[1v1] USS Birthday Dream -- West x Herryk

[bipolar bee]

Herryk wanted to get better. He wanted to get better really bad. With a loud grunt Herryk leapt at West. If he'd had his boots on, it was entirely possible that the tread on his boots would have gripped the floor, but being barefoot Herryk just kind of... landed and kept on sliding.

He crashed into the wall in a heap, slowly dragging himself into a standing position before staring piteously at West.

"Herryk is off of his game today." Understatement of the century.

HP: 15
Damage: 0  

[Smerdle]

A wall slam. The perfect opportunity for West to call on his FEAR.

He did.

It was not a success.

The demon made a sound which might have best been described as a grunting urp as his fist went all glowy then immediately spazzed that glow into his chest. It seemed everyone was off their game today.

HP: 28
Damage: Failed Y1 GC: 0 to Herryk, 6 to West  

[bipolar bee]

Herryk's head tilted slightly to the side as he watched West's fist started to glow. He winced, half-expecting that fist to smash into his face. There was a long silence as Herryk waited for that blow that would probably have him waking up in his dorm (like all of the other spars he'd had) with a headache and various aches and pains.

When nothing happened, Herryk opened one single eye to peer at West. The demon was just standing there.

Herryk moved closer to West, slamming his bare heel down on the demon's toes.

HP: 15
Damage: 3  

[Smerdle]

He supposed he had that one coming. Raising an eyebrow as if to say, well played, giant boil, West swung his fist as hard as he could into Herryk's chest. He backed up, lifting his own foot off of the floor and pressing his toes back down again, trying to determine if any of them were hurt badly. Nah.

"Y'took advantage easy 'nuff there," he said with a condescending smirk. "That ghoul'a yours'll have all th'protection she needs with yer foot stompin'."

HP: 25
Damage: 7  

[bipolar bee]

Herryk flew back at West's punch to his chest, his feet flying up as his upper body slammed into the floor of the gym. It was obvious that the draugr was growing weaker. He didn't even attempt a real attack at this point -- the meager amount of damage he caused was by his foot glancing off of West's chin.

A frustrated sound rumbled around in Herryk's chest as he staggered back to his feet.

"West is very strong. It is admirable to Herryk."

HP: 8
Damage: 1  

[Smerdle]

West rubbed at his chin where the other boil's foot nicked it, then watched as Herryk got up. Again. Damn persistent kids. His grin didn't fade, but for a moment it reached his eyes. He knew he would have done the same. The demon darted forward, landing a punch to Herryk's side.

"An' you keep comin' back fer more. I dunno if that's admirable'r not." Nope. The smile was back to condescending.

HP: 24
Damage: 4  

[bipolar bee]

"It is more admirable than giving up," was all Herryk said before he sent his fist into West's face. It was a weakened attack, slow and more than slightly aimless. This was probably a good thing because there was undoubtedly someone who would be very upset at Herryk if he had managed to land a solid hit onto West's pretty face.

As it was, the attack glanced off of West's cheek.

HP: 4
Damage: 2  

[Smerdle]

The demon tilted his head back, trying to minimize the damage done by Herryk's fist. He brought a hand up to his jaw once the punch had connected and rubbed at it for a second, then swung his own at Herryk's arm with as much force behind it as he could muster. It was less than he could normally muster, and that fact made him sad.

HP: 22
Damage: 4  

[bipolar bee]

The draugr was displeased. Not with West or West's condescending words, not with the way that West had soundly whipped Herryk's a** -- no, Herryk was most upset with himself.

"Herryk admits defeat," he said in the saddest voice of all time. How would Herryk protect his Freya if he could not even win a spar? He wouldn't be able to.

He wouldn't be able to save her, and that terrified Herryk.

"West is very strong. Herryk could learn much from him." Herryk offered a weak smile. "Herryk demands a rematch. Herryk wants to learn everything that West can show him."

Blue eyes narrowed. "Does West agree?"

HP: 0
Damage: Herryk is not attacking.  

[Smerdle]

West crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the dejected boil. It was kind of sad to see a well-meaning kid so down, but he'd totally asked for it. "Yeah, sure Herryk," West replied. "After y'practice some more we can have a rematch." It felt strange to be told he was strong or that he had any skills others could learn considering how often he got his a** handed to him. "It jus', uh, takes time." He was also no good at consolation.

"Hey, ya still want that picture? For yer flyer?"  

[bipolar bee]

Herryk stood to his full height and crossed his arms across his chest. His expression brightened when West asked if he still wanted the picture for his flyer. Of course he did! West was certainly being nice by asking Herryk, and Herryk nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Herryk would want anything to help make his flyer more attractive. Herryk wants all of the spars and so he must do whatever he can to draw others to the gym."

Herryk shuffled closer.

"What does West have in mind? Herryk has no camera."

Smerdle

 

[Smerdle]

"Heh. Well, I can take it on my eyePhone," he said, rifling through his pocket while keeping his attention on the larger boil. "An' I can send it t'you. You do 'ave a computer, right?" The demon was admittedly technologically backward, but even he had a laptop.

West backed up several steps and held his phone out in front of him, finger poised over the screen.

Say skeeze!

pinchmonster

 

[bipolar bee]

Herryk did his best fight-pose. Paired with his best fight-face, Herryk thrust a fist towards the camera. Once he heard the click, Herryk slipped over to take a look at the screen.

Oh, it looked good.

Herryk clapped West on the shoulder (maybe a bit roughly in his excitement, though he was just trying to be a bro) and nodded. A huge smile was stretching his lips from ear to ear.

"Yes! Herryk has skree-mail." He quickly recited the address, waiting for confirmation that the picture had been sent.

Smerdle

ilu sorry for delay ILU

 

[Smerdle]

West stumbled forward under the force of Herryk's enthusiastic slap, his momentary scowl lost as he concentrated on keeping his balance. He clumsily tapped the undead boil's skree-mail address into his phone and waited for the upload bar to scoot across the screen, nodding when it had gone through.

"There. Ev'vyone'll run screamin' from y'now."

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He took a couple of steps toward the exit, then turned around and continued walking backwards toward the door. "Good luck with that," he chuckled.