[1 vs 1] Let it Out (Hel vs Mot)

[Lucyal]

Hel let out a growl as Mot disappeared, her head whipping around to try and find him. She didn’t find him in time, and in fact only figured out his location as he struck her again. The reaper whipped around rather quickly, and out of frustration, chucked her spear in the reaper’s direction.

It spun through the air quickly, nearly all of her power behind it.

HP: 12/40
DMG: 9  

[Bittiface]

HP: 18
DMG:

Mot was b***h smacked by a flying spear, a pained yelp escaping his throat before sending him to the ground. He tried to will himself to recover fast so he could strike again, but found himself shuddering as he tried to stand, a wave of disorientation making his head feel much too light.  

[Lucyal]

Hel’s spear clattered noisily on the ground once more, and the reaper was breathing heavily after that exertion.

Good, she stunned him! The ghoul gathered her breath, dismissing her spear and re-summoning it once more. With it back in her hands, she dashed after the grim reaper.

HP: 12/40
DMG: 0  

[Bittiface]

Mot blinked away stars and tried to compose himself quicker as Hel's quick footwork was bringing her closer again. The reaper waited patiently, eyeing the ghoul from under his bangs before lunging forward. He slid to the floor just before her and swept his leg right from under her, before sprinting away.

HP: 18
DMG: 2  

[Lucyal]

Mot was coming at her again…

Yeah, she should definitely be wary when he did that. As Mot slid and swept at her legs, Hel stumbled. While she didn’t go down completely, it was enough of a distraction to get her off his tail…just for now. Before he got away though, she took a clumsy swipe at him with her weapon.

HP: 10/40
DMG: 4  

[Bittiface]

HP: 14
DMG: 3

Mot bit back a yelp as he felt a blade to his back, turning on his heel to keep his eyes on the enemy.

Eyes and bullets, all on Hel.  

[Lucyal]

Hel winced once again as more bullets came her way, but regardless, eyes on the prize.

She chased after the cowboil, gritting her teeth. The reaper took another swing at him with her spear, satisfied with feeling it connect once more. Things were getting a bit desperate it seemed.

HP: 7/40
DMG: 6  

[Bittiface]

Mot was starting to feel a sense of dread and panic well up in his stomach each time Hel's spear came at him. The anxiety of waiting for the hit.

The grim grit his teeth to hold back from making a sound.

He aimed his weapon and fired again, yet...

HP: 8
DMG: MISS  

[Lucyal]

Logically…was it possibly to dodge bullets?

Hel wasn’t sure so. She would agree with the idea that the shooter probably had poor aim over the fact that someone could actually dodge a bullet. Caught up in this thought, Hel tripped, and heard the whizzing of Mot’s bullet fly by her ear.

When then.

HP: 7/40
DMG: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 8
DMG: 6

Wow, she dodged a bullet! Mot was impressed!
O///u///O <3
Outside, he still had his game face on.

The reaper took the opening and loaded his weapons while approaching her, then open firing at the ghoul.  

[Lucyal]

More like she tripped, but whatever.

Look at Mot go! Shooting her while she’s down! It’s okay; she would have lanced him if the positions were reversed as well. Hel let out a cry as he shot at her from above, and her FEAR shield felt on the verge of collapsing. Jack damn it. In a bit of a desperation, the valkyrie quickly rolled to her feet, and just throwing caution to the wind, closed the distance quickly between herself and Mot once more, leaving her spear behind as she made a fist and clocked him right in the gut.

HP: 1/40
DMG: 6  

[Bittiface]

HP: 2
DMG: 7

The punch o the gut really had Mot seeing stars. A muffled grunt was heard from the tall boil, but not much time was left for Hel to do much else about him.

One gun was dismissed as Mot grabbed her shoulder while she was still right in front of him to hold her in place. The remaining weapon was jabbed right into Hel's ribcage, the trigger pulled soon after.  

[Lucyal]

Hel was readying another fist to come at him again, but no such luck.

She was halted by the feeling of his hand firmly on her shoulder, and it was when she felt the metal pressed painfully against her ribcage that she had a bad inkling. Her eyes went wide. Click. A sound didn’t even leave her lips as her eyes rolled back and she crumpled against the grim reaper. Out.

Her spear dissipated from where it rested, the FEAR particles fading away into the air.

HP: -6  

[Bittiface]

Mot dismissed his weapon as soon as he felt Hel's weight press against him. He wrapped his arms around the ghoul, accessing if she was awake or not. It became clear after maneuvering to see her face that she was definitely out.
Mot should be proud. He rarely won a fight. Still, this was his ghoulfriend, after all. Despite the fact she was a rough houser, he didn't like treating her this way.

Hopefully, she'd managed to fight out her frustrations anyway.

The grim reaper hooked an arm under Hel's knees and cradled her up into his arms, carrying her out of the gym Princess style.

((Victor is Mot))