[1v1] REVENGE (Mot vs. Freya)

[Nio Love]

There was a note left on Mot's door. Clearly, Freya hadn't heard the good news.

Quote:

MEET ME AT THE GYM, WE MUST SPAR FOR MY SISTERS HONOR YOU LITTLE s**t

-love, freya

 

[Bittiface]

Mot gulped.

Soon he was at the gym, trembling with fear. "Uuuuuh, F-Freya?"  

[Nio Love]

"NO TALKINGS!"

Freya was already waiting, hopping from one foot to another, weapon at the ready. She looked remarkably thinner, and her eyes were dark with circles under them. She'd gotten worse, but she never looked happier.

"WE FIGHTS! NO TALKINGS! FIGHTS! Grrrrr."  

[Bittiface]

Something was eating Freya's innards. She was practically as thin as Mot. Mot knew this was not healthy at all. It was worrisome.

"Wh---uh okay.." Mot siad in a shaky voice, summoning his rifle. He cranked the pump and fired at shot in her direction.

Mot HP: 50/50
Damage: 2  

[Nio Love]

Oho, he was ready to fight after all! Freya grinned and tried to dodge the bullet, which was of course impossible, and got shot in the side anyway. She put one hand on the scrape the bullet caused as it flew past, and growled.

"Gots teh does better than that if yehr goings teh makes it through this one little teeny boil.. I won't stops until yeh dissipate!"

Angry Freya was angry. So angry, in fact, that when she hurled at him with her scythe, she missed completely.

HP: 48
Damage: 0  

[Bittiface]

"Dissipate?! Isn't that a little extreee--EEEE!!" Mot yelped as she lunged, running off to the side in a panic, almost flailing run. He spun on his heel and fired another shot at the disgruntled Valkyrie.

Okay.. maybe more like 4 or 5 shots. Very, very good shots.

Why was she so mad? Did... did she know? About....

HP: 50
Damage: 13  

[Nio Love]

STUPID GUNS. STUPID COWBOIL. STUPID GOOD AIM. Freya kept running for him even as she was shot, over and over, stumbling back with each perfectly placed hit. She had to stop at the final blow, letting out a noise of severe distress as her body withered underneath her. She fell to one knee, and her hands wrapped around her stomach for a moment.

Without warning, her head snapped up and she glared at Mot so hard, it did one damage at him. Despite all her injuries, she was definitely still going to kill him.

HP: 37
Damage: 1  

[Bittiface]

Mot was in extreme defense mode, scared so badly by that glare, that he aimed several powerful shots to keep the Valkyrie at bay.

HP: 49
Damage: 8  

[Nio Love]

WHY WERE GUNS SO DAMN EFFECTIVE! Even as Freya surged forward, with her scythe at the ready, she felt the thump and sink of bullet after bullet, taking her down with each hit, bringing her pain and weakness the likes of which she never wanted to admit he could bring her.

By the time she actually reached him, she was working off of adrenaline alone, and swung her scythe all around, as hard as she could. If she could just get him on the floor, where he belonged.. maybe she could get those guns away and..

Everything hurt.

HP: 29
Damage: 11  

[Bittiface]

Mot was no match for that adrenaline Freya now held, his body going down, slamming hard into the ground as the scythe slammed into him.

HP: 38
Damage: Nope  

[Nio Love]

Freya pushed down as she held the upper hand, glaring at Mot angrily, until-

"Yeh has pretty hair." Freya remarked, turning suddenly calm. "Yeh knows, it's a shame yehr a jerks who has teh die. If I wasn't so bent on kicking yehr a**, I would ask yeh if I could does yehr hair."

At this point, it was possible Freya might end up being a hairdresser when she grew up.

HP: 29
Damage: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 38
Damage:9

Pretty hair?

Mot blinked, staring up the blonde with bewilderment. Okay, so his pretty hair wouldn't save him but... Mot hissed and aimed his gun upward, shooting a few rounds into her ribs.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" Mot demanded. He kind of had an idea but..  

[Nio Love]

What a dirty player! She let out a screech as he shot her dead in the chest while she was there, and she struggled to get away, scratching one of her nails across his cheek as she flailed and scrambled off.

He shot her POINT BLANK! Who thought giving that boil guns was a good idea, anyway?! "I'm fightings yeh for the honor of my sister, yeh bubble brained cowboil, what else do yeh thinks I'm doings this for!"

HP: 20
Damage: 1  

[Bittiface]

HP: 37
Damage: 7

Mot struggled to get up, the cut across his cheek stinging but otherwise benign. "That is.. sweet. But don't you think Hel can fight her own battles?"

Regardless he kept on shooting. He wasn't going to give her a chance to get close.