[1v1] - Hard Lessons - Amrita/Zac

[endejester]

Haunted house was a strange duty in his mind, the whole building seemed to have a mind of its own, and a sort of eerie life that made him expect the walls to be breathing.
After going on that mission with Ever, he was trying not to be –too- anxious, after all, that hadn’t been too awful, but at the same time Peyton and Ever had both been there, that might have helped for all he knew.

He swung his weapon, trying to mix its use into the steps of the Haka to make himself feel a little more sure of himself. The chant helped if nothing else did, but as soon as he was done a door creaked deeper in the house, he had the awful feeling that he’d better check it out.


“Bollox.” He cursed softly, before moving inward towards the sound.

“Oye, if you’re one of the beasties and hobgoblins, I’ll thank you to go back where you came from, aye?”

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Stress had ran high in the wake of Remi's disappearance, and she needed an outlet. A bloody, violent outlet. So she had quite literally shed her skin and headed to the Haunted House. Thus, it drifted through the hallways, roaming endlessly in an attempt to find something, anything to hit.

The voice that told her to go home was laughable at best, and the creature announced its amusement without a second thought:

"You're the one who should go back." It warned, the voice dual-toned and bordering on androgynous. "This is Halloween territory."

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He’d never really believed in the idea that the hairs on the back of a neck could stand on end because of unease before, but now he did. There was a feeling like electricity that lingered between his shoulder blades as though he could feel the weight of an unknown gaze, a fist in the pit of his stomach and he hissed air through his teeth trying to maintain a masquerade of bravery at that eerie voice.

Sometimes, if you pretended hard enough, you started to believe.

“Seems like a Dead man’s Zone to me if you ask…” He offered back, referring to the ground between two sides of a war, a sort of deadly ‘grey’ area that was guarded fiercely by each side. “No Man’s land.” He added, as the ill-advised connotations of the first name for it sank to join the stone in his belly.

“As such…. I’m doing my duty, keeping you out of our side, go back to your proper place and we won’t either of us have to risk bleeding tonight.” He offered. It was as close to peace as he was willing to broker.

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[Enoh Love]

"You have no right to be here, Hunter." It growled, clearly uncaring for the rules of war - as far as Amrita was concerned, this place had always been Halloween. It was ever-changing, and just...fit. It was the Hunters who came back to try and claim it, and nothing more. Still, she recognized that she had gotten what she wished: something to hit.

"I would love to see you try, little boil." The creature chuckled; a strange, hissing noise that whistled through the unmoving vents that made up its mouth.

"Oh, I won't be the one bleeding." The words came out as ominously as intended, as the grey figure with glowing blue eyes stood up a little straighter, raising one long, disjointed claw.  

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Atarangi o te tupuna aha koutou i te reinga? Ihu Karaiti ... o Ihu Karaiti !!

Whatever he exclaimed in, it wasn't english anymore. He swung his weapon up between them, aiming it towards the unearthly creature that he now faced, prepared for battle.

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"Ko koe definatly e kore te momo whakairo raruraru o te taniwha i faaruru matou i te aroaro o. <******** te reinga e kitea he aha ahau i tetahi rite tupua rite a koutou, ina ahau e kore tetahi hoki ake ?"

He struck out with his spear, his heart hammering behind his ribs and his mouth feeling thick and dry with what he'd have to admit was fear.

Dmg: 2
HP: 40?  

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"You're clearly defective." The creature laughed, cruelly. Of course she didn't understand what was being said, though she did figure out one word out of all of it, and it was a curse. Whatever he was spewing at her, it wasn't good. "They should have left you to die!" It growled, barely feeling the spear strike, but reaching out to slam its claws into the side of his arm, the one that still held the weapon.


HP: 58/60
Damage: 6  

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His cry of pain was cut short with apparent practice, there was sweat beading on his brow from the effort though, it clearly hurt and his arm was bleeding and he now held it more carefully, more curses if the tone was to be believed.
“E koe ake toku tattoo, kurī uwha!”

“I’m not the one who forgot how to attach its hands!” He snapped back, and made a face at her, he stuck his tongue out with a loud “HA!” Stomping as he struck out. Slamming the spear into ‘it’, aiming for the joint between shoulder and chest. Two could play the game of trying to disable their opponent.

"Ka meinga e ahau o koutou haea tetahi atu wahi o toku Ta moko, koutou kouru!”


HP: 34
Dmg: 6

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More gibberish. Really, where was the fun in that?

"...'Forgot' hmm?" The air around the creature seemed to change, the glowing blue of the vents brightening as if it were grinning, even as the spear embedded itself into the grey thing's shoulder. The 'broken' hand shot out, quite on its own, and clasped around the Hunter's neck, squeezing just tight enough to restrict his air supply.

