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[hit_girl_mindy]

There was no Ruffnut around. There was no prinnies, as if they had understood that the girl wearing black and purple was not one to be trifled with. All this served to do nothing but infuriate Mindy Macready more, now donned in the disguise of her alter ego Hit Girl.

Lost Lash. Pissed off her mentor. Her roomie was a nut case and, worse still, she actually preferred that to being alone?! Since when had she become so dependent on that kind of feeling? She had always been a lone wolf, at least after her daddy had bit it. She had understood on the ship she was a tool, and a tool was at its best when it was sharp and willing to inflict pain. That was why she hadn't needed anyone, maybe just the occasional person to bounce off of and maybe some food and a place to squat. Then, of course, she meets the Overlord and Lash and Ruffnut, and they were this team of four crazy people all gathered together. They were all nuts and violent in their own way, and in some twisted turn of events, she'd found the closest thing to a family she had.

So why now, of all times, did she have to care that she felt something slipping away? That losing one of them shouldn't have mattered as much. Lash had not been HER girlfriend, it was Zetta's thing to get over. But here she was, in the gym complex, staff in hand. She had used an area with the least amount of mud and had started working it down until she had a nice spot of dry dirt with several dummies set up, each resembling a prinny and one resembling a certain someone.

Hit Girl went to work on them, setting one dummy on fire, and simply cutting two of the prinnies in twain. The lone dummy wit a most haughty expression she turned her spear on, quickly jabbing and blocking as if the dummy were putting up a fight, delivering fierce blows.

Comments

[trolled_justice]

Well, no future training dummies of that make, either.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Oh please. You know how hard it is to make your hair on a dummy?

[trolled_justice]

...

Just... how long did you take in constructing that?

[hit_girl_mindy]

Too long. Don't ask.

I was really pissed that weekend.

[trolled_justice]

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...

Are you the same Mindy I was speaking to back when I first entered the building?

[No really, she's confused, what happened to the deluge of insults... not that she wants that to return but-]

[hit_girl_mindy]

What?

What are you talking about? I can be...civil.

[What the hell, wasn't she supposed to be worse in the disguise?]

[trolled_justice]

...

... this is not going to turn out to be some sort of elaborate trick or joke on me, is it?

[hit_girl_mindy]

*sighs*

No. I'm like this. It's just...not something people need to see in the Netherworld obviously. And it'll stay that way.

[trolled_justice]

I... I see...

[Pamela is unsure of what to make of this development.]

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Well crap, now what?]

Hey. This is really uncomfortable and that pisses me off. Want to spar?

[trolled_justice]

... I suppose we could do that, yes.

[She ... actually pulls out a fancy looking cloth, unsheathing her sword and covering it to blunt the weapon]

[hit_girl_mindy]

[She accepted that quickly? For once, Hit Girl was fine with that: she was not sure what to do next, surely fighting would sort out their problems! Of course, Hit Girl was already whispering to her barrier jacket and producing a sword of her own].

Awesome.

[trolled_justice]

Your move.

[Pamela's stance seems relatively relaxed, holding her sword ... well, just as it's shown in the icon.]

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Time to put up or shut up and Mindy knows, at least here, Pamela's got the advantage of being more familiar with a sword. Se had always handled smaller weapons, or at least ones that were shooting ones. Nonetheless, she had still learned from her last sword fight on the ship to be able to hold it in the right way. She was slowly pacing around Pamela, sword held by both hands away from her before taking a step and clashing her sword with Pamela's in a quick motion at her upper torso].

[trolled_justice]

[Pamela easily parries the sword, before spinning her own around and bringing it down toward Mindy in an overhead chop]

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Hit Girl expected that: she'd seen a real swordsman before, and Pamela wasn't going to be a pushover. Luckily, Mindy had gotten much better. She shifted her stance but kept her feet planted and braced, meeting the arc with a sharp stab upward and following that with a swing toward the belly, gritting her teeth a little].

And skip-

[trolled_justice]

[By the end of the match, it was obvious that Pamela came out of it much better for wear than Mindy, bearing only a few scratches and bruises]

You are certainly well trained in the sword. The only thing lacking seems to be primarily real experience.

Re: And skip-

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Mindy was bleeding in some place, bruising in many others, battered fingers and a very fresh looking black eye. Despite all this, the girl appeared to be smiling].

I'm still pretty new, so I have a lot to learn there. I'm not used to sparing so much as getting in the kill, so I know smaller weapons a little better.

[trolled_justice]

While I can understand that keeping your options open is a good idea, you also need to be sure that you do not neglect your primary weapon focus.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Oh I'm not, trust me. This isn't the only place I train. For that weapon, I prefer a more closed in space. It's actually how I work best with hand to hand weapons.