[Battle PRP] [1 vs 1 ] Crash into Me [ Ofie vs Mort ] FIN!

[medigel]

Mort wanted to show this Hunter a piece of his mind: quite literally. Gasping as he groped at the new wound on his chest, the zomboil staggered backwards and growled once again. Concentrate, Mort, concentrate! He began gathering his FEAR, but no matter how hard he tried it failed to solidify into a solid lightning bolt - his cranial top wouldn't even lift!

No, instead Mort felt the discharge go through his body - an abnormality given his FEAR class, but then this whole room was abnormal . . .

[ HP: 25
Damage: 3 to self (Failed Tainted Fang = 1 dmg for 3 rounds) ]  

[Rown]

"Were ya tryin' ta hit me? Or sommin'? How 'bout Ah show ya what it means ta use FEAR." Ofelia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let Rue do the rest. Her knuckledusters blazed with a bright glow and the trainee hunter took two steps forward. She swung both arms back and let her momentum do the rest, the force of her blow hard enough that her fingers somewhat smarted.

At the very least this hit put them back on even ground, and Ofelia was not going to go down without a fight. This stupid freak was not going to take her down, not before she'd had fer fill of his screams.

damage dealt 11 pts
health 16/40  

[medigel]

Ow ow ow ow owowowowowowowow -

- was that something cracking? Yeah, something probably cracked. Thankfully the undead didn't have to breathe, or he'd probably really be in trouble. Nonetheless, the wounds were starting to wear on him, and he was a bit bent over by the time he managed to straighten himself back up.

Only now, rather than a hard glint in his eyes, there was something more along the lines of . . . hungry. The more damage he took, the more Mortimer began to think of what would make him feel better, which meant the one thing he often denied himself: brains.

Did the Hunter have any? He didn't know.

Only one way to find out.

"Graaaaaaah!" he cried out, launching himself at her rather stupidly to claw at her chest. Sure, there weren't brains there - but other organs rested within.

[HP: 14
Damage: 6 ]  

[Rown]

Was that thing coming for her breasts?! What the freakin' hell?! Ofelia kicked the creature away with her foot, not even bothering to strike at it. If she could at least keep it away from her at a foots length then she had a chance of making it out of her. Her shield was two-thirds down and this thing was still coming at her.

Ofelia wasn't going to let go though, she was going to stay on her feet and tear into it until the freak dropped dead. Let him roar and scream, she'd win this battle.

damage dealt 3 pts
health 10/40  

[medigel]

A kick wasn't going to keep him from what he wanted, no sir. Pushed a foot back, but recovering several in another forced leap, the zomboil awkwardly continued his offense: all hands and random sparks of electricity, and even teeth if he could get at her skin.

It was like a very, very bad date gone bad.

[ HP: 11
Damage: 4 ]  

[Rown]

"Gerrof ma ye freak!" Ofelia wasn't going to let this keep sliding, she was getting tired of being gnawed at. Her nerves were frayed at both ends and she was tired, almost to a state of panic. Rue was silent in her head, orgasmic with the FEAR she'd gotten to taste, so everything from here out was the teen's own ability.

She kicked the zombie away and then struck at it with her fist, refusing to back down. She was not going to let this freak get to her, not now not ever.

damage dealt 6 pts
health 6/40  

[medigel]

All Ofelia got in response was a sort of muffled, dark chuckle as he rode out her barrage of attacks and latched on.

Brains so close. So very close.

Death Grip was such a b***h sometimes, really.

[ HP: 5
Damage: 0 ]  

[Rown]

It wasn't going to let go, she couldn't kick it off, and so Ofelia did the only thing she could think of - she pulled her hand back and punched it into the back of the creature's head as hard as she could.

Hopefully she'd drive the damn thing into the ground and get it off her, and perhaps even break something that would end this fight. Ofelia was done, so very much done, and she was ready ready ready to win.

damage dealt 7 pts
health 6/40  

[medigel]

A good, solid hit there. He definitely heard something cave in as a result. The world was beginning to spin and, given the skewed dopplegangers surrounding them, Mort felt more than a little nauseous. Still didn't beat out the pain though.

Sadly, his brain couldn't seem to register that letting go was a good idea, instead his cold arms trying to constrict themselves about the Hunter's neck like slow, sluggish, purple snakes. Maybe if he could just cut off her airway . . .

[ HP: -2
Damage: NOPE ]  

[Rown]

That hit must have broken its brain because it wasn't letting go...or was this the grip of a dying creature? Either way Ofelia growled and punch at the stupid thing again, this time using her left arm (she was stronger with her list), punching it in the back of the head again. It was going to let her go.

She was not going to be held here when it was so clearly her victory.

Ofelia was going to go back and tell everyone that she'd come out on top.

She was going to kill this thing.

damage dealt 8 pts
health 6/40  

[medigel]

CRUNCH.

Yeah. That was his skull. He could actually feel his body go limp, the numbness creeping up his spine - she'd probably crushed his brain stem. He knew this feeling within seconds: death once again for the undead. Stupid, stupid Mort.

Things were starting to go darker and darker, and his jaw seemed as steel to move, and yet Mort managed to mumble one last thing to his successful opponent: "Welcome t-to . . . Halloween . . . cannot die . . ."

The latter portion became a husky whisper in his final moments. In seconds his body tensed into a quick rigor mortis before he dissipated like a small shower over the Hunter.

[ HP: -10 lololol ded ]  

[Rown]

She hurt, oh god she hurt, and even with her FEAR shield still shaking and intact she needed to get away. The creature, she'd destroyed it. The freak had crumbled into dust before spouting off some bullshit about 'never dying', and her hands were still shaking from the impact as she turned to get her shoes back on her feet. There was some shards in her toes, they stung, but it was nothing compared to the pain she felt all over.

Ofelia had faced down one of those freaks, one of those creatures, and had beaten it into a pulp. It had nearly gotten her, but she was victorious.

Well done, hick. Well done, well done. That wasn't actual praise coming from Rue, her words dripping with sarcasm, and Ofelia slid her flip-flops back on before she started to limp towards the door. There had to be a way out, right? Next time try not to get your a** handed to you so badly, or at least let me taste more decent FEAR. You ******** sucked.

"Ah still won, so gerrof mah back." Who was she going to brag to about this, and would anyone care? Either way she counted it as something awesome and would dream happy dreams that evening....maybe.

FIN