quick_silver (quick_silver) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-18 16:33:00 |
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Who: Pietro Maximoff, Unnamed Mutant, OTA (watching/reactions etc.)
When: June 18th, 8pm
Where: Obstacle Pit
What: Pietro really fights, for the first time
Warnings: warnings for language, violence
Pietro had been in three fights since his arrival, all of which had ended without injury, Pietro avoiding any blows by running about the pit, refusing to strike. The crowds were not amused, and neither were the guards, but Pietro was pleased that he avoided playing their game; he'd accept whatever punishments they dealt out.
He didn't expect tonight's fight to go any different, despite the threats delivered (and the lovely bruise to his jaw), moments before releasing him into the obstacles pit. It was thought this might slow him, but Pietro didn't see much difference. In his mind the obstacles were more of an advantage then anything, he could process them ages before they could.
This fight might have gone the same as all the others, if his opponent had simply kept his mouth shut. But before the signal to start was given, the man smirked widely, crackling his knuckles and looking Pietro over with a look that seemed far from impressed.
"When I'm done fucking you up, old man, I'm gonna fuck that pretty sister of yours," he taunted, eyes locked with Pietro's.
Bravado or not, the fire was lit, and Pietro launched himself at the man, which evidently was exactly what he had wanted, hands bursting into flame and catching hold of Pietro's wrists after he'd landed only a few blows. A pained cry was ripped from his lips, and he hurriedly rolled away, clambering to his feet and zooming away, taking brief shelter behind one of the obstacles to eye his burnt flesh with a wince.
"Fucking hell," he hissed, out stretched fingers trembling, but his moment was interrupted as a wall of fire came at him, and he quickly ran to avoid it.
This was no longer about avoiding damn game, he thought, gritting his teeth, running at him again, taking the time to pick of up speed and slamming him into a wall, taking off again before the fire could reach him. This incited his opponents anger, and soon he was surrounded by a wall of fire, shouting curses and threats to draw Pietro in.
Considering for a moment, eyes darting anxiously to the growing flames, an idea came to him, and he ran towards him, veering off at the last moment and circling round, continuing in a ring, drawing up a gust of wind which began to resemble a cyclone. The flames drew closer to their maker, whirling up around him, and while fire did not do the damage it did to others he was not immune to it by any measure, and with a scowl he extinguished the flames at the last moment, wincing against the harsh winds Pietro was drawing up.
Pietro quickly changed course, wind blast knocking the man to his feet, Pietro making another pass, and another, so that he was tossed about like a rag doll. When he finally stopped the man lay panting on the ground, and Pietro narrowed his eyes, delivering an unnecessary kick to his ribs. "Don't you ever threaten my sister," he hissed, stepping away and flipping off the now thoroughly entertained crowd.
"You're fucking sick!" he called, walking towards one of the exits, "Let me the fuck out of here."