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

[Bronze Coffee]

It had taken him a bit longer to get to the gym, mainly because he didn't know where it was. His brows knit tightly as he stared at the swinging doors. He knew Mac was inside, but honestly, he didn't want to go in. His stomach was in knots and he felt faint. He hadn't meant to punch him. He really didn't, but pride got the better of Uller and the Stag wasn't going to back down. .... no matter how much this was going to hurt much more than his pride.

Taking a deep breath, the boil put his hair up and then put his hands on the door before walking in the gym. His shoes sounded light on the floor and he stared straight at Mac, trying not to look scared. Wonderful. He gave a slow sigh as he stood a good five feet away from the other and just had his hands at his sides and looked ready to flinch at the slightest movement.

"I'm obviously here," he said, trying to sound cocky and confident. Stupid voice breaking didn't let that happen in the slightest. He moved to take off his heavy coat and put his skull necklace in his shirt. He was dressed in a dark forest green tunic shirt, and his usual pants and shoes now. Were there rules? How did he know if he won or lost? Well, winning was out of the question unless he got extremely lucky, but hey. Though, losing would end up with him a bleeding mess on the floor that would probably need help back to his dorm room. Jack, this was not supposed to happen.

Did he rush him? Did he wait for Mac to take the first swing? How did fighting happen?  

[Enoh Love]

Mac took his dear sweet time getting to the gym. When he left Uller he went to get that drink of his and he sipped it obnoxiously the entire way through the halls. He was in no rush to crush a bratty little minor, and when he arrived to an empty gym he didn't know whether to be unsurprised or outraged. Of course the little brat would run, why wouldn't he? Then again, in Mac's mind the Popsicle started it all, so he should probably be outraged.

Instead, he just sat back and obnoxiously drank from the straw, slouching back against one of the benches.

"...What, you're expecting applause?" He decided to be surprised though, as the Monster appeared through the doors and boldly (well, as boldly as he could, it seemed) waltzed up to him. A reasonable distance from him, anyway. The voice break was amusing though, and the Reaper found himself chuckling. Aww, this was going to be fun. Mac tossed his drink aside and stood, taking off his jacket and scarf to stand in his knit turtle neck, leaving everything else on. Moments later his weapon was summoned; a long, hefty birch oar for him to lean against. He didn't take a stance, he didn't urge the boil in any way, he just casually leaned against the twisted wood as if this whole thing were a joke.

...But nothing seemed to be happening.

"...Lose all your steam, or are you just new to this?" He half-asked, half-mocked.  

[Bronze Coffee]

"I've never fought before," he said, stepping back further as the huge weapon was summoned. His brows knit at that and he cleared his throat. This wasn't going to be fair in the slightest bit. He'd have to rely on dodging and using his antlers. Flicking his ears, he tried not to flinch as he thought about being hit with that weapon that looked heavy. It was bigger than Mac and Mac was certainly taller than Uller.

Letting his ears flick, he put his hands and arms out in front of him in a defensive manner. He was beyond scared. It wasn't like dragging a human to a river and watching them drown, or watching them get caught in a bear trap, oh no. That usually involved no pain on his part. Poor sheltered Uller was about to get beat down.  

[Enoh Love]

...So this kid went to this school, but had never fought before? Mac just couldn't believe it. Not one little tiny bit of it. The look he gave said it all, and it managed to take some wind out of his sails. Only a little though, he was still pretty dead set on beating this kid on principle.

"...Uhh, well, okay? I don't care but, I'll be nice this once. You take the first hit." To prove he wasn't up to something - this time - he desummoned his weapon and gestured for the boil to strike. "Only, at least try to act like you mean it this time." He drawled, as if bored. "Not like that sorry excuse for a punch earlier."  

[Bronze Coffee]

What in Jack's name was he doing, honestly? Sucking in a breath, Uller thought a minute. He would have to somehow get around that weapon. Ugh, maybe he was over thinking this.

Then his ears perked at the words that had been said. He had been trying! Too bad this guy was built like a house, otherwise it might have had some effect, right? Right? Okay, probably not, but whatever. He would just have to win with something other than his fists. He would save his special attack for when he absolutely needed it.

Dropping his head, Uller kicked off with his powerful legs in an attempt to use his horns to headbutt the other in the chest. He was hoping to make him wobble so he could do something about that. Trip him up maybe with a kick of the foot, but first he had to see if Mac would wobble at all.

Quote:

HP: 30
Damage: 2
Target: Mac
Effect: Stinging due to headbutt?

 

[Enoh Love]

Mac stood his ground as the little Monster charged him, but at the last minute backed up a pace or two; sure he said he was going to let him hit him, but...come on, who really says that and means it? Certainly not Mac. The antlers still grazed him though, just thankfully not as hard as Mac was expecting.

The boil could charge.

Mac's return attack was something small though. He still didn't summon his weapon, but he did reach other to smack the boil. Clearly he wasn't taking this completely seriously.

Quote:

HP: 48 / 50
Damage: 1. good job mac A+
FEAR: Swift Strikes, Battle Cry (both unused)

 

[Bronze Coffee]

When he was smacked in the back of the head in passing, he let out a squawk and whined a little. His ears flicked this way and that as he straightened up and glared at him. Okay, yes, he didn't want to die, but he was expecting a serious fight from the elder one.

