Shattered Perception ( Jack )

[Jack]

and with that jack would slammed halfway across the room, lanidng onto of his $30,000 Mahogany table it shattered under his weight and the sheer force of the strike, Jack was pissed off this little fight would cost him a lot of money and Kevala a lot of time.

"Come on tiger.....Show your kitty what you got."

"Fuck you!"

"Hurt me baby....."

Jack would hop up and dash acorns the room with that un canny speed of his. diving for Kevala he would move to tackle her to the floor. From there he would have to assess the situation and possible improvise.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She giggled happily as she watched him smash into the table. His words getting a little rise out of her, though maybe not the kind he wanted.

"Mmmm...already done that baby.....More than once..."

She shot him a daring little glance as she noted his movements, just in time to find her ass tackled to the ground, obviously pinned by his weight as she hit the floor hard.....

Her vision blurring only a moment from the impact of her head hitting the floor.....Then her right fist shooting out into his ribs once more at full force.

"Like having me on my back do ya?"

Eyes watching, waiting for him to strike, or move in a fashion that would give her tiny body just enough wiggle room to either escape of toss his ass off.

Expecting the pain and craving it just as much as she desired to dish it out.

[Jack]

"Mmmm...already done that baby.....More than once..."

Jack moved up to mount Kevala raising his right fist just before he was about to bring it down. Her right fist slammed into his ribs forcing him to his right. As Jack was forced off her Kevala taunted him again which only enraged him further, although there was a deep lust in his strikes. As much as he was getting worked up he was enjoying this.

"Like having me on my back do ya?"


AS Kevala moved away Jack's arm would shoot out grabbing onto her shirt and pulling her toward him.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala felt his anger, mixing with his lust and it only drove her own desire and rage further.....a twisted sense of emotions in the room and she loved every bit of it....

Then as she felt the space open up between their bodies she rolled away trying to get a distance from him in order to get a better handle on the situation, but then her shirt was grabbed. Her small body jerked back against his so that her back now pressed against him.

A little grin on her lips as she shook her head....

"Gods you feel so fucking good."

Lust clouding her voice even as she slammed her left elbow back into him as hard as she could, hoping to get him to release her shirt so she could turn to face him and put distance between them...

[Jack]

"Gods you feel so fucking good."

Lust in her voice was obvious even as she slammed her left elbow back into his stomach winding him. Judging by the force she had hit him as hard as she could not holding anything back. Jack released her shirt as she moved away Jack yelled at her.

"BITCH!"

Jack launched himself out at her hoping to catch her while her back was still turned. Throwing his right fist out in a hammer motion he would aim to slam it into her.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt that fist collide with her before she had time to turn around, sending her into a rather expensive looking end table which broke under her weight. Granted there was not a lot of weight there but yeah, the force alone was enough......

She hit the ground, feeling that sting and grinned as she jerked up a leg that had broken off of said table and spun over and swung it full force even with his knee cap.

"Yeah but I am your bitch aren't I?"

She said this as she tucked her body and rolled backward, until she could regain her footing, once more standing there and looking at him as she felt a cut on her side begin to seep blood down her side and soaking through her white shirt....

Damn table!!

Yet all the while loving it more and more.....

[Jack]

The table leg slammed across Jack's face, blood squirted out of his mouth and the side of his head as he was sent stumbling away. Holding his hand across his head as blood came gushing out, flowing down his face and into his mouth he stood up growling at Kevala. Spitting any blood that had found it's way into his mouth.


"Yeah but I am your bitch aren't I?"

"yeah you are and I'm going beat your sorry ass!"

Jack looked around picking up the bar stool he held it like he would a Katata. Holding it in a one and a half length grip Jack paced forward the bar stool was a bit heavier then the chair leg but the fact that he had a cushion on the other side meant it was slower.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She grinned at his words, watching as he picked up the barstool, her hand going to her side for a moment to put pressure against the wound before she pulled her now slippery and crimson stained fingers away.....

"Mmm.....you know just what I like don't ya baby?"

That little giggle escaping again as he neared her, her feet stepping back as she brushed her tongue over her lips, the blood covering him was enough to send her heart into overdrive......

Those crimson eyes focused on him as she heard that purring in her mind.Yet she still wanted to play.....Stopping where she stood, she grinned and lifted one blood soaked hand, her finger making that little come here motion....

"Come on.....Hit me..."

Yeaaaah she wanted to get hit. But then, she was not like your normal girl.....She was much much worse.....

[Jack]

"Mmm.....you know just what I like don't ya baby?"

"Mm Baby I know just what you like and when I'm done with you, you're going to be black an blue all over. Just try and not scream too much"

She teased him to come further and Jack's sinister grin only grew. Dicing to throw away his traditional stance. He took another pace forward this time on the ball of his foot now walking on his toes he bounced between his left and right foot, as if he were starting the engines of a car.


