[ 1 v 1 ] Shadow Fiend (Ian & Shun)

[kuropeco]

He didn't know what he was doing here.

After everything that had happened here, everything that he'd been told about the damn place, everything that he had gone through - he was back here, moving quietly throughout the darkened hallways with his knife drawn, Ian idly twisting it between the fingers of his left hand.

He should have felt bad for being here; he should have felt nauseated by the very idea of returning to the place where Nevada had died, where that thing had ripped her apart, but instead.

Instead he felt nothing, nothing at all.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun closed his eye and let out a soft sigh when he opened a door only to walk right into the damn Haunted House. This place really enjoyed to draw him in for some reason. While yes, in the past, he had sought it out purposefully, that wasn't the case all the time. Lately it'd just suddenly spring up around him. It was annoying.

As always, he was on high alert once he realized where he was. Daggers were in hand and he listened and watched his surroundings for signs of life. The other thing the house liked to do was bring hunters to him.  

[Blade Kuroda]

When he didn't detect anyone around in the immediate area, Shun began to prowl about. If for some reason there wasn't a hunter here, he still needed to find an exit. He made his way through the hall, then rounded a corner to see if he could spot anything noteworthy. Sure enough, the first thing he saw once he turned was the white coat of a hunter, complete with clouds adorning the bottom.

This was one he hadn't seen before. It mattered little to him. Crouching down, he began to approach as quietly as he could. Then, once he was closer, the reaper lunged to attack. With his left blade, he slashed towards the man's back, which was followed up with a stab from the right, aiming between the hunter's shoulderblades.

HP: 60
Damage: 12
Signet of Shadows Charge: 1
Fears: t3 SS | t2 Eye | t2 BC | t1 SS  

[kuropeco]

Naomi's warning came a little too late.

{ LOOK OUT! }

The flash of someone moving, a sudden noise, and then something was buried between into his back. A sharp shout of pain escaped Ian's throat, a hiss of agony, and he fell forward onto his knees, gasping in pain; a movement made him roll sideways, Ian's own dagger drawn, and he lunged towards the creature with a snarl, aiming for one if its legs.

"Get away from me, whatever you are," he snapped.


[ HP: 38 / 50
DMG: 6 ]  

[Blade Kuroda]

This hunter had a dagger too, though only one. The blade caught Shun in the right leg and a hiss of pain soon escaped him.

"I think not," he uttered lowly, not backing away from either the hunter's words or his attack. He kept in close, wanting to keep a pressure on him if possible. Perhaps he could cause the hunter to panic. He would receive no FEAR from him, but perhaps it would lead him to make more mistakes.

And in turn, making it easier for him to deal with the vermin. Coming around with his right dagger, he slashed upwards at the man's chest.

HP: 54
Damage: 7
SoS Charge: 2  

[kuropeco]

The hiss of pain was satisfying. Ian dug the blade in for a moment longer and then moved away, darting backwards in an attempt at keeping the creature at bay. He seemed surprisingly humanish for his appearance; an eyepatch was drawn over one eye, reminding Ian forcefully of Nevada, and her hindered vision.

"It's not so bad, really."

A wave of longing and of anger swept over Ian even as the creature lunged, his dagger catching Ian across the chest. Ian stumbled back, grunting, and then pushed forward again, teeth gritted together, his knife gripped tightly between his fingers.

"What's your name?" he said, and it was almost mocking; a challenge. "Tell me who you are."


[ HP: 31 / 50
DMG: 4 ]  

[Blade Kuroda]

"You demand my name without giving yours," Shun mused. He shifted aside, feeling the dagger graze against his body, then lashed back. Right after he made his strike, he rolled away in anticipation of the hunter's next attack.

HP: 50
Damage: 3
SoS Charge: 3
Using: Learned ability: Intermediate Dodge - if either of the second two dice are even, Ian takes -2 accuracy to his next attack roll. [SUCCESS]  

[kuropeco]

Ian shifted his feet, careful to keep his balance, his eyes on the creature.