More than annoyed, the Stag charged once again with his head up this time.

He swung once he got close enough, aiming for the Reaper's face. He wanted to at least get one decent hit off of Mac before sporting new wounds. That way he could brag about it to Tahki or Frost.

Quote:

HP: 28
Damage: 4
Target: Mac
Effect: Stinging due to headbutt?

 

[Enoh Love]

Who didn't aim at Mac's face? Uller was going to fit in nicely.

Mac, quite used to fending off attacks to his nose, sidestepped so the antlers bit into his shoulder, and then stuck out his foot to try and trip the stampeding boil. "So you've never fought before?" He asked conversationally, still quite surprised to hear that. "Like...ever? ...Don't you have siblings?" Suddenly, the Reaper was suspicious.

Quote:

HP: 44 / 50
Damage: 5
FEAR: Swift Strikes, Battle Cry (both unused)

 

[Bronze Coffee]

His face met the floor. It was very graceful if your feet flipped over your heard like his did and his antlers hit the floor, causing his teeth to rattle and his jaws to clamp down onto his tongue. He let out a yelp at that and growled. Blood trickled out of his nose because he'd also hit his nose against the floor. If it was broken, he didn't know. Nosebleeds were new to him, and so was the pain that came with it.

Still, he was determined to win. ...Somehow.

"I am an only child, you pompus a**!" He said as he jumped up in the air this time, holding the fist tightly and aiming for either the top or side of Mac's head. It really wasn't his business, but no. It was shown how he was holding his fist that he wasn't a fighter.

Quote:

HP: 23 / 30
Damage: 4
Target: Mac
Effect: Head pain 'cause fist to the face?

 

[Enoh Love]

Uller hit the ground, and Mac started to laugh. He laughed even harder when the boil got up; just lookit all that blood! Best day ever! He really did enjoy playing with the kiddies.

"THAT explains a lot!" Mac cackled almost cruelly, which was unfortunate for him because that was when Uller's fist connected with the side of his head. The laughter died in a shocked choke, but with a shake of his head he recovered, lips curling into a grimace and his fist flying to return the favour.

Quote:

HP: 40 / 50
Damage: 8
FEAR: Swift Strikes, Battle Cry (both unused)

 

[Bronze Coffee]

Yes! His fist connected! However, it didn't seem to do much good because the fist that connected with his face was there and causing a lot of pain in his jaw. It made his nose bleed even more and split his lip at the same time. Uller was very delicate when it came to pain. So he wasn't enjoying this at all. His eyes watered as he hit the floor with a thud after being thrown back from the jumping punch he'd given Mac.

This stupid reaper was really getting to him. Spitting blood out and dabbing his nose on his sleeve, Uller ran at him again and ducked down. He kicked a leg out and hopefully tripped the man up. His next move would be to climb on him and punch him in the face. If he could trip him up.

Quote:

HP: 15 / 30
Damage: 5
Target: Mac
Effect: a** pain because hopefully tripping the man?

 

[Enoh Love]

Mac on the other hand, was built like a tank and quite used to dealing with physical pain. A lot of people aimed for his face, and a lot of other people generally tried to kill him when they could. Pain was nothing new in his life, but of course he didn't really like it all the time. Right now though, pain was okay. He knew he was dealing a lot more to the little first year currently intent on killing him.

Uller was successful, knocking Mac flat on his a**. The initial blow to his head left him a little dizzy, and he was less than quick on the draw when it came to fending off the slippery little Monster on the offense. Instead of fighting back right away, Mac threw his arms up to protect his head, not wanting any more of those dastardly blows to mess with him.

Quote:

HP: 35 / 50
Damage: 0
FEAR: Swift Strikes, Battle Cry (both unused)

 

[Bronze Coffee]

Uller scrambled on the boil to deliver, hopefully, solid blows to the arms and hands that covered the boil's face. Maybe even his head, if he got lucky enough. If Mac so much as moved a hand, Uller would punching that smug look right off this human looking face. He hated being laughed at. He hated being made fun of. As a respected member of his community in his home land, he wasn't used to being judged based on fighting skills. More on his hunting skills and how many humans he got rid of.

Stupid Reapers. Stupid fighting. Stupid, whoever this boil was!

Quote:

HP: 15 / 30
Damage: 6
Target: Mac
Effect: Face or things because punches, maybe.

 

[Enoh Love]

Oh damn this boil was on a rampage! Mac kept his hands up, letting the little monster try to wear himself out on his arms first. When a lull wasn't coming fast enough for his liking, Mac decided to make an opening for himself. One arm shot up, smacking away the attacking fist while the other shot up, trying to at least uppercut the boil.

Quote:

HP: 29 / 50
Damage: 4
FEAR: Swift Strikes, Battle Cry (both unused)

 

[Bronze Coffee]

The uppercut connected with his jaw, sending the Stag back and holding it again. His tongue and lip were bitten and bleeding yet again and dripping down his chin. A frustrated growl came from him along with some pained whimpering noises as he just lashed out with a boot covered foot.

He was aiming for the boil's knees, but he ended up flat on his back, head hitting the floor rather hard without his antlers breaking his fall this time. His vision went white and he curled up in a ball grasping his head. He was his own worst enemy!

Quote:

HP: 11 / 30
Damage: 0
Target: Mac
Effect: Kick to the knees?