[1v1]Wherein Herryk Gets His a** Beat... Again (HelxHerryk)

[bipolar bee]

Lucyal

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An hour and a half after mashing his big fingers against the smallish screen of his phone, Herryk gave up and hit 'send'. Hopefully the two words that stood out would make sense to Hel and she would make her way to the gym so that they could spar like they'd talked about on Groanspring. Herryk was excited to fight Hel, and yet apprehensive -- if he hurt her too badly, Freya would be upset. If he held back, Hel would be upset.

It was a bad situation to be in.  

[Lucyal]

Hel stared at Herryk’s hard work for no more than five minutes before deciding that the other words didn’t matter because she saw GYM and SPAR. That was all she needed to know! With a grin, the reaper pulled on her gauntlet and greaves and made her way to the gym.

Upon arrival, she gave the draugr an energetic wave. “Greetings, friend!” Hel called out, coming to stand in front of the boil, placing her hands on her hips. “How goes it?”  

[bipolar bee]

"HEL!"

Herryk beamed happily at the valkyrie that stood before him. He was pleased to see that she'd arrived despite his horrible attempt at texting.

"How is Hel? Herryk is very good." The smile on his face grew even larger.

"What is this that Herryk hears about Hel and Mot?"  

[Lucyal]

Hel beamed back at Herryk as he boomed her name, and then grinned.

“I am fairing well enough, all things considered.” The reaper returned. “I am pleased to hear that you are well.” At the draugr’s next question, Hel blinked, tilting her head. She was pretty sure she knew what he meant by that…but she didn’t feel like telling him outright yet. Brat Hel was a brat, after all. “Hmmm? What are you hearing about Mot and I, friend?” As she asked, the ghoul held out her hand, and summoned her spear.  

[bipolar bee]

Herryk chuckled. Hel was being a little sassy, just like her sister usually was, and it pleased Herryk to see Hel in such fine form.

Clenching both of his hands into fists, Herryk splayed his feet in a wide stance. He was almost hoping that she beat him soundly, if only so that Freya didn't get mad at him for beating on her baby sister.

"Herryk heard that Mot and Hel are," he waved a fist broadly, "dating?"  

[bipolar bee]

HP: 30/30
DMG: ~  

[bipolar bee]

While Herryk waited for Hel's answer, the draugr took a few paces back as he tried to find a weak spot in Hel's defense. He made a few feints to either side, bobbing his fists as he went through the motions in his head. Herryk looked incredibly intense about this whole thing, though he never did move forward and attack.

"Well? Hel? Is little sister dating Mot?" He grinned.

HP: 30/30
DMG: Miss.  

[Lucyal]

pinchmonster

Geeze, everyone was so nosey!

Hel blinked as Herryk made a few feints, but did not strike her. The ghoul twirled her spear, and then lunged at the draugr, just barely clipping with the blade. “And where is Herryk hearing these things from?” Hel asked innocently. Apparently she still liked being a brat at a moment. Nothing like some good banter during a spar!

HP: 40/40
Damage: 1  

[bipolar bee]

Lucyal

Herryk rubbed where the blade had struck, narrowing his eyes slightly though the smile never left his face. He knew that Hel, like her sister, would not appreciate it if he took it easy on her, and so Herryk would not.

The draugr grunted and lashed out with a foot. The hit glanced harmlessly off of Hel's thigh, and only then did Herryk answer her question.

"Herryk has heard from a few ghouls that Mot and Hel are dating."

HP: 29/30
DMG: 2  

[Lucyal]

pinchmonster

Hel chuckled, because that kick may have tickled.

The reaper pulled back her spear, and with some power in behind it, swung it at the draugr, grinning widely now. Aww yeah, that was a good hit! Herryk may have towered over her, but she wasn’t Year Two for no reason! Hel followed through with her swing, a brow rising curiously. “Is that so?” She echoed. “Are they reliable ghouls?” Still playing the ‘oh really’ game apparently.

HP: 38/40
Damage: 8  

[bipolar bee]

Lucyal

Herryk almost took the blow like a champ. He staggered back with a grunt, eyes narrowing viciously as he fought to keep himself from falling flat on his a**. For being such a small ghoul, Hel could pack quite a punch. That thought brought a slight grin to his lips -- it was good to know that if Hel ever needed to, she could defend herself.

"Reliable enough," Herryk snorted, rocking back on his heels as he took a moment to recuperate. "Does Mot treat Hel nicely?" A silly question. Herryk doubted that Hel would hesitate to sock Mot in the nose if he was being a stupid boil.

HP: 21/30
DMG: 0  

[Lucyal]

pinchmonster

Herryk wouldn’t be allowed a moment to recuperate from Hel, for as soon as he rocked back on his heels to steady himself, she was right there.

Her knee was outstretched as she lunged at him, and nailed the draugr right in the gut. The ghoul then leapt back, flapping her wings to put some distance between her and him, especially out of reach of his arms. While he may have been Year One, she wasn’t overconfident enough to know she could be in some serious trouble if she got caught by him. At Herryk’s question though…well…it was kinda funny, because Hel kind of got that (dare I say dreamy) smile on her face. “Always.” She replied.

HP: 38/40
Damage: 5  

[bipolar bee]

Hel might be small, but she was mighty. Herryk couldn't help but admire the ghoul a few breathless moments after she struck him. The mountainous boil faltered slightly, taking a stretch of time to regroup himself.

"Herryk is glad," he wheezed before lashing out once again with a foot. It didn't seem right to strike a ghoul with his hands.

Feet were different.

Or something.

HP: 16/30
DMG: ._____. 1 shiny point

Lucyal

 

[Lucyal]

Aww poor Herryk. Out of breathe already?

“Herryk, is my sister wearing you out?” Hel questioned, “We have only just begun, and you look like you have run a marathon!” Oh that Hel and her taunting. As the draugr lashed out with his foot, the valkyrie thrust out her forearms to knock it to the side, and immediately twirled her spear to knock the blunt end of it right into his gut.

HP: 37/40
Damage: 4

pinchmonster