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It was...brutal.

Ruffnut and her brother had often imagined violent brutal battles, blood and screams filling the air as they, the mighty Thorston twins.

But after watching the "Punishment"...Ruffnut was lost.

Somehow her feet led her back to the Sensoriums where the isle of Berk was waiting for her.

Familiar paths wound through the town to the fields. Sheep grazed mindlessly as she flopped down under a tree.

"What's your problem?" the simulation of her brother peered down at her with his crooked smile. A mane of hair fell about him blocking out the moonlight. The stars shimmered above him in a perfectly annoying fashion.

"Shut up." She responded with a halfhearted punch to his face.

"That was pathetic." He laughed stumbling back, "What's wrong? Baby gonna cry?"

Ruffnut could barely muster up the energy to kick him in the knee sending him tumbling down the hill, "I'm hurt! I am badly hurt." He wailed.

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Well, the cons kept coming: Ruffnut WAS good at defending herself hand to hand, and that was a pain in the ass. The pro, however, was that Ruffnut was really not that much bigger than her, and certainly not heavy enough to give her problems that she couldn't at least deal with. The hit, however, was a pretty staggering one, but she still could see well enough to duck out of the headlock and headbutt Ruffnut in the face.

Her having that helmet, of course, made that headbutt a bit of a curse too, hence the cut on her head. It was REALLY a good thing her dad trained the shit out of her.

Unnoticed by Zetta, the two minions he'd Invited to the battle had taken up cheering for the girls -- one for Ruffnut, one for Hit Girl. While they yelled behind him, the Overlord had lapsed into complete obliviousness -- he was too busy cheering on the brutal blows himself.

Ruffnut hear a distinctive and familiar "CRACK!" Yep her nose was broken again.

As twin trails of blood ran down her face she breathed through her mouth. She grinned as the blood trickled over her lips onto her teeth and let out a roar rushing at Hit girl again aiming for sharp punches to the girls sides.

But despite the fury in her roar her eyes were unfocused, a sign that Hitgirls strikes were effecting Ruff.

Hit Girl was exactly the type to see that in her enemy. She had to: most of them were bigger than her and had the muscles to cause her some serious damage. At the moment, she knew that she had to hurry and finish Ruffnut, or this was going to be an even messier battle.

So at the next charge, the attempt to get at her sides was stopped short by a quick dropkick straight to the taller girl's chest. The broken nose would be one weak point: leaving herself exposed for that reason would be the other.

"W-Whoa! Hold on there! HP levels are getting too low, I'm not paying for a resurrection!"

Zetta had at last decided to pay attention to the status screens.

Ruffnut felt the powerful kick hit her chest once again knocking the air out of her.

But as the force pulled on her to launch her away from Hitgirl her fingers grasped at the girls outfit trying to pull her along and send them both crashing to the grass.

Hit Girl knocks her aside, considering the lack of equilibrium on Ruffnut's part...but just barely. She's still bleeding from the forehead a bit, and she's keeping her bnalnace, but only a little. Ruffnut was still strong, and it did screw with her stance.

"Damn," she muttered. "Okay. Fistfight then, between us girls?"

She almost LEERED at Zetta with her expression.

Ruffnut was already on her feet when Hit Girl suggested they switch up the brawl. That slowed her down long enough to blink confused, "What?" She asked as her pounding heart began to slow. Apparently she was so caught up in the moment that all the words they'd said were lost on her.

"Hold on, hold on," Zetta grumbled, as he Invited his cleric minion. No sooner had she crashed to the ground then she lifted her staff and cast a healing spell over the two girls.

"Ought to make you fight ME," he added in another grumble.

"Fist fight first," Hit Girl insisted, and she looked absolutely serious about this. "Come on. I'm not at my maximum yet and neither is viking girl. We spar, then we get healed."

She grinned at Ruffbut. "You up to it, or is this all you got?"

Ruffnut cracked her knuckles and grinned a crooked eager grin, "Bring it on!" Her legs shifted into a solid stance and she braced herself for the first strike.

...this could take awhile.

At least it's damn enjoyable to watch.

