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Hey chicklets, how you all been? Nothing's been blown up yet, has it?

Got a word of advice for you, though. [ She holds up a bottle that has only a mouthful of liquid left in it. ] Fuckin' moderation. Apparently fairies know a thing or two about liquor. [ Annnd then she gulps down the last of her drink in one go, grimacing and sticking her tongue out in disgust after it's gone. ]

[ So yeah hi world, Apollo's basically been on a bender for a week (or more, hell if she remembers at this point) so she hasn't been paying attention to anything. From the disheveled look of her, she probably just woke up for the day (even though it's afternoon) and is somewhere between hungover and still a little drunk from the night before. The woman is also wearing an excessive amount of shiny, mostly gold jewelry - some of it's left red marks on the skin of her face and chest where she fell asleep on it, other pieces are literally weaved into her little (now falling apart) braids. ]

Anyway, I discovered a disturbing lack of shit to kill here. Come on, aren't there any dragons or sea monsters or giant tigers or some shit I can wrestle to the ground and shoot in the face? Gods, girl's gotta get some energy out once in a while, you know.

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[ Apollo does not fail to note the quick movement and the strange look about him, the only change in her being the sudden tension in her body. It's a reaction prompted by her natural instinct to fight back, not one of fear.

Normally the woman wouldn't have stood taller than a creature of such a height, but because of the stone marker that she was standing on, she was able to peer curiously down at him. Kurloz was certainly among a species that Apollo had never seen before, but it would seem that like many others, the stitches were what caught her attention first. A grimace crossed her face as she stared. ]

Mine's Apollo. [ Nods toward his mouth. ] The fuck's that shit about?

[He catches onto that feeling, recognizing the distinct lack of fear that so many have experienced during meetings with him. But rather then be disappointed, he was actually happy. He liked Apollo, she had spunk but knew how to take it easy. And with her natural instinct she further proved that she was also a warrior.

At first, Kurloz had only thought that it would be interesting to take her on. A good practice session to get him back into gear before he had to go home and fight a war. But now he was starting to look forward to this, his blood reacting to the scent of a challenge.

But her voice caught his attention back from wherever his thoughts where wondering and he tilted his head.]

I DIDN'T AGREE WITH WHAT ATROCITIES MY MOTHER FUCKING VOICE DECIDED TO COMMIT. SO I GOT RID OF IT. IT'S A LONG STORY.

Yeah, sure fuckin' looks like it. [ She was certainly no stranger to long stories of weirdness, mutilation and everything in between. But she wasn't pressing.

Instead, she was eyeing him over pretty intently. In her mind she made a few connections to some of the beings she had encountered in her extensive travelling, but was also mapping out this new "troll" thing. The horns were an interesting feature (idly she wondered if he used them for stabbing) and she was very quickly scanning him for weapons. Being a firearms expert, Apollo herself had two pistols holstered at her hips - a constant part of her inventory regardless of where she went, but one that she typically refrained from using if the intent was not to kill. ] You're gonna be one tough son of a bitch, aren't you?

[It wouldn't take much to realize that he had no apparent weapons on him, seeing as all he wore was a skeleton suit, shorts and boots. Hell, his hands where even gloved, dulling and hiding sharp claws. With his mouth sewn shut, he would not be able to even use the sharp teeth granted to him at birth. For all intents and purposes, he seemed weak, and defenseless.

But perhaps she picked up on the fact that he hardly seemed fazed by all this. In fact Kurloz was confident, standing tall and strong and his eyes never leaving her. He had weapons, in fact he was a multi-weapon specialist, but he wasn't planning to use any of them today. He considered it to be a disadvantage, and he too wasn't planning on killing the other.

His smile stretched, pulling the stitches as far as they would go and still not flinching. An affirmative on the statement. Cause he really didn't weapons, claws, or teeth to handle himself.

And then his eyes filled with color, flashing between shades of purple. And then a voice creeps up into her head, deep as the darkest nights.]

WORRY NOT SISTER, I WONT DISSAPOINT.

