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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 21:46:30 GMT -5
This was getting tiresome. He may not have been showing it, but Apollo was being given a run for his money. Time to play dirty.
With a frontal assault on the prisoner, Apollo threw a fake punch to divert attention so he was able to kick up a cloud of sand into his opponents face from the cell floor.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 21:49:38 GMT -5
Ryker let out a slight "gah!" as the dust flew into his face. He dropped backwards, closing his eyes and listening. He'd fought blind before. It slowed him some, but he was still on his toes.
He frowned, listening for the slight breathing of his opponent.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 21:57:08 GMT -5
Apollo smirked, dodging the Radant's punches. He circled around the male as slowly as he could, not making a sound as he held his breath, waiting for the right moment to strike.
It came when he slide in behind the prisoner. In one deft movement, Apollo hit all four of his opponent's energy points, rendering the male's arms and legs totally useless.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 22:04:29 GMT -5
Ryker groaned, as he hit the ground hard. He opened his eyes, trying to move his fingers again. He failed and cursed under his breath. Dirty Gurutain.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 22:09:41 GMT -5
Apollo sighed when the prisoner fell. There was no triumph, only relief that he could relax for a moment. "Guards!" He shouted at the top of his voice as he kicked the Radant to his back with a boot foot. Apollo wondered why he didn't call for help sooner. Was it because he truly didn't want this beauty before to be killed? He wasn't sure.
"Take this man to my room." Apollo barked out as a handful of soldiers crowded in. "I want him cuffed and tripped of his clothing. Make sure there is no way he can escape." The Reaper paused and rolled his eyes. "I suppose have a physician take care of Picket. That is all."
The soldiers did as they were told, both Picket and the Divsion scum carted off to their respective places.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 22:19:02 GMT -5
Ryker growled as the damn guards roughly pulled him away. As soon as he was able to move his arms, he was going to kick some major ass.
He frowned as he was pushed roughly to the ground, the Greusome guards shacking him to a large bed as another pair of hands ripped off his clothes. Ryker growled. "Get your dirty hands off of me you fuckers!" he growled.
The guard struck him across the face before leaning down. "Consider yourself lucky scum, it's not often that dirt such as yourself gets to see the master's room.
"I don't give a flying fuck! Soon as I get free I'll--" he began before they gagged him, shackling his legs so he was spread eagled and nude on his back. One of the guards grinned. "He's a rather attractive little Rodent, isn't he?" he asked, smirking.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 22:34:11 GMT -5
Apollo massaged his temples, the last one to take the stairs from the dungeon. What had his uncle been thinking. Fortunately for Jeta, he was out on one of his usual crusades, otherwise Apollo would have taken his head, family or no.
Giving another of his usual, world weary sighs, he trudged all the way back up from the dungeon to the floor his room was on. He stopped a servant on the way, asking for a hot bath to be drawn and food brought up to his rooms.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 22:49:04 GMT -5
Ryker glared as the filthy guards ran their hands over his skin. He tried desperately to flex his finger, kick his leg, do something--but to no avail.
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" he growled around the gag, headbutting a guard that got too close. That earned him another slap and a sword to his neck.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 23:05:03 GMT -5
The sight the greeted Apollo when he entered his rooms stopped him in his tracks, but only for a moment. When he managed to regained himself, he sprinted over to the bed where the soldiers were currently trying to defile HIS prisoner. Nobody fucked with what was his, even if it was a dirty Division dog.
"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" Apollo raged, blue eyes alight with fury. When the guards didn't back off quick enough, he back handed the one who was closest, sending him flying across the room. The soldiers backed off then.
"Get out." Apollo seethed. "To the cellar with you dogs. Inform master Rufio that you are to be punished." The soldiers paled considerably, but they dared not tangle with the mighty Reaper.
One by one they left the room, tails between their legs. When they were gone, Apollo was at the prisoner's side. "Are you alright? Did they do anything to you?" He asked with evident concern as he pulled the gag from the man's mouth. He didn't want to unshackle him just yet.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 23:09:24 GMT -5
Ryker regarded the man with obvious distrust. "Just fucking peachy." he replied tightly, staring at him with a hardness in his eyes that covered the confusion he felt. Why did the Gruesome even bother prtotecting him?
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 23:14:53 GMT -5
Apollo threw his cloak over the man for proprieties sake, but he couldn't help but ogle the perfect body for just a second. "Well that's just dandy then." The Reaper snorted, giving a tug on the captives bindings.
"If I untie your legs, do you promise not to kick?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 23:18:27 GMT -5
Ryker batted his pretty long blond lashes at Apollo. "Of course," he said not adding on the "I will" to the end of the sentence. He rose an eyebow at the rich cloak that was thrown over him.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 23:23:55 GMT -5
"Fuck you." Apollo snapped, letting the shackles go, leaving them intact. "I don't mind you spread like this." He dragged the cloak away again, revealing the pale body it hid to make his point. "Now look, if you're going to lie to me, save it. I'll be nice to you and you don't try and knock my teeth out how about?"
The Reaper wrinkled his nose. The prisoners really was dirty. "However, if you treat me badly. I will reciprocate. Got it?" He paused, crossing his arms, cloak still in hand. "Now, what do you have to say."
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 23:27:30 GMT -5
Ryker was tempted to laugh, this sturck him as humerous for some reason. "Sure, Reaper. Temporary truce." he said, giving in, just a tad. His blond hair was nearly black, and his white skin looked dusty tan in the light and from the dust. He desperately needed a bath.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 23:33:07 GMT -5
Apollo didn't think things were so funny as he returned the cloak to it's place and unlatched the shackles on the man's legs. He did his hands also, but brought them around to stay cuffed in front of the prisoner.
Just then, the servant came in to announce that a bath was ready. "Well, get on up." Apollo said evenly. "Bath time." He remained slightly on edge, wondering what the Divsion soldier was going to do.
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