Post by Edward"Butcher"McMillan on Feb 14, 2012 8:34:41 GMT
OOC: My bad bro, and sorry there isn't much here, bit tired 
Also...think I could kill Erik now?
IC: Nazi whore? Really Liam? Aren't all soldiers in some way whores? Slipped through Ed's mind as he continued to struggle with his ex commander. McMillan could tell that Liam's heart was in the fight, he almost seemed possessed, with such a burning intensity that it could have set ablaze the very house they were in the process of tearing apart.
After some rapid and stout jerks, Ed found himself yanked from the door frame, his rear foot having done almost nothing to keep him in place, and headed off into the kitchen. His balance was quickly becoming voided by Liam's maneuver and in a split second Ed was loose from anyones grasp except for gravity. He tried to get a foot down to redirect his flight path, with little help. Ed smashed into a kitchen chair that sent him spinning away form the table and he banged into the cabinet. He sprang his arms out and grasped both ends of the piece of furniture to stop his movement. Turning quickly to square off against his brother he could see the man raising back up from more or less throwing Ed through the kitchen. McMillan had a moment's pause to speak. "This is pointless Liam! I'm not going to let you kill me!" He said sternly. He wasn't talking down to Brentwood, but he wanted to be heard. Not that he thought it would be much use, but he had to try. Ed seriously doubted Liam would be listening to anything he had to say. While he finished his statement he regained his composure as best he could in the moment and placed his tail end against the cabinet, if Liam came charging in again they would be going far, only the couple of inches the cabinet would lean back until it hit the wall.
"I don't want to fight you! And where is the honor in this?!" There was none was always the correct answer, there was no honor in combat, of any kind. However it was part of the beast, it's what conflict came down to when all other means failed.
Ed leaned his upper body outward slightly, spreading his feet a little more and bent his elbows, holding his hands out slightly opened in hopes to try and absorb the next incoming attack. Ed till had no intentions of dealing an offensive blow of any kind to Liam and that didn't sit right with him. Liam was one of the rare men Edward looked up too, respected highly and in a couple ways tried to model himself after. Yet here the man was acting like a barbarian and Ed was the one trying to be civilized.
McMillan never fully grasped how his actions affected everyone else. Was Liam right? Was Ed selfish in his choices? All he ever wanted to do was to help end the war...
Also...think I could kill Erik now?IC: Nazi whore? Really Liam? Aren't all soldiers in some way whores? Slipped through Ed's mind as he continued to struggle with his ex commander. McMillan could tell that Liam's heart was in the fight, he almost seemed possessed, with such a burning intensity that it could have set ablaze the very house they were in the process of tearing apart.
After some rapid and stout jerks, Ed found himself yanked from the door frame, his rear foot having done almost nothing to keep him in place, and headed off into the kitchen. His balance was quickly becoming voided by Liam's maneuver and in a split second Ed was loose from anyones grasp except for gravity. He tried to get a foot down to redirect his flight path, with little help. Ed smashed into a kitchen chair that sent him spinning away form the table and he banged into the cabinet. He sprang his arms out and grasped both ends of the piece of furniture to stop his movement. Turning quickly to square off against his brother he could see the man raising back up from more or less throwing Ed through the kitchen. McMillan had a moment's pause to speak. "This is pointless Liam! I'm not going to let you kill me!" He said sternly. He wasn't talking down to Brentwood, but he wanted to be heard. Not that he thought it would be much use, but he had to try. Ed seriously doubted Liam would be listening to anything he had to say. While he finished his statement he regained his composure as best he could in the moment and placed his tail end against the cabinet, if Liam came charging in again they would be going far, only the couple of inches the cabinet would lean back until it hit the wall.
"I don't want to fight you! And where is the honor in this?!" There was none was always the correct answer, there was no honor in combat, of any kind. However it was part of the beast, it's what conflict came down to when all other means failed.
Ed leaned his upper body outward slightly, spreading his feet a little more and bent his elbows, holding his hands out slightly opened in hopes to try and absorb the next incoming attack. Ed till had no intentions of dealing an offensive blow of any kind to Liam and that didn't sit right with him. Liam was one of the rare men Edward looked up too, respected highly and in a couple ways tried to model himself after. Yet here the man was acting like a barbarian and Ed was the one trying to be civilized.
McMillan never fully grasped how his actions affected everyone else. Was Liam right? Was Ed selfish in his choices? All he ever wanted to do was to help end the war...
