PIPE WRENCH FIGHT [Open]

[unrecovered]

Who: Wash and anyone who wants to join
Where: Network and fighting ring
When: Early November, a few days before the Akvos world jump
Rating: TBD depending on thread content
What: Wash starts the Circle's first fight club. Kind of.

[This will be poster's choice - I'll put the network invitation in Wash's toplevel, but the long and short of it is, he'll be holding combat training for those who want to learn how to fight, and those who want to help teach are open as well. Feel free to make toplevels learning and/or teaching, and let me know if you need anything more or want prompt ideas!]

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[dipolar]

I didn't lie about that.

(true— dying is the only thing he's ever wanted this desperately.

but. hei takes the punch dead-on, head whipping to the side from the impact of it. he feels... good. it stings, the pain that forces him to roll his jaw and look back at her through a piecemeal fringe. he feels alive.

inviting her in this close was purposeful, jerking into a grab for her prosthesis' wrist.)

But I'd rather live than die at the hands of someone unworthy. (that's not what he sacrificed his life for, what he trained for. he still has one last person to protect.

teeth clenching, he flips the knife in his opposite hand and aims the blunt end in a jab at her stomach.)

[intoningly]

[ He could have dodged if he wanted to– she can tell as much. But he doesn't, and his eyes are suddenly bright, some indication of life greater than a pulse and beating heart.

The only indication of her surprise when he grabs her is how her eyes widen. The smile on her face does not fade– just grows sharper and more cruel.

Is there any point in dodging his blade? She won't die– perhaps that's why he'd met her blow head on. ]

Good luck finding someone who is worthy to do the job!

[ Her sword falls from her hand, clatters nosily on the stands.

She grabs his blade with her bare hands, hissing silently as it cuts her skin. ]

And since we're on the subject– 

[ Her grip around the blade grows stronger, blood staining her hands and dripping between their feet. ]

– who the fuck says you're worthy of the privilege?

[dipolar]

(it was supposed to be a winding strike, it wasn't supposed to cut. but she grabs it, then squeezes it and lets the blood soak her fingers. what a damn fool.

hei stares at it, feeling nothing.

when did he stop caring? how long ago was it? thirteen, fourteen years?)

I'm not, but that's just how it has to be. (a sharp twist, the edge of the blade biting further into her hand.) We're done here. Let go, now, or I'll cut your fingers off.

[intoningly]

[ She feels the warm, searing feeling of split flesh and hot blood. That's still new, still not something she's used to even after months of being here.

The adrenaline has her pupils blown wide like a feral animal. She holds his gaze for a moment longer, smile wicked.

And then she lets go. ]

Still need these for now.

[ She wiggles her fingers in an almost playful wave, blood flicking specks onto both of them. ]

But you can try again some other time, big boy.

[dipolar]

(hei stares at her as the blood flecks his face, eyes narrowing.)

Then get the hell away from me and rest up for our next meeting.

(this is apparently the only language she speaks. gO TO CHURCH)

Got it? Back off.