Shang faced Lipton once more, a smirk barely readable on his features.
"She is the one who initiated the challenge. It is a matter of honor that I respond." He looked to her.
"You always were persistant-an admirable trait-but you must realize how the situation is now like the tournament." His voice was nuetral, but Sonya could feel he was mocking her just the same. " And we both know what happened to you and your 'last' team, when you faced your last challenge."
Her eyes narrowed, but she gave no other sign of reaction to his goading: she was too familair with Shang and his methods, her demenor sinking back into how she was in Outworld.
Name..Rank..serial number.
She was Sonya Blade, Liuetnant in the United States Army and Special forces-her team right now needed her.
Sonya held up her fists. "Just remember Shang-calling on your army now..it's the same as a forfeit. Just you and me-no one else." That was the important thing: their staying alive, keeping the tarkatan warriors from attacking.
Shang's face didn't betray any emotion afterwards, only giving a small bow (of which Sonya didn't return) before calling the start of the match.
She started the fight with a side jab at his head, using his block as a distraction to land a sweep kick under his feet. This was dodged and Sonya fell back to avoid a kick at her sore ribs.
It didn't take long for the fight to become heated, though in truth it seemed more urgent from Sonya's half. It was only partially true that she wanted to defend her friends, and this was the only way she could do it from both shang and the tarkatans: the other half was personal. This man tried to get her to betray her realm, killed her team, her family..
She wasn't even sure where the energy came from-unless what he told her was true-but the feeling like a machine once again came over her. She felt and saw herself blocking and attacking Shang, but somehow the pain from the attacks didn't register with her.
It wasn't all total instinct: just thinking on her feet. Her arms had taken more of a beating than her legs, but Shang could read an opponent, so even when her arms were numb from punishment, she had to keep reminding herself not to rely so much on her leg attacks.
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Re: dun dun dun
on 2011-06-07 02:41 am (UTC)"She is the one who initiated the challenge. It is a matter of honor that I respond." He looked to her.
"You always were persistant-an admirable trait-but you must realize how the situation is now like the tournament." His voice was nuetral, but Sonya could feel he was mocking her just the same. " And we both know what happened to you and your 'last' team, when you faced your last challenge."
Her eyes narrowed, but she gave no other sign of reaction to his goading: she was too familair with Shang and his methods, her demenor sinking back into how she was in Outworld.
Name..Rank..serial number.
She was Sonya Blade, Liuetnant in the United States Army and Special forces-her team right now needed her.
Sonya held up her fists. "Just remember Shang-calling on your army now..it's the same as a forfeit. Just you and me-no one else." That was the important thing: their staying alive, keeping the tarkatan warriors from attacking.
Shang's face didn't betray any emotion afterwards, only giving a small bow (of which Sonya didn't return) before calling the start of the match.
She started the fight with a side jab at his head, using his block as a distraction to land a sweep kick under his feet. This was dodged and Sonya fell back to avoid a kick at her sore ribs.
It didn't take long for the fight to become heated, though in truth it seemed more urgent from Sonya's half. It was only partially true that she wanted to defend her friends, and this was the only way she could do it from both shang and the tarkatans: the other half was personal. This man tried to get her to betray her realm, killed her team, her family..
She wasn't even sure where the energy came from-unless what he told her was true-but the feeling like a machine once again came over her. She felt and saw herself blocking and attacking Shang, but somehow the pain from the attacks didn't register with her.
It wasn't all total instinct: just thinking on her feet. Her arms had taken more of a beating than her legs, but Shang could read an opponent, so even when her arms were numb from punishment, she had to keep reminding herself not to rely so much on her leg attacks.