(ooc: Just using Telepathy, but since he's using his chuckle voodoo's to do it, it'll sound like a voice out of a nightmare and she may feel a chill down her back. The black background is the only indicator that it's telepathy and not TEXT.)

[ Staring him down got her to the conclusion that although he looked defenseless, he didn't seem to feel that he was defenseless. And that made all the difference.

Apollo rolls her shoulders, a rather smug look on her face the whole time. But then that voice is in her head, and she can't stop the chill that runs down her spine or the first look of real displeasure that takes over her features - in fact, a noise not unlike the hiss of an angry cat escapes her throat in response to the voice as well. By her reaction it's not hard to tell she's not a fan of the telepathy thing, but she is quick to bite back any further discomfort. ] Neither will I! [ And then she's leaping from the tombstone to the ground and lunging forward the second her feet touch the dirt with the intention of landing a hit to his jaw. ]

[He would be more surprised if she was a fan. His chuckle voodoo's weren't a joke, despite what the name suggests. It's meant to bring about terror to their foe and even completely wreck their mind altogether. But she didn't have to worry about that, this wasn't a fight to the death. Not that she would be able to kill someone who was already dead.

Ironically, it's not her words or her confidence that throws him off, but that hiss. There was no way she would know about Meulin, after all, his kitten wasn't here. But that hiss brought up some pretty bad memories involving the kitten, and gave her the chance to land the first punch.

But that hit was enough to knock him back into the game, and rather than stagger he rode it out and flipped, aiming to do some retaliation damage. However, he was ready in case he missed, lunging forward as soon as he came out of the flip and aiming for another try at a hit. It was difficult though, since she was so much smaller than him.]

[ It always pleased Apollo when she got the first strike, but she was well trained enough to know that it was the last strike that really mattered. Kurloz didn't get a solid hit on the redhead with his flip but it did just catch her jaw, enough to slow her reaction to the secondary attack and therefore allow that one to connect.

But, like her opponent, Apollo had a fast reaction time. Not only that, but it was also becoming very obvious that she was very quick. Almost cat-like, really. Though she had been forced back a pace by the blow, she right away was scrambling to the left before he could push her back any further. Attempting now to attack from the side, the woman advanced on him and once again aimed for the upper body with her closed fists. ]

[Kurloz grinned when he finally got her, not because he managed to hit her. No, he expected that to happen eventually. But because she managed to last through it and was now even trying to counter him. This was fun, and the further they went the more excited he became.

He just barely managed to block the first hit, bringing up his arm to take most of the force. However the hit threw him off, causing him to stumble to the side and very sloppily managing to block the second hit. He realizes quickly that he was in a bad spot and brought his arms up to protect his upper body and head, however this wasn't just merely a protective stance as he lowered himself and brandished those horns at her direction. He didn't expect to hit her but he was hoping to throw her off for a second as he fixed his footing. Meenah was right, he had gotten rusty over time, but he was quickly adjusting and remembering how he fought back when it meant life or death.]

[ If the pleased look on her face was any indication, Apollo was enjoying herself as well. She was a high energy person, so finally getting the chance to do some physical fighting with a worthwhile opponent was probably good for her.

Apollo had immediately taken advantage of his stumble by rushing him, trying to knock him around as much as she could before he regained his footing. His protective stance turned out to be effective though - the horns got her to ease off and back up, instinctively careful (but not afraid) of them. She'd hunted enough boar and stag to know to keep her eye on appendages like that. He was successful in throwing her off to fix his footing, but with as quick as she was, it allowed her time to catch herself as well. A couple feet of distance between them now, Apollo bounced a bit on her feet as she realigned her arms and fell back into a fighting stance. Then she was grinning again and challenging him with a gesture of her fingers that very clearly meant "come at me". ]

[Kurloz was the opposite, he preferred to take things easy and was usually an all-around chill dude. But he also had this side to him that demanded to come out, a side that wanted to fight and cause chaos. Fighting her was proving to satisfy this need, without having to seriously harm to an innocent bystander.]

