[PRP] [1 v 1] The world ended on a Thursday (( Uller/Mac ))

[Enoh Love]

Once Mac could get up he did, rolling onto his feet and into a crouch. Uller seemed to have flattened himself, which drew a little laugh from the Reaper's bloody mouth. He curled up and Mac, ever the opportunist, took the opportunity to try and stomp on the boil's head.

Only, he had a brief dizzy spell in between and slightly missed his mark.

Quote:

HP: 29 / 50
Damage: 2
FEAR: Swift Strikes, Battle Cry (both unused)

 

[Bronze Coffee]

Uller's head was saved, but that didn't mean his ear was. Promptly it was stomped on with a boot and it caused the Stag to let out a scream that was ringing of pure pain. Who the hell stepped on someone's ears?! His foot went out nearly automatically, hoping to aim high enough for a groin kick, but with his ear like it was, his heart wasn't in it.

Instead, the man just got up and held that ear in both of his hands with tears streaming down his face. Jack, damn it! It was ripped because of the boot heel smashing it and his head yanking at the same time.

Quote:

HP: 9 / 30
Damage: 0
Target: Mac
Effect: Groin kick?

 

[Enoh Love]

Clearly, Mac did. Ears, heads, feet, everywhere; if he could reach it, he could stomp on it. His opponent was in tears and a bloody mess, and Mac just wanted to end this now; he was tired of fighting already, and quickly remembering why he hated it. Unluckily for Uller, Mac's weakness to tears were for the female-type only, and as it were seeing this particular boil cry just ticked him off.

"Man up." He growled, lifting his boot to land one final, rather savage kick to the shorter kid's stomach.

Quote:

HP: 29 / 50
Damage: 12 (wtf mac where was this roll earlier B|
FEAR: Swift Strikes, Battle Cry (both unused)

---Saint Sergio

AHHH I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE /WRISTS

 

[Bronze Coffee]

He was done. There was no more fight int his boil and when the kick to his stomach came, Uller gave a loud groan and just rolled to the side, doubled over. He had absolutely nothing going for him in this fight. He wasn't able to get up to defend himself anymore. The kick had cracked something in him, it felt like.

The pain was excruciating and he just wished that he had passed out from it. His vision was getting blurry and black about the edges. Mac would see that he wasn't getting up again. Not for a while, still. He closed his eyes and just whimpered.

Fighting sucked.

Quote:

HP: -3 / 30
Damage: 0
Target: Mac
Effect:

Enoh Love

I think your next post can finish it up?

 

[Enoh Love]

Mac was clearly the winner. Being the nice guy he was, he had every intention of turning around and just leaving the cocky little first year there to bleed to dissipation...but something stopped him entirely. He didn't move a muscle after he settled back from his kick, watching the other boil as he lay defeated.

He thought about his options: he could just leave the boil here, he could dissipate him to make him reform in the nurse's office, or he could actually bring the snot to the nurse himself. He pondered, he him'd and haw'd, and eventually he sighed heavily, leaning down to grab the boil one more time. With a grunt and a strain on his arms he hoisted the somewhat smaller boil into the air and over his shoulder.

"If you even think of hitting me, I'm going to introduce your nose to my heel." He growled out in warning, before he started off to the nurse's office.
 

[Bronze Coffee]

When he was grabbed, he seriously thought Mac was going to do something else to him. However, it seemed they were walking. The words the other boil spoke were muffled to his bleeding ears but he just kind of went lax on the man's shoulder. He was out cold. Completely left to Mac and whatever the boil wanted to do for him. The pain made Uller fall into that unconscious state despite everything. He was a wimp when it came to pain, apparently.

All in all, Uller could say he would not pick a fight with a third year again.