Our love could fight a war....literally (PAFP, girl or boy needed)

Ooc: Great question, ummm. I believe what'll happen is that the soldiers will be gone and he has to fight. Then he convinces her to join the army and she thinks "If I pretend I'm joining I can gather more information or find the Avengers!" So she accepts with some resentment and they can fall in love and stuff as that happens tada xD

At this point it seemed as if the battle had come to a stand still, where neither side was attacking. It was one of the rare peaceful moments where neither side was certain about a tatic. Lucy was only trying to calm herself, but the Chitari seemed cautious when she stopped attacking. So they do know some fighting strategies and aren't new born pups on the battlefield.... Interesting.... Cruel as her words would seem to anyone who could hear them, she was only making an observation. Lucy had a calculating mind, but she was quite good at hiding it. Her enemies almost always underestimated her because she was a woman.

And calculating was exactly what she was doing. With a quick sweep of the landscape, she could see maybe 8 more soldiers, two or three seemingly holding back. Or perhaps they are dumber than a bag of bricks and are only following masters orders. Also interesting, note for later: can they be manipulated? Besides calculating, Lucy was quite the strategist. Something she believed was a natural talent of hers. Of course she'd never sink low enough to admit that.

Another thing she had noticed, her hand she bleeding profusely. First thing to do however, get this hand fixed she thought, glancing back inconspicuously to her cloak and mask she had abandoned some time ago. Cautiously, she took a step back in the direction towards her items. That small step seemed to be a trigger, and the rest of the soldiers jumped out at her ready to attack.

Lucy was slashing at anything that came at her because she was feeling slightly overwhelmed. Fighting with one hand didn't help matters either, but the Chitari soldiers seemed to keep coming at her one after the other. Her attacks were not as coordinated as before, now she was relying only on her strength and speed. However this tatic had it's many disadvantages, and Lucy realized she had to think of something and fast. Use the landscape, what is there to use? she thought as she searched at fought.

Being distracted with fighting the soldiers and looking for some advantage, she hadn't even noticed the blast until it was too late. Her hearing picked it up before her eyes did, but the blast still landed right smack dab in the middle of her stomach. Crying out, her good hand instinctively went to the wound, but now she had no defense. She was hit in the jaw and then a blow to her nose.

Managing with excruciating pain, she lashed out using her feet alone, until she had a decent amount of space to maneuver. There she practically ran till she reached an abandoned car. She used any strength left and all of her anger to flip it at the soldiers, giving her at least a few seconds to reach her things.

Little did they know, her cloak was special, it had pockets where she kept all sorts of supplies. For example, the small jar she was pulling out was her own concoction of what most would use as rubbing alcohol for wounds. However this healed her wounds much faster because of her blood. Lucy used her teeth to pull the cap off, and she hastily poured some on her gut and on her hand. It burned alright, but soon she'd be able to move properly. Seeing that the Chitari were trying to conduct themselves, she ripped the edge of her cloak and wrapped her hand in a makeshift bandage. It'll do for now she told her self as she prepared to fight.

Ooc: sorry it's so long, I tend to get a bit carried away while writing battle scenes

Not this time you bastard she thought, letting a small smirk grace her features as she dodged. Lucy had prepared herself for any attack, and she had been paying special attention to Druain. For one of many reasons. First because he had been shooting at her early and managed to hit her hand and stomach. Almost cost me the battle even she thought bitterly. Second, he was related to Loki. That should have been a reason in itself, but what that meant he was most likely a god.
Now to take out the Chitari and save the..... wait a second, where are the humans? Lucy had only just realized that they had escaped. Judging by the pissed off expression she could see on the young god's face, he had just realized as well. That made her want to smile, but now was not the time. Now was the time to finish of these soldiers and get the heck out of here to let her wounds heal.
Speaking of wounds, Lucy could feel the aching sting as the drug did it's magic in healing them. It would take much longer for these burns to heal, but she had time, and the right medical supplies at home. Or what she thought of as home. Anyway, back to fighting. The 'Wolf Bandit' was starting to get her fighting techniques back in order now that her abdomen didn't feel as if it were on fire. She slashed and kicked with a new sense of vigor.
Soon, one by one, she and Druain were the only ones left. An eerie silence had fallen over the battlefield. Lucy made no sudden movements as she watched the young god carefully for his next move.

