[1 v 1] Hoedown: Battle-style (Levi/Mot)

[nekoluch]

The tatzel ghoul once again headed to the indoor gym to look for the cowboil she questioned over groanspring. She didn't have any of those fancy phones her peers used, so it was just a matter of using her computer and then waiting out the time. He'd be wearing a hat, she figured. It was an easy enough thing to spot since he never seemed to take the thing off.

Sitting with her knees up and tail swaying idly, Levi waited outside the gym doors for Mot to appear. She was not one to use tools herself in fights, but since Mot really didn't look like a fighter to her, she wanted to see what difference his guns would make for him. Cowboils did enjoy using their guns...  

[Bittiface]

Mot's spurs clicked as he made his way to the gym, waving as he spotted Levi sitting on the floor. While his cherished hat was gone from his head, the one Hel made hung around his neck proudly.

"Howdy, Princess!" Mot called out happily, grinning ear to ear. "Care for a dance?"  

[nekoluch]

She did have to do a double take at seeing Mot sans Hat on his head. When she did recognize that cowboil getup though, she quickly rose to her feet. He called her a princess often.

Well, theme some right sleek new threads ya got thar, cowboil.

She knew it was to get a rise out of her, so she grinned right back. Princey, yew got yerself a deal. Dance like we're swingin' on hot coals, we are. Darn tootin'. She certainly wanted to see his gun work but she obviously wasn't going to just stand there and let him shoot at her; it was a match. Ya ready fer a hoedown? Gesturing with a nod toward the doors, she entered the gym first, holding the door open for Mot to follow.  

[Bittiface]

If there was one thing he loved most about Levi, it was probably that accent. A real country ghoul slang she had going. It was infectious, and made him wish he`d been brought up with some southern twang. "Thank you kindly, little lady." Mot said with a grin. "Lizzy helped me pick some new clothes out."

"Ready and willing." Mot stepped through the door, since Levi was kind enough to hold it open like the gentlemen she was.

He stepped inside a few paces, summoning both revolvers as he walked. He turned on his heel, and gave the ghoul a smirk. "Let's dance."  

[nekoluch]

She quickly threw her towel to the side as usual and looked back to see Mot. When the cowboil reaper turned, she took to a crouching posture, fingertips touching the floor and tail up in a curl.

By yer lead, Prince. There weren't very many times she'd take to letting a boil lead- but if it was a dance he wanted, she'd treat it as such. The boil got to make his move first ... so she could follow close behind him.  

[Bittiface]

HP: 40
Damage: 4


Mot smirked, soon turning that into a grin. Oh, play time was on.

The reaper open fired on the tatzel, a rain of bullets from both weapons combined.  

[nekoluch]

Jointing, she tried to snap side-to-side to avoid most of the bullets, but couldn't help but get caught by a few zinging into her flesh. Flesh wound, ghoulie. Just a flesh wound.

The surprise of being shot at didn't stop her from landing a bouncing aerial kick to the reaper in retaliation.

HP: 36/40
Damage: 5  

[Bittiface]

HP: 35
Damage: 2

Mot stumbled backward after being hit by Levi's kick, nearly knocked off his feet from the force of it.

The reaper shook it off as best he could, aimed a few bullets in her direction and braced himself for any more hits.  

[nekoluch]

As she jumped back, Mot got her with more bullets and the shock once again cause her to go rigid. Recovering as quickly as she could, coming back down to the floor, she took to jumping at the cowboil again. This time, it was a sweep kick to his upper half with her heel.

HP: 34/40
Damage: 3  

[Bittiface]

HP: 23
Status: Using Fear
High Caliber: An exploding bullet (Gambler's Chance)
Damage:
Levi = 8
Mot = 9

The air from Mot's lungs gave out from Levi's kick, the reaper making a gasp or two to recover while clutching his chest. He'd have to aim for her legs if he wanted to take her down.

Whil he had horrid luck with his Fear in the past, Mot was a gambler at heart, and decided to take a chance at getting in as much damage as possible in one go.

The reaper focused his Fear into both pistols, the weapons began to glow brightly. Brighter and brighter, until finally Mot released the charged bullets from both guns at both of Levi's legs.
He was hit with an almost equal recoil shooting up his arms, making him cry out in pain, almost dropping his weapons in turn.  

[nekoluch]

She'd been shot at repeatedly by a new sort of bullet. These ones were glowing... and better still, the cowboil had aimed for her legs. Well, you're one smart spookie, boil.

She was forced to take a knee with that, tail curling between the two of them defensively. She just nearly began to feel the venom rising up in her throat, but didn't quite rise out of her.

She still had a lot to work on as far as using her FEAR went. That time with Bul- a fluke? She coughed for a bit, shaking the feeling off of her, and returning to watch Mot.

HP: 28/40
Damage: 0 - Y2 Tainted Fang: Fail  

[Bittiface]

HP: 23
Damage: ---

Mot, despite being in a battle, couldn't help but feel badly that he'd caused the ghoul to fall to her knees. She was coughing too! OH NO!

"Doing alright?" Mot asked cautiously.  

[nekoluch]

She focused on him, eyes taking a moment to dilate. Yeah... yeah, I'm good. It happens.

With a bit of a shaky start, the tatzel arose again into a stand with both legs and her tail acting as a ground. That was the benefit of having a tail one could stand on- in case someone decided to shoot you in the legs.

Don't be goin' easy, cowboil. I ain't out 'er nothin'

She put on her best grin.

HP: 28/40
Damage: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 23
Damage: 2

Mot smiled back at Levi, nodding his head. Well then, on with the fight!

Mot moved backwards, firing a couple rounds at Levi now that the battle was back on.  

[nekoluch]

Being shot at was not fun. Especially when you already had bullet wounds. But like a good tatzel, she wasn't about to give in.

With one hand to the floor and tail grounded to the floor, she bounded over to the reaper and kicked at his middle with both feet.

HP: 26/40
Damage: 4