[align=justify:a3e0954c2c]Atra was not beneath him at the time she had risen up to clutch the prize of her aim, he had spun to throw a kick, she had slid between those kicks only to remove the focus of his balance and then rise up in front of him, since initially he was not facing her but the chair, then spinning to face her as he stomped towards her with both feet? Therefore his back would then be to the chair and if he fell he would fall head and back first? She was before him, not beneath⦠a snide smirk playing over scarlet apertures, as his legs made attempt to wrap about her waist? Should she follow the action of his backward fall, she would be in fact atop of him, not below. Not how he planned or hoped would come into fruition. But like all men, they wanted to be on top⦠never taking the better option and allow the woman to be the dominative force, because they were the better of the two species. At least in this circumstance for he had totally misjudged himself and her⦠but that was nothing new, it had always been this way.
If anything, should his legs wrap around her, her midsection to hips would be caught and her upper body brought forwards? Her front meeting his front, ornamented fingers never releasing the hardening grip only making the muscles in her hands flex tighter, to crush not simply hold them and play awhile. Even if she was before him, he would have been facing her with the intent he initially had to stomp, kick at both her sides⦠this however had not been the case. When he threw the kicks he would have been facing her or in the motion turning to face her, his back to the chair and both hands using his balance to shift using the chair as his balance focus. He would have fallen backwards, not forwards meaning her body would have followed since she was not beneath but before, when his back was towards the toppling chair. His legs tightening around her would however put more pressure on where she grabbed, tightening of muscle would accentuate that already given- enforcing the pain acknowledged.
His plot and plan had been given up, he wanted death, to be fully released from whatever other bonds limited him [SP], AtraâLamia however would not oblige in his wishes since it was his intent to kill her, and hers to kill him- it was the nature of their relationship to want to snuff the other from existence. It was a twisted tale of fortune, one that was extremely endearing to her lack of emotion and empathy to give another creature what he or she wanted⦠she wasnât The Bringer of Gifts and Exchanges. Obviously in Nicolaiâs boredom, he had nothing better to do than unleash his fury spite on the one who set him free when she could have left him there to rot. That would be what he deserved in displaying a childlike wrath, a tantrum of hell fury and fire. Just by that alone he had already lost for she had been sitting there in a meditative stasis focusing on her own confrontations and problems. Did she really need another? She would expect this sort of tantrum from the likes of Kalicity.
Nigrescent flambeaus glaring, the dark fires in her essence flaring to that of stygian conflagrations, still should his legs wrap around, Atra would make no means of releasing her grip or even attempt to move in objection, but she would not be trapped by his weight from beneath not that he would feels hers, as weightless it seemed in comparison to everyone else. If his back would arch to rise from the floor, his head coming up following the motion, it would be met with a forceful head butt to the center of his head between the brow. Lashing, body whipping forwards from the waist like a striking serpent with the speed and precision that Nicolai had at first intended to use in striking her from the âRed Portalâ. A force strong enough to knock out even the hardest of immortals or at least grant them a headache to be remembered.
There was no intention at all to move away from him, âThe Forbiddenâ⦠both were caught in the actions and reactions of the other, the only thing really inhibiting the motion of the other was from the legs and hips down, arms were free along with the other devices in their means. Her body very well prepared for any hits and knocks flying her way, a punch, a bite, even a bitch slap in a hussy fit from Nicolai would sure suffice to set the mood. She had a whole repertoire in her possession of what she can use and what is available to her, no doubt Nicolai had a few tricks up his sleeves to amuse. But if he really thought he would win this fight, he was going to be terribly disappointed. AtraâLamia knew this had to be only a partial of his return? That this was just a husk of what Nicolai truly was⦠was his power was still locked away from him? It had to be, wouldnât it be sweet to leave him in this undead state of emptiness?
There was always a backdoor and loophole in everything, if she did not oblige, no doubt he had the necessities to bring it about himself. But why not do something for himself, for once? Perhaps it would then prove a point his was worthy to consider ... another game instead of the same rubbish time and time again. Since their last encountered AtraâLamia had matured a lot more in herself, if there was no means or no reason behind an action there was little point in doing it. The only point there was in this case was to kill something she had on at least on one other occasion, of essence. True his power would return to him and no longer would he be this âthingâ before her... what was in it for her? She wasnât going to kill this thing out of the kindness of her own heart just to fully release him⦠then this fight would just elevate to a whole new level, maybe. Thus far he gave her every reason to be suspious... it was too easy and he was being to feeble.[/align:a3e0954c2c]
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