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enough sinning, more fighting
No new updates so hey have a fight scene from that spy!au I'm still stupidly committed to writing!
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Buttercup snatched a bottle from the bar and swung it at Butch’s head.
He caught the body of the bottle with the heel of his palm and rolled it along his hand, grabbing it and twisting it out of her grasp. Before she knew it the bottlecapped neck was coming at her eye, and she dropped just enough for it to smack into her brow instead.
“Shit!” she hissed as she stumbled back, bumping another table in the process. The bar’s meager patrons had already fled at the sound of gunfire and somebody had left a bag behind, the contents of which now scattered across the table at Buttercup’s upsetting it. A jar of Vaseline rolling around caught her eye.
Butch laughed and twisted the bottlecap off for a victory swig. A second later he immediately spit it out.
“Oh, ew, gross, that’s awful, what the fuck is this?” he said, gagging, just as Buttercup caught him in the chest with a spinning back kick.
He Oofed but managed to hurl the bottle at her head. She caught it and attempted to smash it over his head, but her hands, still slick with Vaseline, couldn’t grip it tight enough, and it instead sailed out of her hand and across the room, shattering against a line of slot machines instead of Butch’s skull.
“Oh, God damn it!” she yelled, just as Butch popped her in the face. His knuckles slid along her slick cheek, and while it still smarted, at least it took the edge off the impact.
“Hey, fuck you,” he said. “Vaseline is cheating.”
She dropped and jabbed her elbow into his chest, sending him colliding against a table behind him. He grabbed a chair and flipped it into his hands, legs out, and thrust it at her. She twisted to avoid a leg in the diaphragm and face simultaneously, snatching one of them and smashing the heel of her hand at the joint to break it off just as he pulled away. She twisted back up and flung it at him, hoping it would hit him splinter end first.
He raised the chair to block it and she broke another leg of it off in the process, using this one to club him in the shin and causing him to take a knee. The Vaseline was still hell on her grip, so the hit wasn’t clean, and she swore as she shot back upright, ripping a swathe of fabric from her dress to wrap around her hand and secure her grip on her makeshift club.
“Alright, this thing isn’t as cool as I thought it was going to be,” he said, and simply brought it overhead to smash down on her. She blocked and it splintered into flecks of wood around her.
“On second thought,” Butch chirped, and grabbed another chair, smashing this one into her left and giving her just barely enough time to react and block before he grabbed another and smashed into into her right. This one connected and a sharp pain shot through her side, knocking the wind out of her. She stumbled over the bits of chair littering the ground, saw him turning to grab the much larger table behind him, and raised her forearms up to brace for impact.
Nothing. She looked up and saw—
“Oh, fuck me!” Butch said, yanking one more time for good measure before looking at her. “This thing is bolted—”
She yelled and whacked the club into his temple, sending him to the floor.
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Buttercup snatched a bottle from the bar and swung it at Butch’s head.
He caught the body of the bottle with the heel of his palm and rolled it along his hand, grabbing it and twisting it out of her grasp. Before she knew it the bottlecapped neck was coming at her eye, and she dropped just enough for it to smack into her brow instead.
“Shit!” she hissed as she stumbled back, bumping another table in the process. The bar’s meager patrons had already fled at the sound of gunfire and somebody had left a bag behind, the contents of which now scattered across the table at Buttercup’s upsetting it. A jar of Vaseline rolling around caught her eye.
Butch laughed and twisted the bottlecap off for a victory swig. A second later he immediately spit it out.
“Oh, ew, gross, that’s awful, what the fuck is this?” he said, gagging, just as Buttercup caught him in the chest with a spinning back kick.
He Oofed but managed to hurl the bottle at her head. She caught it and attempted to smash it over his head, but her hands, still slick with Vaseline, couldn’t grip it tight enough, and it instead sailed out of her hand and across the room, shattering against a line of slot machines instead of Butch’s skull.
“Oh, God damn it!” she yelled, just as Butch popped her in the face. His knuckles slid along her slick cheek, and while it still smarted, at least it took the edge off the impact.
“Hey, fuck you,” he said. “Vaseline is cheating.”
She dropped and jabbed her elbow into his chest, sending him colliding against a table behind him. He grabbed a chair and flipped it into his hands, legs out, and thrust it at her. She twisted to avoid a leg in the diaphragm and face simultaneously, snatching one of them and smashing the heel of her hand at the joint to break it off just as he pulled away. She twisted back up and flung it at him, hoping it would hit him splinter end first.
He raised the chair to block it and she broke another leg of it off in the process, using this one to club him in the shin and causing him to take a knee. The Vaseline was still hell on her grip, so the hit wasn’t clean, and she swore as she shot back upright, ripping a swathe of fabric from her dress to wrap around her hand and secure her grip on her makeshift club.
“Alright, this thing isn’t as cool as I thought it was going to be,” he said, and simply brought it overhead to smash down on her. She blocked and it splintered into flecks of wood around her.
“On second thought,” Butch chirped, and grabbed another chair, smashing this one into her left and giving her just barely enough time to react and block before he grabbed another and smashed into into her right. This one connected and a sharp pain shot through her side, knocking the wind out of her. She stumbled over the bits of chair littering the ground, saw him turning to grab the much larger table behind him, and raised her forearms up to brace for impact.
Nothing. She looked up and saw—
“Oh, fuck me!” Butch said, yanking one more time for good measure before looking at her. “This thing is bolted—”
She yelled and whacked the club into his temple, sending him to the floor.
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I love the back and forth between them also I have noted that Buttercup isn't one to talk much during a fight, meanwhile Butch enjoys the playful commentary. Love iiiiiit.
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thanks for this & i hope you're doing okay!
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It'll be a minute but I think I finally cracked how the main plot gets started on this one so I'm excited to continue it!
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