[1 v 1] Hoedown: Battle-style (Levi/Mot)

[Bittiface]

HP: 19
Damage: 3


The kick sent Mot flying back a foot or so, landing with a loud grunt. He held his stomach where it had been made sore, unsteadily getting back to his feet.

Damn did she have a set of strong gams on her!

Regardless, they were a troublesome set of gams, and that tail of hers was making it so she didn't have to rely on them. With that in mind, Mot aired both revolvers at her tail and opened fire.  

[nekoluch]

Smarter than she would've liked. the boil took aim at her tail now and while it was typically stronger than her two legs combined, getting shot at in it still proved to be a real pain in her ..... tail end.

She took to the floor again, fighting off the tingling pins-and-needles feel in her legs and tail.

HP: 23/40
Damage: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 19
Damage: ---

And then Levi went down again.

Mot winced as the ghoul seemed to stay down for a moment. While he was happy his strategy was working, hurting a ghoul while she was down was always against his code of honor.

For now, he kept both weapons armed and ready.

He couldn't bring himself to shoot while she was down.  

[nekoluch]

She didn't get up just yet, but the ghoul hissed viciously at this show of weakness on her part.

Tail moving first, she struggled back up to a stand again. He would not get the best of her, no sir-e jack.

She wavered a hand at the boil with a nose crinkling into a snarl as if to say "come at me, bro"

HP: 23/40
Damage: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 19
Damage: 5

Levi was at least on her feet, and obviously still raring to go. Mot stiffly nodded, and tried to get his game face back on.

Mot shot a few more shots at Levi's tail once more.  

[nekoluch]

The tail; it was another few shots to her tail. On shaky limbs, she visibly shook, not allowing herself to slide back into a fall. She hissed at the impact but denied her body the right to fall.

The tail that had been targeted returned the favor with a hit to the reaper boil.

HP: 18/40
Damage: 2  

[Bittiface]

HP: 17
Damage: 9

Mot done got slapped with that thar tatzel tail!

The reaper grunted from the hit, shaking it off and ran from the ghoul. Maybe she would be slower now, and allow him some distance.

Now that he was far away, the reaper spun on his heal, aimed, and fired a volley of bullets into the tatzel.  

[nekoluch]

They weren't directly aimed at her tail this time. Levi took a rain of bullets to her body and ... as best as she could fight it... a yelp of pain struck her back down to the floor.

Her forearms resting on the FEAR shield below, her only regret was allowing her opponent to know she'd been struck. And struck hard.

Nothing bothered the tatzel more.... than being weaker than a boil. She wouldn't have felt any animosity against Mot directly given she'd asked for him to be here; to show her the strength of his guns. Levi just couldn't bare the chuckles echoed from past experiences back home.

Bloody...bruised...battered... she wouldn't stay down. Jacking hell or high water, the ghoul would show she could take the heat. She stood again. She crouched slightly, and took to the air. Eyes glazed over from the thought of being laughed at by the boils back home, she came down on Mot like an eagle ready to claw into its prey. Levi dug her heels and fingers into him with all her weight. The tail that was riddled with gunshot wounds dangled down to the floor while burning legs pushed into Mot with all she had.

HP: 9/40
Damage: 10  

[Bittiface]

HP: 8
Damage: 7

Death from above.

Mot couldn't even move, unknowing of where the tatzel would land. Eveidently, it was on him. The reaper let out a cry as he was brought down hard to the ground. He winced, trying not to make much noise as every fiber of his body stung with pain.

With a strangled noise, he brought one gun barrel right up against the ghoul's rib cage.

He fired one shot.

One deadly shot.  

[nekoluch]

She'd done one thing wrong about fighting with a gunman; getting in close enough for that real good single shot.

The real good thing about getting in that close and being on top of the boil? It was her best point of attack. She curled her fingers into claws, slashing at the cowboil viciously and without hesitation. Aagin- she wasn't focusing on Mot somehow; her mind strayed elsewhere and her only thought was to decommission the source of her tail's pain.

That tail had feelings, okay.

When she did finally realize that familiar figure underneath her, she stopped. Paused. And shuffled over only to collapse onto the ground beside Mot. ...h-how...how you doin', cowboil? Them shots... She sucked the air in hard, fighting back the urge to just sleep it off right there on the floor. ... sure are good with'em. Dang.

Some... some right fine... sharp shooting'

HP: 2/40
Damage: 9  

[Bittiface]

HP: -1
Status: Done like dinner

While his shot had nearly gotten her, he was still pinned under the ghoul and not able to fight his way out.

His arms came up defensively as Levi clawed viciously at him, shutting his eyes tightly as the pain became worse and worse. Just as soon as she had broken his Fear shield, the attacks stopped.

Like Levi, Mot had a little trouble catching his breath, panting lightly and laying where he was as Levi removed herself from him.

"Uh.. fine. H-hah.. thanks. You're a very strong fighter." It had been a very close match. Very close, and while Mot was disappointed he didn't win, he was glad he came close.  

[nekoluch]

Should think any ol' cowboil would be ... shocked at a showdown with' ya'll. Levi's breathing began to even out, finally catching up on her air intake. Done 'em a justice. Sure do gotta need ta' practice with dealin' in' guns now. As fast as she was, she just couldn't dodge a rain of bullets.

Her legs were still burning at the wounds, but with the aid of her still-mowzing-on tail, she propped herself up onto her forearms at least to check up on Mot. Can ya move 'alright?  

[Bittiface]

Well then, it seemed Levi was impressed, if nothing else. Even if Mot had a lot to prove to Hel from his last battle with her, he at least knew he measured up to Levi's expectations. That meant something for sure. "Thanks. I'll go another round with you anytime, since you say you need the practice." Unless... there were other gunslingers at school..?

Nooooo! emotion_0A0

There can only be one emotion_donotwant emotion_bigvein

Mot pushed himself up into a sitting position, giving Levi a reassuring nod. "Yep. I'm okay. I survived this a lot better than some other battles I've had. I must be getting stronger." He hoped.  

[nekoluch]

I'd reckon yer gettin' stronger, sure. More battlin' ya do... You build a sort of resilience to the pain caused in fights when you're doing it regularly.

N' I'm ready whenever ya'll are, cowboil. She paused.


Just maybe not fer today, eh?  

[Bittiface]

"Hah, definitely not today." Mot said with a short laugh. He finally got to his feet, leaning down and offering a hand to Levi. "Thank you for the dance, Princess."