Post by Smith Ardor Knight on Aug 6, 2015 14:33:00 GMT -5
Little did Smith know that whatever luck that Scott had bestowed was waning. He went for another punch his head bobbing up momentarily for a breath of air as he swung at the her again. She seemed to easily avoid this in the moment, flipping the herself around in a better position to handle smith. His hands hit the bottom of the fountain before he could swing it out for another hit. He struggled to move them, finding the weights around the weight that he could lift. The only problem was how exhausted he was. He was drained and she knew it.
His eyes met hers for a brief moment. He knew he was in trouble. He wore the expression of a man at his noose. Veronica almost seemed to enjoy his surprise. Greeting him with additional weights on his chest, causing his head to sink below water. Then she dropped one on his stomach, causing air to escape his lungs. He kicked trying to shift the weights off of his torso only to have weights appear there as well.
Panic. True, unyielding panic stole away any stoic expression he could possibly have. He couldn't help but feel as if she wanted this to be a kill. He refocused his attention to his arms attempting to free them, but they had been placed at his wrists, giving the weights leverage even if he was underwater. The struggle was real, every movement every rash decision he would make was easily countered by Veronica, who seemed to be pushing his limbs back down.
"She is going to kill me." He figured a hundred or so times that someone from Rex's gang would try to kill him but this was not how he had imagined it.
He kept fighting, his body tensing naturally at the feeling of an empty lung. In this moment he slipped his wrist from the weight on his left hand, bringing it up in an uncoordinated attack on the weight on his chest. it had managed to slip from his chest, but still it was of little use as Veronica had managed to keep her position firmly atop him. He lifted his head to the water, his energy at it's very lowest as he begged that he could reach it. The tip of his nose had just grazed the surface, but he couldn't do anything more on the matter. The shallow water was just too deep.
With his head sunk back downwards towards the bottom, assisted with Veronica forcing it that way. He had nothing left to give. All he would be able to recall prior to his revival, was the blurred image of a victorious white haired woman.
He awoke, laying aside the fountain, coughing up water. He flipped to his side, vomiting before breathing steadily. He was then bombarded with questions.
He watched as the image of a woman was helped along out of the area, limping, tired, but fully conscious.He laid his head against the concrete, watching his victory walk away from him. He sighed, catching his breath, muttering to no one in particular. "I need a drink."
His eyes met hers for a brief moment. He knew he was in trouble. He wore the expression of a man at his noose. Veronica almost seemed to enjoy his surprise. Greeting him with additional weights on his chest, causing his head to sink below water. Then she dropped one on his stomach, causing air to escape his lungs. He kicked trying to shift the weights off of his torso only to have weights appear there as well.
Panic. True, unyielding panic stole away any stoic expression he could possibly have. He couldn't help but feel as if she wanted this to be a kill. He refocused his attention to his arms attempting to free them, but they had been placed at his wrists, giving the weights leverage even if he was underwater. The struggle was real, every movement every rash decision he would make was easily countered by Veronica, who seemed to be pushing his limbs back down.
"She is going to kill me." He figured a hundred or so times that someone from Rex's gang would try to kill him but this was not how he had imagined it.
He kept fighting, his body tensing naturally at the feeling of an empty lung. In this moment he slipped his wrist from the weight on his left hand, bringing it up in an uncoordinated attack on the weight on his chest. it had managed to slip from his chest, but still it was of little use as Veronica had managed to keep her position firmly atop him. He lifted his head to the water, his energy at it's very lowest as he begged that he could reach it. The tip of his nose had just grazed the surface, but he couldn't do anything more on the matter. The shallow water was just too deep.
With his head sunk back downwards towards the bottom, assisted with Veronica forcing it that way. He had nothing left to give. All he would be able to recall prior to his revival, was the blurred image of a victorious white haired woman.
He awoke, laying aside the fountain, coughing up water. He flipped to his side, vomiting before breathing steadily. He was then bombarded with questions.
He watched as the image of a woman was helped along out of the area, limping, tired, but fully conscious.He laid his head against the concrete, watching his victory walk away from him. He sighed, catching his breath, muttering to no one in particular. "I need a drink."