"I'm looking for someone," was the only explanation he gave before lunging again, but his strike went too wide, and he twisted behind the creature instead, letting out a breath of annoyance.


[ HP: 28 / 50
DMG: l o l ]  

[Blade Kuroda]

The hunter was soon behind him after he had finished his roll. Shun quickly turned about, aiming to slash both legs with his weapons. The hunter sought someone. That may explain why he was here. It was unlikely that he was seeking him out specifically, though.

"Give me your name, and you may have mine. Simple as that," he stated. He would honor that much, but he wasn't about to be tossing his name around at hunters willy nilly.

HP: 50
Damage: 0
SoS: 3  

[kuropeco]

Ian smiled.

"Ian," he said lightly. "Now tell me your name, or I'll cut it out of you."


[ HP: 28
DMG: nope ]  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun scoffed lightly at the threat.

"Shun. You do realize that names cannot simply be cut out of a body, yes? Or are you more dull than you appear?" he deadpanned. Shaking his head, he suddenly moved forth, striking twice once again. He aimed one blade for Ian's dagger-hand, while the other went for the man's throat. It was too bad the weapon would keep that from being a fatal blow, but it didn't stop him from aiming for the vitals now and then.

HP: 50
Damage: 12
SoS: 3  

[kuropeco]

Ian staggered backwards, slamming against the wall, the creature's blade at his throat. He could feel it digging into him, the FEAR shield preventing any fatal injuries, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. A sharp gasp of pain wound its way up Ian's throat and found its way out; he struggled to get free, and then shoved the creature back, his chest heaving for air.

Shun. So it wasn't that Alex person, it was not the one that had killed Nevada. But it was still one of them.

They were all going to die eventually. He was just helping them along.

Ian was still smiling. He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth.

"That just goes to show you haven't quite learned the art of persuasion yet, have you?" Ian said, aiming for the creature's upper arm.


[ HP: 16
DMG: 3 ]  

[Blade Kuroda]

"I got you to tell me your name, did I not?" Shun replied simply. He found Ian's smile annoying. What was it with the hunters and bloody smiling like that? The reaper quickly vanished, leaving behind a few shadowy wisps. In an instant, he was behind Ian, where he stabbed at his backside. In the next instance, he was in front, aiming both blades to try and bury them into his chest. Then he blinked to his side, making another strike, then the other side, then the back and front once more. He teleported around the man several times before stopping and landing several feet away behind the hunter.

There, he crouched down, letting out a slow breath.

HP: 47
Damage: 17
SoS: 3
Using: SS T3  

[kuropeco]

He let out a wordless scream, not of terror or of pain, but of anger. Anger at himself for not having managed to do anything to fill the void left behind after Nevada's death, after breaking things off with Shiloh. Anger that he was still here and she was not, that he was alone in this terrible, terrible world.

Anger that he still couldn't ever get to where he wanted to.

There was a sharp, tangible crack as the FEAR shield shattered; and Ian collapsed to the ground, breathing shallow. His fingers, shaking and bloody, wormed beneath the neck of his shirt and found the pendant that hung there.

He turned his head towards the creature, a faint smirk on his face.

"Peace out, b***h," he said, and squeezed the pendant.

blade kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Blood was being spilled and it wasn't his own. Shun knew he had to move fast. The hunter would likely flee before he could land any sort of fatal blow. Sure enough, he saw Ian reaching for that damn pendant that's saved the lives of too many of his kind. The reaper ran at him, hoping to catch him before he was gone.

He was too late, though.

"Che," he scoffed, straightening up. The hunters couldn't run forever. They'd meet their demise sooner or later. Maybe he won't be the one to make the final blow, necessarily, but their end will come. Though, he certainly would not mind if he was the one to cause it, especially for a certain few individuals.

A door materialized in the wall beside him. Turning, he opened it up, and left.