[It was a good thing she was careful, not for her, but for himself. Troll's where strange creatures and if she had decided to whack the horns out of the way instead of dodge...Well he would be down for the count. Troll horns where pretty worthless things. But she didn't know that, and he's depending on her to stay blind to it.]

[He watched her back off but remained in a defensive position, just in case she lunged. His eyes lowered as he analyzed the situation, wondering what would work best. But then he figured this fight was more for the fun of it and he shouldn't take it that seriously. He returned the grin and then lunged forward, stopping just before he reached her and flash stepping behind her, aiming a kick at her back.]

[ If Apollo ever found out that his horns were more of a weakness than the strength she assumed them to be, she would probably never let him forget it. For now, though, she continued to treat them with higher regard than they really needed.

As prepared as she was for him to come to her, she had become spoiled in her most recent battles by annoyingly slow opponents. ] Woah! [ But because of Apollo's excellent reaction time (and because she was currently defensive of her upper back due to it still being a bit tender from an earlier adventure-gone-wrong), the woman managed to just barely avoid being hit by suddenly dropping to all fours. Still on the ground, she spun around so she could face him again. Never one to overtly strategize and instead simply react, Apollo made the immediate decision to bow her head and charge upwards in an attempt to flat out headbutt him in the stomach as hard as she could. ]

[Damn. She was definitely a quick one, disappearing from his site when he took the moment to blink. And at first he thought she would dive under him and attack from behind. But as soon as he heard a rustle from beneath him he realized this was a mistake, but it was a little too late as she launched into him. Realizing there was no time to block the encounter he accepted it and used the closeness to finally grab her. He could feel as the air was knocked out of him and the force lift him momentarily off his feet before they both fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. His grip wasn't secure but he refused to let go, and even before he regained some clarity he was moving to try and pin her to the ground, his breath coming out in quick spurts as he tried to regain it without the use of his mouth.]

[ Though she was trying her hardest to keep the upper hand, Apollo couldn't stop tumbling down to the ground with him during their scuffle. There she found that trying to wriggle free from his grip wasn't as easy as she would have assumed - good god he was determined - and when she realized he was trying to pin her down, the woman fought against him even more. She grabbed at him where ever she could as they struggled against each other, trying to at least keep him from dominating her if she couldn't manage to wrestle him into submission herself. ]

[ A normal guy would probably feel shady about wrestling a girl to the ground and trying to dominate over them, but that didn't even process through his mind. Apollo was definitely strong, but he was still stronger, the only inference being those hands grabbing at him and keeping him from getting the right angle on her to trap her. Another problem was her small frame which proved to be an even larger difficulty. He was so large compared that he was constantly worried about her just sliding out of the hold and escaping. And finally, he was very weary of the possibility of claws. He wouldn't be surprised considering her fighting style and the way she had hissed at him earlier. And claws tended to hurt.]

[ Normal people who felt weird about wrestling with a chick were boring people anyway, as far as Apollo was concerned. And as much as she didn't like knowing that someone might be physically stronger than her, she was clever enough to eventually realize she might need an alternative approach. The difference in size between them was the most readily obvious, so it would have to do. Ultimately Apollo would have liked to shove his face in the dirt (mostly for shits and giggles and because they were already rolling around on the ground anyway), but all she could do now was try to wiggle away where ever she saw him struggling to trap her. Seemed she wasn't interested in backing off this time though, if the way she was still clearly trying to win out over him while also trying to escape was any indication. ]

[Strength didn't mean nothing if you couldn't touch a person. And that was exactly the problem he was facing right now. Her persistence paying off after a while, as he became off balance while trying to stop her from escaping to the right just after placing a hand down near the left side of her head. He fell to the left, shoulder hitting the ground first and plume of dirt coming up around him. On the way down he also hit the tip of his horn, wincing and falling the rest of the way, letting his back hit the dirt. But this was a short opening for Apollo, for in a moment his hands where by his side in an attempt to push himself up, and regain dominance over the situation.]

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