Lucy met his icy gaze with her own fiery green in difance. She watched his every move as she tried controlling her rapid breathing. Something about fighting..... it just made her blood rush with adrenaline. Was it excitement? No, she never got excited over fighting. Lucy, for a fact, hated hurting people.
With every word he spoke, you could see the gears turning in her head. She was always calculating, planning. Her eyes narrowed only slightly at the question. So he had underestimated her eh? Most did because she was female. "I suppose you are," she mused, trying to give the impression that she was under control. The truth was that she was ready to get a little revenge for her hand and stomach wounds. It would be glorious to feel her claws dig into Asgardian/Frost giant flesh- Whoa there now Lucy, calm down, all in due time she assured herself.
Cracking her neck again, she leaned back on an over flipped truck and tried to look casual. "You know, this," she held up her one hand and wiggled her fingers to indicate her claws "on a somewhat technical standpoint, is a 'gift' from my father as well" she said, looking at her hand as if she were studying it. As the silence stretched between the conversation, Lucy visibled relaxed herself. Silence usually had this effect on her.

Ooc: Bump for finished post

Lucy kept an ever trained eye on Druain's words and movements. Either he was pretending that he wasn't a skilled fighter or that stance had been fixed on purpose. She didn't care honestly, if she had to fight him she would no matter the skill level. What was ironic was how he asked her who her father is when she could immediately who his father.
Lucy would never admit this, but she wasn't exactly sure who her father was. Using her brain she figured her father was the Hulk. She had lost all her memories that had resided in her brain before she had received her 'gift'.
Lucy eased her posture as to appear relaxed and unguarded. This was highly unlikely, but she did like to surprise people. "I've never met my father personally and I honestly doubt he knows of my existence," she gave an innocent shrug, "But if you must know, he is mostly referred to as 'The Hulk'." she made air quotations with her fingers when speaking of his allies. She knew his real name was Bruce Banner, but she didn't have a clue in knowing if Druain knew that. As Lucy watched him, she noted that he did hold on to that scepter of his quite possessively. Which could mean one of two things. That Druain was only skilled in magic and that scepter was his only savior. Or, that his father was a great influence on him and that he valued the scepter because it was a gift to him. Either/or, she would learn soon enough.

[size=6pt]Her eyes only narrowed slightly at this response. Wonder if a punch would wipe that arrogant little smirk right off his face. Stay calm, he's most likely taunting you. So what? It doesn't matter as long as I hit him. Maybe I could break that scepter he loves so much Or get shot by it, either/or
Lucy would normally have these little mental debates with herself. It kept her anger in check for the most, although she would find herself wanting to punch a wall. Right now, she was finding it hard to control her seething rage. As she had stated to herself, she knew he was bating her to attack.
He was as manipulating as his father and she briefly wondered how he would react if she mentioned that. Now judging by his movements, it seemed as if he wanted her to attack him, which was odd. If he wasn't skilled at hand to hand combat like she had predicted, why would he want her to fight him? Whatever his reason was she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under her skin. Not yet at least.
Lucy needed a comeback to that one worded remark. One thing she had learned over the years by staying quiet was how to read people. Even as she grabbed her cloak, she was figuring out a response. And once it was wrapped securely around her did she think of something to say. "Oh contraire, " she moved her arms to cross over her chest, her cloak resting by her sides, "Unlike you, I am not seeking out approval from father over my actions. I do not know him, therefore there is no need to act like a dog on a leash and try to gain praise," she did not smile, there was no smirk. Not when she stating her mind. "Tell me something, you think of all of my race as slaves, 'servants' to your ever wim because you are a god, but who acts like he is in chains?" she leaned back on the car and gave him a long, hard look before speaking a few last words, "That's a real shame, if you ask me."
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[size=6pt]Ooc: I swear how do you think of replies that long so fast? It takes me a day to write a post like one before yours.