"Come on.....Hit me..."

"You're going to regret that"

Jack would throw the stool into the air, bringing his right palm up he pushed the stool forward. His hand would slam into the opposite end of the stool so the cushion bit was aiming straight for Kevala. Chasing after the stool Jack would take a large stride to his right. His body would appear to be going one way and with the next step he would perform a goose step. His pace suddenly changed and he was no longer continuing on the right path he switched to the left. Over taking the stool Jack would change his body height and aim to ram straight into Kevala.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Black and blue all over? She could so live with that. Watching as he moved closer, his eyes locked on her as he tossed the bar stool, his movements much faster than her own and suddenly she felt a force slam into her as he rammed the barstool into her stomach/diaphragm section.

Knocking the wind out of her and slamming her small body into the wall with enough force behind it to make her head collide with the plaster, feeling it crumble slightly and then feeling the warm trickle of blood down the back of her head.

As she coughed, a bit of blood slid down the corners of her lips and over he chin....her internal injuries not quite healed it seemed.

oh well!!

She then reached out, her hand finding a lamp as she slammed it across his head with all the strength she could manage, hoping to knock him off balance enough to let her move from her current position and regain her breath and her vision......

"You want me to scream baby? All for you?"

Her tone lustful and teasing at the same time, a bit breathless, but clear enough for him to get the nature of her words.

[Jack]

SMASH!

The lamp shattered over his head as he stumbled away from the girl. Shaving the shards of glass out of his head bleeding from a cut just above his eyebrow. A normal human would require stitches, all Jack required was alcohol and sex sleep

"You want me to scream baby? All for you?"

Jack growled as he charged in planting his left foot down he raised his right knee high, Throwing back his right arm as a counterbalance along with his torso he shot his right heel out in a push kick aimed for Kevala's sternum.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She took that as a yes, feeling his kick and feeling herself fall to back, over a chair, and then slam into the ground, once more hitting her head.

All the head injuries surely what was causing her to be insane right? hehe....

Either way, she opened her eyes, drawing her knees to her chest and then slamming both feet forward in an attempt to kick the chair she had just fell over in his direction. Using enough force so that if it connected it would hurt like hell and hopefully get him down.

Yes, big guy.....down.....good.

Big guy up....not so good......

Sexy...but not good......

Gawds how she wanted to just tear his clothes off and have at him right there kick his ass........

Rolling to the side she then pushed herself back to her feet, stumbling a bit as she shook her head, trying to shake off the whole blurred vision thing. [/i]

[Jack]

Jack's kick had landed and Kevala little ploy had worked also. The chair slimmed into his left leg sending him off balance narrowly missing his precious ones. Jack stumbled to the floor yelling as he hit the ground, coughing up as blood continued to flow down from his wounds. Struggling to get to his feet, he wipes his mouth as he took deep breaths. He was beginning to reach his limit, despite his speed edge on Kevala she was stronger and could withstand a lot more punishment then he could.

Picking up the chair that she had just kicked toward him Jack stalked toward her. Taking in extremely large breaths as he closed the distance between them possibly his last strike before he could no longer continue.

"Tch.. You are a hard bitch to kill, now stay there!"

Once within range Jack would raise his chair and bring it down aiming it to slam it with over Kevala's head and sealing his victory.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She giggled at his words, her eyes watching him as she pushed herself back to prop her back against the wall, a little grin, bloody and teasing curling onto her lips.

Just then she noted the chair, and as it was brought down she shifted to the side, moving out of the way and then bringing her leg up and kicking him right in the knee.

If she got him down again she hoped he would stay that way. She was getting tired, her heart thudding within her chest and her breathing painful and ragged.

She could not help it. She had been shot in the lung and yeah, Nate was a good healer but she was still a little out of it.

"Would I be your favorite little kitten if I was easy to keep down?"

Yeah she knew she wasn't anywhere near being favies but she spoke it in a teasing manner which showed she knew this. Kev was not stupid, despite some of her actions as of late.

[Jack]

Jack's chair smashed into the the wall shattering the chair he lowered his head slightly to avoid any shards of wood poking his eyes out. In that moment more correct lapse of concentration Jack lost track of Kevala. The little girl swung her leg out kicking Jack's legs from under him. He slammed into the floor with a large thud, he lay there looking up at the blank ceiling sighing.

"Would I be your favorite little kitten if I was easy to keep down?"

"I give up"

Jack would sigh as his eyes drifted over to the carnage, they only really fucked up his expensive dining table and his bar stool. Wouldn't be too hard to find a place that stocked in Mahogany furniture. If it came to it he'd order it from another state.