[1v1] There Will Be Bloodshed (Titus v Hel)

[Lucyal]

It had been a while since she had last seen Titus. The last time she had seen the nightmare demon, she had slapped a beard onto him, and then he had been gang banged, and then he had picked her up and tried to drop her. Shun had lectured her about her consequences…and well…what was she doing now? Provoking.

On her own.

With what Halloweeners did best.

Battling.

Hel strolled along the grounds confidently, a bit of a grin pulling at her lips. Nothing made her feel better than wiping the floor with Titus, and he was in sore need of an a** whooping in her opinion. She was just the reaper to do it too. Eventually her haughty swagger led her in the path of the nightmare demon, where she stepped right in his path and pointed a finger at him.

“You! Snaggled tooth b*****d! I challenge you to a battle! You need your a** beat from that ******** stunt you pulled last time!”  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus was in his usual state of mind, a bad mood. Never not. He was in the midst of taking it out on a random first year, trying to shove an assortment of limbs into a locker when Hel decided to march all up into his business and shove a finger in his face.

"Well if it isn't the midget with a temper," He slammed the locker on the first year effectively locking them inside. As an added bonus he leaned against it ignoring the pleas for release from the inside. "For what I did last time?" He asked casually, picking at his ear in a disinterested way. "I don't know what you mean." Though the goatee he currently sported was proof enough that it happened.  

[Lucyal]

Maybe if this was Hel during her first year, she would have helped the poor sap in the locker, but at this point in time, all she cared about was getting back at Titus. Her priorities first, obviously. “Ha!” She barked out in amusement. “You know very well what I am talking about!” The reaper stared at his shaved down beard, staring hard at his goatee.

“…”

She scowled, and then smacked her palm against another locker, and leaned in closer to him, smoothing her face into a smirk. “What is the matter, Titus? Afraid I am going to go up one side of you and down the other again? Chicken?”  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus was less than impressed. His facial expression made that evidently clear. Cocky little...

"If you have any hope of reaching me you better hope those are filled with helium." He pointed at her chest so there was no doubt what he was referring to. He grinned then, his own eyebrow cocking at the reaper. "But if its a battle you want then its a battle you'll get."

The poor b*****d in the locker went ignored.  

[Lucyal]

Hel made a face, but then scoffed. “HA!” She exclaimed loudly again. “These—” She thrust her chest out, and Soul Caliber breast physics took effect, “--Are made from suffering.” She grinned widely up at him. “Not that I need helium to keep up with you, anyways.”

That being said, as soon as Titus accepted her offer, she was running like a mad woman to the gym since she couldn’t, ya know, fly.

Once at the gym, Hel wasted no time in getting ready. She grabbed the hem of her tunic top and pulled it over her head, discarding it off to the side. “All these constricting layers~” She hummed as if they were indeed bothersome, and immediately summoned her spear right afterwards.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Outwardly Titus scoffed at the idea that her breasts were made from suffering. On the inside he was burying his face in his hands at how true that statement really was. Her chest looked like it was about to burst out of that top and attack him on its own. How the hell were they so perky anyway?

JACK JACK JACK! Stop looking at her chest! Titus mentally scolded himself, tearing his eyes away to look back at her face. Not that her cheeky grin helped to improve his mood.

"Fine," He grinned, his wings flapping to take him off the ground. "See you there, Kidget. Try to keep up."

The demon zoomed toward the gym keeping his pace casual since, hell he COULD fly. When he arrived Hel wasn't far behind and he stood waiting for her to get ready when ...wait...what was she doing?

As her outer tunic hit the floor Titus suddenly looked a little flustered, running a hand through his hair as he tried to divert his attention somewhere else. How could her top get any lower and still stay up? Physics, you are a cruel mistress indeed.

"Are you ready?" He huffed.  

[Lucyal]

Go ahead Titus, rub it in that you could fly. Hel had something you didn’t to rub in and use against you. Breasts.

The reaper also went ahead and kicked off her boots, tossing them to the side to join her tunic top. She moved into a ready stance, but paused as Titus did something very unexpected. He had the decency to ask if she was ready to battle. The ghoul stared at the demon for a long while wide eyed before she cocked her hips and tilted her head up haughtily. Her hand holding her spear fisted and rested on her hip, while she brought the other up to her chin.

“Oh?” Her voice was high pitched. “My, oh my, Titus, you are quite the gentleman. It is absolutely adorable how you question if I am ready to kick your a**. The answer is yes, now let us do this!”

HP: 50/50  

[Inu-Mitsu]

That expression on her face grated on his nerves but beyond that there was a tad bit of panic welling up. Why was she still taking off her clothes? >8| This did not make Titus pleased.

"We'll have to see about that." Taking in a deep breath he gave his best cocky grin in return giving the reaper the one finger salute. "Let's get this party started then."

And in a flash of black wings, black hair, black horns and well....black.... Titus lunged at Hel throwing a punch to nail her in that smug little face.

HP: 40
Damage: 4  

[Lucyal]

Hel squinted, and no, not at the bird he was flashing her. Was he…trying to give her bedroom eyes? She…couldn’t tell…but one thing was for sure…she’d show him a better set of bedroom eyes.

Oh…after he came at her, though.

The reaper let out a small grunt as the taller boil barreled into her, knocking her off of her feet. A hand snapped up to catch his fist before it could hit her face, but she fell onto the ground regardless. The reaper rolled and tried to push him back from her, giving him a grin of her own. “Not bad, Snaggletooth, not bad~” She cooed, and twirled her spear. Instead of striking him though, she jammed it blade down into the ground, and then hooked a finger into her bloomer bottoms. She slid those off, and then flung them at the nightmare demon.

The reaper cocked her hips again, and rested a hand on one side, and pulled up a bit of her tunic top with the other. “I look good in red, ya?”

HP: 46/50
DMG: 6

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

To say he didn't see that coming was an understatement. This whole situation had gone from a battle to a strip tease. What made it worse was the reaper had flung her bloomers at him and Titus' horns unfortunately made a very good hanger. The bottoms dangled off his head and over the horn on his right side keeping one of the legs over his face.

Inwardly all the world's nopes compiled together into this one moment and Titus found his subconscious retreating to safety somewhere in the very back of his mind, closing the door and freaking out like a boss. It didn't look like his mind was going to catch a break either as Hel lifted her tunic and brought attention to the bright red....panties? Swim Suit? underneath. At least outwardly Titus maintained a brimming expression of confidence.



Okay maybe he was just stuck frozen in place staring forward dumbly hoping he was in an odd dream. Oh wait...he didn't sleep. Jack damn it all.

HP: 34 mental damage.
Damage: Titus is too stunned to attack...really.  

[Lucyal]

“Aww, what is the matter, Snaggletooth?” Hel cooed to the demon, smoothing out the bottom of her tunic and cocking her hand under her chin again. Soul Caliber breast physics took effect again, even at this small amount of movement. “You do not look so hot…” She paused.

“By the way, that beard makes it look like buried your face in a poof.”

HP: 46/50
DMG: 1