Ic: Raising one eyebrow at his first response, she gave a look that seemed as if she was saying 'Really?' This man was becoming rather infuriating, but she had to stay calm. She could see in that icy gaze of his that he was waiting for her to lash out. He thought he had her all figured out, that he was so clever.....It was in Lucy's nature to stay stubborn and prove others wrong, and she would do just that.
As she listened to his response, she inwardly rolled her eyes. Gods, never can bring themselves down in order to listen properly. No matter... She wasn't about to start ranting to him about her ideals and such. No, that would just upset her more. Right now she was digging her nails into her arm to control her rage. A little pain usually made her aware of her actions. Usually.
She never kept her eyes off him. Quite frankly, she had no reason to trust that he wasn't going to do something when she wasn't looking. Lucy wouldn't consider this paranoia, just precaution. The more she looked at him, the more she believed she was talking to Loki and not his son. She had to keep listing the differences, no matter how few, between the two in order to not crush his windpipe.
Scoffing at his last words, she just couldn't help it, she brought a hand up to push a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Humor me by pretending I am intelligent enough to follow," she gave him a look with one eye brow raised, her eyes still as fiery as ever. [/size]

[size=6pt]Ooc: Well I'm happy to hear that this is an enjoyable for you and I appluad your rping skills. I feel like I'm staring at a mini Loki if I imagine this scene going down.

Ic: She was surprised he had managed to spit out that statement. It almost made her want to smirk in satisfaction at his slight discomfort. Almost. With a temper like hers, any sort of joy was usually outlived by her ever present anger. It could be a disadvantage to most social situations and even possibly to battle situations. However the social hadn't mattered, and she had not had any trouble with battle, at least not up until this point. If this conversatiom was going where she believed it was going then she might have to work on her socializing behavior.
Lucy met his gaze, despite the height difference. If he wanted to look down apon her like a bug then that was fine. Now most would think she was just overreacting and that he was simply a little taller than herself. That he was only trying to be polite by the expression on his face. But she knew better than to trust appearences. The most important survival skill in this world was to never trust a Laufeyson.
Another reason why Lucy preferred her solitude. Not only because she was afraid, yes afraid, of killing someone on accident, but she had trust issues. Huge trust issues. The world was a dangerous place for someone like her, someone who made a numerous amount of enemies. No, she was not like those arrogant gods. She did not want people to fear her. Which was why it was more a possiblity for someone to stab her in the back. Caution (yes that was the word) was practically her middle name.
She saw that hand reach out before he touched her and Lucy forced herself to stay still, to not grap his wrist and break it. Her one ear did twitch however. He just had to touch the one with the singed mark on it didn't he? Something about him just ticked her off. Maybe it was that smirk that just so happened to make an appearence on his face at this very moment. She cracked her fingers on her left hand, continuing to stare him down neverless. It was an act in order to calm herself. If she couldn't break bones then she'd crack her various body parts instead. Sounded disgusting, but she never said she was one for normality.
"Information," she mentally wondered when her voice had dropped an octave, "That is all I need. I thrive off of learning, adapting, one would say. Ever heard the phrase knowledge is power?" she tilted her head, she always did this whenever she was questioning. "I find that entirely true." she practically growled out that statement.[/size]

Ooc: No you're doing great, keep up the good work :) By the way, is this font size better or the precious one I used?

Ic: Lucy kept her eyes trained on him the entire time. Her fiery, green gaze was mentally burning that smirk right off his face. As soon as he looked away she took her good hand and cracked her neck to the one side. She did the other side too, and then she rolled her shoulders for good measure. She had to relax herself somehow.
When he turned back around she listened to his words politely. However she did add mentally, and you'd know what responsibility is wouldn't you?
Yes, when Lucy was anger at someone, she'd act like a total jerk. Sometimes she was aware of it and simply didn't care, or she had no idea at all and needed to be reminded. She glanced around the landscape, growing slightly impatient, probably as much as the young god himself. What eased was that there were no humans in sight as well as no more soldiers. That meant her side job (no, not service, she had never thought of this as a public service) here was fulfilled. For the time being at least.
"Which is?" she practically growled, growing rather impatient herself, "By the way, if we are on a first name basis, my name is Lucy. So you no longer have to refer to me by that title if you wish." she gave a nonchalant shrug at the end to interpret that he could use whichever and that she didn't care. Although she would prefer to be called by her first name, she would not voice this opinion unless asked. Lucy was a 'keeps to self' kind of girl. She always had been.