"You rude filthy waste of flesh." It hissed out low and rumbling, clearly disappointed with the way things were going so far. "You don't want to die misunderstood, do you?" The creature taunted as it leaned in, casually dragging its claws against the dark skin of his throat. Suddenly, the rumbling stopped and the growling ceased. The next few words were spoken sweetly, in an almost loving whisper:

"You should have run while you had the chance." Its free hand shot out, sinking every claw on its hand into the flesh of his stomach, tearing through fabric and flesh to embed, however briefly, into the much softer muscle and tissue.

HP: 52/60
Damage: 14  

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One hand reached up desperately to clasp at the disembodied hand that closed around his throat, constricting his air to the point where points of blackness danced at the corners of his vision, interspersed with shocks of white as he desperately sucked for air, the light spray of spittle making more an impact on the grip than his fingernails did.

He tried desperately to jam the spear into the beast again, but the strength of his would be thrust was cut short by the wave of shock and pain that washed the world away in shades of white and red. It was a near miss.

Even he couldn’t suppress the half breathless, air-wasting scream as sharp fingers tore through sash, coat, shirt and skin to find more tender and far too close to vital muscle and such beneath, deep enough that he worried that the hot rush of blood might be coupled with a vital coil of parts of himself that would be ill served by exposure to the world beyond the confines of his abdomen.

It was all that he could do not to drop Remiel, though he very nearly did, the long weighted spear hanging precariously from pain-numbed fingers. <********.” He hissed desperately.

Let her understand –that-, never mind that Remiel was screaming in the back of his mind trying he assumed to tell him to pull it together.

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HP: 20
DMG: Nada  

[Enoh Love]

"Ahh..." The creature keened out in 'surprised' delight as the Hunter's warm, red blood began to drip down her fingers and wrist, sliding in the space between wrist and forearm to begin the ever-so-small puddle of blood on the floor between them. "There we go, now that is more like it." The blood, of course. His language was still quite not up to par - which was something she tsked at, shaking her head slowly. As always, her features never moved - it was a still mask, just glowing away.

"Now, now." The creature chided, the tone still sickeningly maternal, even as she ripped her hand from his abdomen, to tap a sharp, bloody claw against his nose. "Is that any way to speak to a lady?" Not that it was a lady by any means; gender in this form was a giant question mark.


HP: 52/60
Damage: 1

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Rolling.  

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The sensation of the claws pulling free of the bloodied wounds was nauseating, a light suction formed between blood and flesh that drew at the claws He had to abuse his weapon as a crutch to stay on his feet when she released, at least till he got better control of his shaking knees. The pain throbbed in time with his heartbeat, something he didn’t quite realize at first because he was so focused on not folding in half and making himself more vulnerable yet, but once realized the association was hard to ignore.

His reaction to the finger tapping a small bloody mark to the end of his nose was far more a reaction than a plan. He swatted at her with the haft of the spear, a glancing blow with the pole more than the blade that cracked across the creatures disjointed puppet like knuckles.

What she said though, any way to speak to a –LADY-? Was this… this creature of masks and eerie glow intended to be a LADY?

His breath was ragged when he spat out something half akin to civility with what air he could draw through his constricted throat.

“So sorry Shelia, I get a mite rude when ladies get Grabby.”

HP: 19
DMG: 2

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[Enoh Love]

The swat was cute, and the creature laughed it off with that same horrible, rasping laugh it had uttered earlier.

Amrita, she almost said. It almost slipped from her mouth. It was a near-automatic reaction to correct someone who had gotten her name wrong, and he almost - almost - made her out herself. Almost. s**t. s**t, s**t s**t.

"No wonder you're so charming, then." She growled out, angrier than it had been a moment a moment ago. How dare he. How dare he!

Claws squeezed on his throat for a moment before the creature shifted, swinging one leg to knock his out from under him, to make throwing him to the ground so much easier than it would have been a moment ago. The same foot that had knocked him off balance came down again, this time to slam down on his wrist, pressing down as hard as it could.

"I bet no one will miss you." The claws on her foot shifted, poking against his dark skin.

HP: 50/60
Damage: 9

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If had had further ‘witty’ comment it was choked off with the squeeze of her hand, rendered into an incomprehensible choke and gasp as he tried desperately to pry the clasping hand loose with a free hand, then both hands, instinct took over and he’d let his weapon fall, though it did him little good. Blood pounded in his ears, his chest ached, hungry for air and then he was swept off his feet and slammed into the ground knocking free what reserves of air he had in an explosive rush.

Training meant he swept a desperate hand out to try and catch himself as he fell, but it just made him a target. A foot crushed down painfully, claws digging in to free new crimson rivulets to stain the floor

He lashed out with a foot, slamming the heel of one sneaker into what he guessed was an ankle, a little better than a glancing blow but hopefully enough at least, to suck a little air into his lungs.

Would anyone miss him? Probably, at least…they’d wonder why he didn’t return from his shift in the house…

Maybe…

Or maybe this wasn’t wholly uncommon; maybe they lost a LOT of people to monsters like this in the guts of the house.

“Ta…talking from exp…experience?” He managed though he regretted it all the same, too starved for air, too damaged, and here he was being antagonistic.

HP: 10
Damage: 3

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