[1 vs 1] Let it Out (Hel vs Mot)

[Bittiface]

It had been a couple of days, and Mot had managed not to go crawling back to Hel. His jello spine was actually holding up fairly well this time. As much as he wanted to forgive and let go of Hel's behavior, he knew it would only cause her to think it was okay.

Giving into Riyo's taunts and attacking her was not okay.

However, he was not going to ignore the ghoul. He'd let her have some cooling down time after having yelled at her, and now that he was also back to being a boil, he was more up to dealing with people.

He slipped a letter under his ghoulfriend's door and then walked away, heading to the gymnasium.

Quote:

Dear Hel,

I hope you have cooled your head. I miss you, but I also need you to know that I will not tolerate you attacking people as you did.

If you wish to let off some steam, come meet me in the gymnasium.

Yours truly,
Mot

 

[Lucyal]

It had been a couple of days, and Hel was still holding onto the grudge. That was the thing about Hel (and valkyries), she just didn’t let things go, as much as she should have. It also served to bum her out further that Mot didn’t bother to come for a good few days. Well, she could do that too! Hel Brynhildr didn’t cave, no sir, and no, she did not stand outside Mot’s door a few times over the past few days, staring at it longingly, tempted to open it, but then be a brat and stomp off. Nope.

Now though, she was flopped face down on her bed, still sulking. Sure, she may have blown some excess steam by training like she usually did in the morning, but this was Hel, remember. The sound of some paper rustling made her turn her head, and she squinted at the paper that was suddenly on the floor in front of her door. The ghoul rolled off the bed and wandered over, kneeling as unfolded it and looked it over.

Okay, for a moment, her heart melted. Until she got to the second half of that sentence, then it unmelted.

Oh now he wanted to talk to deal with her, huh?

>: C

Hel scowled softly as she folded the letter back up and slipped it into her apron pocket. Sure…she could leave him hanging at the gym…but come on…this was a battle. Hel never turned away from battles maybe she really missed him too okay.

The valkyrie swung her door open and marched on out towards the gym.

Much like their first battle, Hel arrived sporting a frown and angry eyes that spoke of betrayal. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but she was frowning. Ghoul could sulk with the best of them. She also wasted no time in summoning her weapon and pointing it at the reaper.  

[Bittiface]

Mot was ready to face Hel. No matter her mood. Sulking, grumpy or even---

Oh sweet mother of Hel.

Mot lost it. His nerve. it was done. There was somethign about the dice look in Hel's eyes that chilled Mot's heart and soul. "Uh...."

He summoned his revolvers, eyes wide and unblinking.

Maybe this was a bad idea...  

[Lucyal]

For a brief moment, there were those stupid moths in her stomach upon finally laying eyes on Mot again after a few days. But then the moths were squashed by the thirst for vengeance for being scolded. Okay…so…maybe she did have a lot of steam she needed to get rid of still. Really, Mot should be flattered that Hel was this upset still, it meant she liked him a lot.

Hel’s adoration was just…violent and detrimental to his wellbeing, that’s all. What doesn’t kill him will only make him stronger!

The valkyrie lunged at him, swinging her spear for a not so bad start.

HP: 40/40
DMG: 5  

[Bittiface]

HP: 35/40
DMG: 7

Flattered? Not really. Mot saw Hel's anger as a bad thing. Maybe he was simply self conscience, but he was pretty sure Hel despised him right now. Still, he stood by his opinion and actions. He'd told Hel exactly what he meant. She'd... have to deal with it.

Too bad dealing with it meant getting cut up by his own ghoulfriend.

The cowboil winced at the solid hit, but brought up both revolvers immediately and open fired at the ghoul before she could back off.  

[Lucyal]

Hel was getting ready to dart back, but Mot was quick to the draw.

Her eyes couldn’t help but widen at the solid hits he landed on her right off the start. The reaper stumbled backwards from him with a grunt of pain. The surprise from that strike threw her off completely, and as of right now, she wasn’t able to go back in for another strike as her chest stung. Instead she focused on getting herself firm on her feet again.

HP: 33/40
DMG: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 35/40
DMG: 4

Mot didn't give himself a moment to feel badly. Hel usually got upset with him if he did.

Without skipping a beat, he created some distance between them then turned and fired from afar.  

[Lucyal]

Hel winced as Mot got her again. Ow. Okay, the shock was over now.

The ghoul grit her teeth and darted after the cowboil with a few powerful pump of her wings, rapidly closing the distance between them. Her spear was held out, looking to lance him. There was something kind of satisfying about this hit, and the power that was behind it.

HP: 29/40
DMG: 7  

[Bittiface]

HP: 28/40
DMG: 7

The grim reaper grunted as Hel made a solid hit, resisting the urge to grab the spot that hurt. He stumbled backward and away from the Valkyrie. He knew better than to run, seeing as she could fly. So maybe he should give her a reason to flee.

In fact, he rushed forward and shot in her wings.  

[Lucyal]

Hel was getting ready to pull back a bit again, when Mot suddenly started to come at her.

That should have been a warning right there. This was also what she got for telling the boil of a weak spot, and if she hadn’t been so mad still, she would have been proud that Mot took her out at a weak point. As of right now? She was mentally cursing it. The ghoul fell out of the air like a rock, letting out a pained cry as she landed on the ground with a thud. Her spear skittered away from her, and for the time being, she couldn’t strike back as she focused on picking herself up from the ground.

HP: 22/40
DMG: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 28
DMG: 0

Mot winced as Hel hit the ground. A wave of guilt overwhelming his nerve to try and attack again. Not now. Not while she was unarmed.

He took a couple tentative steps back, an audible click from his weapons as he took the time to reload them with Fear.  

[Lucyal]

The reaper pushed herself back up to her feet, swaying a bit and wincing.

Even tucking her wings against her back at this point hurt. Sheesh. Oh well…she wasn’t in a condition to fly at the moment. Oh well. She still had legs. Hel reached out a hand, dismissing her spear and calling it back once more. The ghoul twirled it, and pointed it at Mot once more, because this was far from over.

HP: 22/40
DMG: 0  

[Bittiface]

HP: 28
DMG: 6

Mot waited until Hel was on her feet again. As soon as that spear was once again in his face, he took action.

The grim backhanded the end of the spear, and turned the barrel of one revolver straight at Hel. With a small amount of hesitation, he fired the weapon close range.  

[Lucyal]

Oops, her spear was knocked aside, and then she was staring down the barrel of a revolver.

Fffffffuuu—

Ow.

The reaper let out another small cry as he fired, stumbling back once more, though this time she did not have her wings to make it graceful. As she stumbled back though, she couldn’t help but try and take a swing at Mot. It wasn’t much, as it only grazed him.

HP: 16/40
DMG: 1  

[Bittiface]

HP: 27
DMG: 4

Mot almost dodged the hit, disappearing into a puff of smoke nearly too late as some of her attack nicked him.

He reappeared after a second or two and fired another couple of shots at Hel.