[1 v 1][HH PVP] Wipeout [ Savior vs Marcus ]

[Rown]

The Room Status

ALL RUNIC WEAPONS/ LEARNED ABILITIES DO 2x damage or Healing (if they damage) to their target.

It was maybe sad to say, or strange to say, but Savior didn't really know where she was or how she got there. Perhaps it was the faint trace of sands that still lingered in some places, her scent strong enough to last even though time had passed with a vengeance.

Or maybe it was because Savior had seen something go running towards the weird tunnel direction and she just followed it because Savior.

The second option was the most likely option, naturally.

The end result of all the running and just walking after whatever it was she started chasing (the poor Marrowstripe couldn't remember after so long) the monster found herself in a room covered head to toe in sand. It was hot, it was bright, and there was no breeze to knock away some of the humidity.

In a word, it was perfect. Were Savior able to smile beneath her mask it was likely she'd have a grin ear to ear. Instead she just made quick work of burying herself up to her neck, settling in the warm grains.

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taa daa!

 

[Rown]

Savior had been doing typical Savior-like things (sleeping, forgetting what she was doing when she woke up, going back to sleep) when her final bout of napping was interrupted by a kick to the back of the head. It woke her wide awake, prompting a crooning wail of sorts, and the monster shook the sand that had settled on her hair off as she tried to get her vision back into focus. It only took a moment though the glare of the sand and for some reason overhead sun to make things too bright, and she crooned again as one of her hands broke free.

"Haaaah." It was meant to be a sighing exhale but rather it sounded like a speaker or something exploding. Savior's right arm burst free first, then her left, and she pushed herself upward and to her feet, the sand pouring off her body as though someone was sprinkling it over her head. "Ahhhh. Sand." She dusted herself with her hands, spreading more sand over her skin, and she turned to look around to see what she had tripped over.

When she noticed it was a person she slowly moved to their side, a thin whistle escaping from beneath her mask as she knelt down to check it out. It was a hunter, something Savior had seen many a time before, but her brain didn't click. For the Marrowstripe this was just as good as being a first time seeing it. "Youse. Okay."

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[Rown]

Savior shrieked, her cry loud and shattering as she was surprised by the sudden attack. Her clawed fingers fanned out as she staggered backward, her left arm flailing forward and actually striking her attacker.

Blood pumped from her other arm where she'd been sliced, and Savior crooned sorrowfully as she ran her hand over the injury. A thick layer of bloody sand turned to mud as it started to clot, her hand aiding the process. It wasn't going to heal right away but at least she wouldn't bleed out.

"Why." She made no move to attack, instead just staring. Her question sounded hollow and pitiful from beneath her mask.

iStoleYurVamps

savior is generally non-agressive so she may not attack anymore unless provoked majorly

 

[Rown]

As the second blow came in Savior took it just as well as the first, meaning she hissed, but there was no sign of retaliation coming from her even as her opponent made clear that his intent was to kill her where she stood for no other reason than she simply was being. Her hand went over this new wound on her side, the sand coating that small cut just like the one on her arm. Everything smelled highly of citrus and the sun overhead only appeared to be making the scent stronger.

Or perhaps it was the sand, the clumps of bloody mud falling too the ground as the Marrowstripe shifted herself into a better position. Her stance looked very at home on the turf, her toes wriggling out a small foothold despite the shifting nature of the grounds.

Perhaps it was best for Savior to respond to this person's threats, their declaration of killing her. The most Savior did was sigh, the hollow sound not unlike speaker feedback, and she shook her head. "No. No keel, no die." The monster likely didn't remember her many, many fading away and reforming moments either or else she might have not been so laid back.

hp 26
defending self 2 [next round]

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[Rown]

"No fait. Queschuns." Savior frowned (beneath her mask) but otherwise kept her face very level, rubbing her hands over her body to make sure nothing else was bleeding. A extra layer of sand covered her wounds, coating the clumping section, and she let out another sigh. "Okay."

How well she could answer questions remained to be seen. Despite being older and doing a bit better at things her vocabulary was still sadly limited and her grasp of events was sub-par at best. Still this person wanted to talk and wasn't trying to hurt her anymore, so the monster accepted that and opened her arms, palms up. "Ask."

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[Rown]

"Oh." Savior's face lit up, she knew this one! "Savior. Marrowstripe." What else went with that introduction? The monster thought about it long and hard before she moved to scrape the sand from her side, the cut there nearly gone from beneath. She was still hurt beneath the skin, the wound hadn't healed in the lower tissues, but somehow she'd been able to grind off the top few layers and make it look better. Of course all it would take was a simple tug and the wound would open again, worse than before.

"Oh. Female." Savior hoped that was what else she needed to say, and she pointed now towards the person asking questions. "Whose youse." The pointing ended and she moved her fingers back, using her nails to tap against her mask. The sound was loud and hollow, like there was nothing behind the object on her face.

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[Rown]

"Marrrkussss." Savior clapped her hands together and crooned again, actually moving to take a step towards Marcus before he started talking again. One by one his questions came and the monster tilted her head to the side, trying to think.

As for healing sand, maybe she should try and answer that too. It was easy to respond when she could parrot words. "Noes magicks, sand. Grinds skin, grinds down. Saaaand." She didn't feel like demonstrating and the wound on her arm was way, way to big for the little skin grinding act like she'd pulled off on her torso.

How...old was she? The Marrowstripe didn't really know how to count or tell time, stuff just happened, so she took a wild guess and held up four fingers. "Four." Truth be told that probably was how old she was; her kind grew quickly and aged rather well after a certain point. Sadly for Savior though, she didn't take after her kind in the learning and brains level of growth. "Why."

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[Rown]

Savior was pretty content to just keep talking when all of a sudden she was attacked again. This slice hit her in shoulder, seeing as she didn't have many clothes to protect herself or catch blades, and a thin hiss escaped from her hips as she backed away and looked at the wound. Her eyes narrowed as once again her hand went over her shoulder, smearing sand on the wound, but the sudden move caused the cut on her stomach to split once again.

This wasn't doing her any favors, and she took few steps forward and made a slash at Marcus, the sharp points of her nails barely digging into his shield.

hp 23 [ protected against two from before ]
damage 2

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