Post by journeycat on Apr 28, 2011 7:24:08 GMT 10
SMACKDOWN 2011
ROUND 2 FIGHT B - WINNER'S FIC
CLARY/MATTES V LARK/ROSETHORN
ROUND 2 FIGHT B - WINNER'S FIC
CLARY/MATTES V LARK/ROSETHORN
“They’re close by.”
In preparation, Clary withdrew her baton, its weight solid and comforting in her hands. She and Mattes were flat against an alley wall, not daring to peek around the corner in case the Rats were waiting for them.
“How do you know?” she asked.
“I can smell them.”
She sighed. “We’ve been over this, Mattes. We are not actual dogs—”
A rope twined around her neck and jerked her up, choking off the rest of the sentence. She gasped for air, kicking frantically and grabbing the rope—which she suddenly realized was a vine.
“It’s—them—”
Mattes cried out and grabbed her legs, pulling down with all his might. The vine went taut, and after a squeal from above, completely slackened, and the two Dogs fell to the ground. Her baton broke in two, leaving her without a weapon. and A split moment later, there was a crash, as the two Rats they were after fell off the rooftop and onto some trash cans. Clary only had enough energy to suck in air, still reeling from her near-strangulation, and could only lay there as Mattes leapt at them with his baton raised.
The dark Rat quickly threw out a hand, and Mattes’ clothes began to unravel, forming a knot around his ankles to trip him. He went down, and watched in horror as his baton tumbled out of his reach. No, he thought, no, no, no—
“That was beautiful, Lark,” said the short woman with auburn hair. “I couldn’t have done it better myself.”
“Oh, I don’t know...you do seem to know how to get someone to shed clothes.”
“Not now, you heathen.” The auburn-haired woman turned her attention to him. “Well, Dog, we’ll teach you what it means to mess with the Summersea Rogues.”
“What will you do to him, Rosie?” Lark asked slyly.
The woman named Rosie looked at her companion, and something in her expression changed. “First, I think I’ll tie his hands to the bedpost, to teach him discipline.”
Mattes blinked. What?
“While you’re doing that, I’ll unstitch his clothes,” Lark murmured, “very, very slowly...”
They weren’t even looking at him now. How awkward.
“You don’t even want to know what I’m going to do with—”
There was a metallic thump, and the two women crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Mattes stared up at Clary, who was holding two trash can lids, which she had just used to knock them silly.
“And that’s why there’s no canoodling on duty,” she said triumphantly. “You get distracted.” She nudged a leg with her toe, and shrugged. “We’ll bind them and take them to the cages, where they can await their hearing. So much for discipline.”
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THE RESULT - TEAM PUPPY LOVE!
BREAKDOWN:
Clary/Mattes - 245 Fics
Lark/Rosethorn - 202
EXCLUDED - 7 Fics
TOTAL - 454 Fics
THANK YOU: To the SMACKDOWN Admin (Katty, Isha, and especially Rosie who painstakingly oversaw the QC process) and Mods (wordy, greenie, Cassandra, inthefire and PeroxidePirate) as well as all the participants and spectators!
THE RESULT - TEAM PUPPY LOVE!
BREAKDOWN:
Clary/Mattes - 245 Fics
Lark/Rosethorn - 202
EXCLUDED - 7 Fics
TOTAL - 454 Fics
THANK YOU: To the SMACKDOWN Admin (Katty, Isha, and especially Rosie who painstakingly oversaw the QC process) and Mods (wordy, greenie, Cassandra, inthefire and PeroxidePirate) as well as all the participants and spectators!