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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

[hit_girl_mindy]

Where's a good place to start?

[hungry_for_fights]

Well, um... let's see...

[Trying to remember how the training started-oh yeah]

Your stance!

Um, stand something like this...

[Veluna takes up a stance that... looks like an odd cross between a classic martial arts stance and ... the classic zombie pose with the outstretched arms]

[hit_girl_mindy]

[takes the stance, looking a little confused].

It's almost like learning drunken boxing.

[hungry_for_fights]

... but I'm not telling you to get drunk?

[hit_girl_mindy]

I don't think you're actually supposed to, its just what the fighting style is called...

[hungry_for_fights]

But... if you're not supposed to get drunk, then why is it called that?

[hit_girl_mindy]

Because of the way the movement works, it looks like the person is drunk. All the staggering and shit.

[hungry_for_fights]

Maybe they actually are drunk?

[hit_girl_mindy]

If they were I couldn't imagine them fighting too well, could you?

[hungry_for_fights]

Maybe they were trained to fight well like that?

[hit_girl_mindy]

If they could do that when they were drink, they totally have my admiration.

[hungry_for_fights]

They'd probably be fun to fight!

[hit_girl_mindy]

I guess, if they were really good at it?

[hungry_for_fights]

Ah, right, there might be people that aren't good at it.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Yeah, those people are called drunks. Otherwise its probably a halfway decent fighting style.

[hungry_for_fights]

Fighting normal drunks isn't fun.

[hit_girl_mindy]

If they're stoned it can be worse or better. Stoned means slower, but it also takes 'em longer to feel anything.