[1v1] And I shall leave my Desu on | Lizzy & Mot

[Dragain]

"... Huh," She frowned, looking rather confused as she pulled the silk taut, trying to keep Mot from running away from her again, "But..." But Mac liked touching her! Especially her chest! She wasn't sure she should be telling something like that to Mot though, especially since he looked like he was about to faint at the mere thought of having to grab Hel's chest.

Then again, Mot was no Mac. It was true that he was a true gentleman. For starters, she was sure that Mot would not go around breaking hearts...

"Uh..." She paused, trying to pick her words carefully, "Have the two of you kissed yet? Or rather, have you tried to kiss her yet...? I mean, that is a rather bold move on Hel's part..." She couldn't help blushing for the ghoul.

HP: 37/40
Damage: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 32
Damage: 0

"K--..." Mot turned red as a sunburn, staring straight at Lizzy. "N-no.. we only.. happened.. a few days ago so.." The reaper stopped struggling for a moment, his arm quite snugly caught in Lizzy's web. "I haven't even thought about it yet.."

He tugged his arm again, still quite stuck.

"You don't think she's been.. waiting for me to.. oh I haven't let her down have I? Do couples do that right away?"  

[Dragain]

"Oh..." She frowned, deep in thought even as Mot struggled; she could feel his every movement through the web, leaving her to close her eyes and think, "Well... I think every couple is different...?"

Mac kissed her before they were a couple, but she had always read in books that the kissing was supposed to happen after.

"Do it when you feel that it's the right time," She concluded with a nod, opening her eyes as she tugged the silk taut, intending to cut the reaper; as much as she liked Mot and didn't want to hurt him, this was a spar and she was intending to give it her all, "Go Mot, go! And come on, don't be distracted! You'll have to grab her chest if you lose!" Hopefully that would motivate him.

HP: 37/40
Damage: 6  

[Bittiface]

HP: 26
Damage: 0

Mot stifled a cry as Lizzy's web cut into his arm. "Right!" He replied in a strangled voice.

He tried to shoot at the web to break it away.

..and missed.  

[Dragain]

Lizzy released Mot from her hold, sighed, and walked up to the reaper. Grabbing him by the collar, she shook him while pouting, "Mottttttt. Big brotherrrrrr."

HP: 37/40
Damage: 2  

[Bittiface]

HP: 24
Damage: 3

He let out a sigh and rubbed his arm, only to be grabbed by the little demoness by the collar and shook. Ow ow ow! It was so hard to see this as a spar when Lizzy was so damn cute!

Mot closed his eyes, shot at the ghoul's chest, and booked it.  

[Dragain]

"Ooof-" Before she knew what was happening, she was thrown backwards by the shot, landing a short distance away on her bottom. She blinked, seemingly in shock as she rubbed her chest and inhaled deeply, Mot's last attack knocking the air out of her. When she recovered, she pouted and crossed her arms before scrambling up, "Okay! You get back here..."

Despite her tone of voice, there was a grin on her lips as she giggle and chased after the boil, spider silk at the ready as she looped it around one of his guns and pulled.

HP: 34/40
Damage: 4  

[Bittiface]

HP: 20
Damage: 1

Mot yelped as his arm was yanked towards Lizzy, seeing that his grip was still firm on the gun that had been lasso`d by the spider ghoul. This caused him to accidentally fire the trigger, sending a stray Fear bullet in Lizzy's direction.  

[Dragain]

She jumped back, letting go of Mot's gun in surprise before pouting, crossing her arms; right, time to see if all that Fear using during the field trip had helped at all.

Concentrating her Fear, she repeated what she had done before; this time, the silk was thinner but still as strong, causing them to feel very much like fishing line or thin wires - making it more likely to cut. Using the spider silk to wrap around Mot, she pulled the silk taut, muttering 'sorry sorry sorry' under her breath.

HP: 33/40
Damage: 13  

[Bittiface]

HP: 7
Damage: 7

Mot inhaled sharply as Lizzy's wires came around him. A sense of dread, an "ohshit" moment flashed by before the wires were pulled taught, causing the reaper to cry out in pain. He gritted his teeth, his body tensing under the pressure of Lizzy's attack. The sudden and overwhelming feeling made him nauseous and dizzy.

It's not that deep, he thought to himself, even if the pain was very much there.

He hissed as he brought up both guns and open fired at the demoness.  

[Dragain]

She yelped at the hits, giving one last tug before bending over in pain, the silk dissipating the moment her concentration was broken; it was almost tiring, having to do that over and over again, which might explain why she was starting to slow down, her breathing getting heavier as she tried to close the distance between Mot and herself.

HP: 26/40
Damage: 3  

[Bittiface]

HP: 4
Damage: --

Mot cringed as the webs tugged at him one last time, sighing in relief once they dissipated. Finally, he thought. It seemed like Lizzy was not able to keep them up for the moment.

And then Lizzy began to approach him, to close the distance.

However...

 

[Dragain]

That look on Mot's face...

Lizzy heaitated briefly, suddenly unwilling to hurt the boil any further, but ended up accidentally tripping over her own feet and tackling her big brother/best friend person to the ground, in a hug. Totally coincidental.

HP: 26
Damage: 3  

[Bittiface]

HP: 1
Damage: 1

The hug of death.

Mot went down, accidentally firing off a bullet that barely grazed Lizzy, realizing that he was indeed in a battle after the fact. Shoot.  

[Dragain]

The stray shot caused Lizzy to squeak in surprise, immediately pushing herself off Mot. In the process, she might had accidentally stepped on his stomach.

Thank Jack Lizzy is small and light.

HP: 25
Damage: 6