Zetta couldn't help but like these girls. Even if Hit Girl did have that pesky trend towards heroism. He bet if she got strong enough, he could work that out of her.

Overlord Zetta would be surprised how "extreme" her heroism was.

She stretched herself a moment, then stalked toward Ruffnut, her hands apart, her legs bent and coiled to strike. She finally stepped toward Ruffnut, left arm to her chest and her other going for a direct hit to Ruffnut's chest.

Ruffnut leaned away from the punch, not far enough to avoid it and felt it clip her in the side, stinging surely but not a crushing blow yet. The blond haired Viking responded with a right hook aiming higher on Hit girl. A nose for a nose so to say.

Hit Girl wasn't going to go for a crippling punch, not yet. She wanted to know exactly how far and how strong her opponent was. However, this hit had left her open a little, and so she wasn't quick enough to avoid this punch.

It hit her nose just hard enough to break it, and Hit Girl swore, spitting blood out. Shit, did that hurt. She shook her head, grinning.

"Ok. Now I'll get serious."

Hit Girl, conversely, would probably be surprised at just how bad Zetta was at evil. Not that he hadn't already pretty much advertised the fact, despite being thoroughly unaware of it himself.

"No holding back, either of you! You want to fight, then fight like you mean it!"

Of course, he hadn't unInvited his healer -- just in case Ruffnut did, accidentally or on purpose, lightning-punch one or both of them closer to death than Zetta was comfortable with.

Ruffnut didn't answer either of them, her teeth were clenched tight as she swung again and again favoring faster lighter punches over slower heavier strikes. She wouldn't hold back on Hit Girl and didn't expect any less. It was a sign of respect as far as she was concerned.

And alot of fun too~

Hit Girl could talk all right, but that didn't stop her from fighting back either: she and Ruffnut were now trading pretty quick punches, both of the really starting to get into it. True, Hit Girl could move a little faster, but Ruffnut's punches were still fairly devastating too.

But she wouldn't stop either, landing a decent uppercut and moving back, still feeling a little dazed.

"Mix it up!" Zetta bellowed into the fray. "Establish a pattern, then break it! Never telegraph a punch!"

It was sound advice, if possibly delivered in a useless way at the entirely wrong time.

Unfortunately for Ruffnut she was too into the moment to hear Zetta...and did precisely what he was warning against.

She brought her hands up high rushing forward with every intention on delivering a double fisted blow to the top of Hitgirl's head. She thought she was about to win so she was going for the haymaker.

Hit Girl did NOT have the problem of taking instruction while she fought: that was how she trained. Hell, it was the last thing she had done when Big daddy was alive. Realizing he was right, a small smile came to her face.

Ducking under the hot to head was easy enough: landing three devastating punches in the breadbasket on the other hand was a big harder, but manageable. And that was just what Hitgirl did.

Unless you had a sixpack, and likely even then, hits in the stomach left you pretty winded.

It earned a wince out of the book, to be sure! Hit Girl had done a good job of weighting this fight -- Zetta would've put a lot more money on Ruffnut had she been using her buckler, and her lightning.

Still, he wasn't disappointed even as the outcome turned against his apprentice. She'd learn from it. Get back up and try again.

Sometimes he could almost be grateful that things had fallen out as they did.

Ruffnut felt the strikes pushing the air from her lungs. The world went very white and she wasn't even aware of when or how she hit the ground. Hitgirl's strikes had found their marks.

She lay in the grass breathing heavily as her vision re focused and her mind began to settle again. She'd need a few minutes.

Hit Girl sat on the floor now, her knees up to her chest, sighing. she spat out some blood again, feeling her face for the bruises. She stretched her hands.

"You were really good," she commented. "We were probably trained differently when it comes to fist fighting. I was trained to go for the kill, like, all the time, but mostly with weapons. This was new for me. Thanks."

She stretched, wincing at the wound on her cheek. "Hey, wanna hit the bar after this?"

"You gonna bitch if I send the healer in now?" Zetta grumbled.

More neutrally, he said, "You both have good moves, you just need a lot more overwhelming force."

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