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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 30, 2009 0:31:53 GMT -5
(( OOC: For this fight permission has been granted. Xenon can maim Conway as long as he's not crippled/killed. She has given me permission to maim Pale as long as I don't cripple/kill him. ))
He let out a sharp and pained howl when the teeth made contact with his arm. This bastard not only cast some sort of spell, he was going to bite him with a human form? A human form that had teeth like fucking saw blade. And he was still swinging around that damn scythe.
Conway snarled as he balled up the fist of his free hand. Maybe he should start carrying around brass knuckles? Either way Conway pulled back his arm with the intent of punching the main square in head so he could get him off. There was no possible way he could miss at this range, and he was fast enough to get a second hit. And once the bastard let go....
It was difficult to do, but he didn't care how bad the bite would turn out. As long as he walked away from this everything would be fine. He shifted his form to that of a Highland Eagle as the man drew away his mouth. It was strikingly similar to the form he had used to kill the Queen of Hearts.
And with it he swung to claw at the man's chest. Aiming for the already open wound. The wings flared out so he could keep his balance. He prayed the spell would be over soon so he'd be able to punch the man properly.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 30, 2009 0:47:46 GMT -5
Blood was gushing into his mouth, an encouraging fact, and Apocalypse twisted and yanked again, trying to rip some of the flesh free. Then he heard a dull thud and found his teeth being ripped free. A sharp gasp went out of him as he was punched yet again, though he felt no pain from it, simply the recoil from the blows. He spat out a mouthful of blood - both his and Conway's, though he didn't feel that he'd managed to chomp into his own cheek, and hissed with only the fury a feline could muster.
He wished, more than ever, that he had a fucking biped form. It would almost certainly turn out better. A chill ran through him as his enemy melded forms again, and now he was certain beyond a doubt that he was fighting a Joker. He brought Rhiannon around in a flash, adrenaline fueling his movements, and shoved with the scythe, ramming it into the now-Eagle's chest, likely pushing him back a few feet as well as hurting quite a bit.
But it wasn't fast enough to enable him to completely dodge the claw. It would catch on his already open wound, tearing the flesh even further, but Apocalypse wouldn't react in the slightest beyond increased frustration.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 30, 2009 1:01:48 GMT -5
Fuck. At least he had managed to hit the bastard. The scythe to his chest was enough to push him back a great deal, his chest burned with the pain. He didn't take notice of the blood that was freely flowing from his arm and shoulder. However, he was really starting to hurt all over. Damn it. Damn it!
He was able to catch himself before falling, his spine was restored to it's normal slightly hunched position. He didn't have time to savor the free movements again. The man was at an advantage when they were far apart with the scythe, and he was at a disadvantage (for the most part) in close quarters.
He shifted again as he sprung forward, low this time in hopes to trip up his opponent. He was a weasel now, hopefully the change in his neck length would be enough to let him make contact with his teeth. And he still had enough bulk to punch and claw the man when he was within range.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 30, 2009 1:15:02 GMT -5
The feeling of a solid body at the butt of his weapon gave Apocalypse a boost of energy. He was encouraged by the sound the man was making, and the sight of all the blood... It seemed to be everywhere, covering the rapidly-shifting Joker's body and his own. The real question was how much of it was his own, and how much was Conway's. He didn't know. He didn't have time to think about it. He didn't know how long he'd be pain-free, and it seemed essential that he use the time he did have wisely.
By wisely, of course, he meant doing as much damage as possible to the other man.
When he did another quick-shift, Apocalypse reared back, opening his mouth and making a terrible noise. Then, a sticky blob was sent rocketing at the other man's face, directly at one of his eyes. All the same, the man was able to dig his nasty, pointed teeth directly into the ex-scythe's shoulder. The man let out a desperate-sounding grunt of rage, resting the scythe against his body as he gripped at the weasle's face, clawing at his mouth, eyes, and nose, trying to pull his jaws free. Then rather abruptly, he was punched in the face again.
Apocalypse stumbled, digging his nails deeper into the man's face, shaking with the effort.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 30, 2009 1:28:44 GMT -5
This really hurt. He hadn't been in a fight like this for ages. And quite suddenly his right eye was sticking itself shut thanks to the weird stuff that the man seemed to spew from his mouth. The Joker had every intention of staying put, with his teeth digging into the man.
The clawing at and scratching only proved to infuriate Conway even more. Human hands weren't as effective as claws, but they still caused a bit of damage. If the man was concentrating on getting him off though, he couldn't use that blasted scythe.
Conway continued to blindly punch at the man, using his other hand to try and dig his claws into the man's side. What would happen if he changed into a different form while he was biting down? Did he care to find out?
Quite suddenly released the man's shoulder from his bite, and went to kick him while he still had the element of surprise. He couldn't imagine a clawed foot to any part of an human would be a pleasant surprise, and hopefully it would be enough to throw him off balance.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 30, 2009 1:42:50 GMT -5
There was very little Apocalypse could do to actually try and hurt the man right now. There was no room at all for him to move his weapon, and with the man latched onto his shoulder as he was, he couldn't exactly put the space that he required between them. He balled one hand into a fist as the fingers of his other hand continued to scratch and grab at the man, and he began to punch. Anywhere he could find, he punched, beating his fist against the ferret's face until he was sure that his hand would ache, had he been feeling anything at all.
He was being punched as well, but it struck him as a minor inconvenience. He realized that he was hearing an odd ringing, that he was tasting blood, and that he was only seeing out of one eye. None of that seemed to manage, as he moved his head, biting into one small, round ear.
Then the man was pulling away, and Apocalypse felt the thin skin tear in his mouth. Good. That would almost certainly leave a mark of some kind. He had only a moment to consider the small victory when a sudden impact in his chest drove the air out of his lungs and he fell back, gasping as he stumbled over his own feet and collapsed. He reached for his weapon, gripping it and swinging it, aiming for Conway's feet.
He knew it was going to be hard for him to get up again now. He just wanted to get one last hit in, one last blow...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 30, 2009 1:55:38 GMT -5
The adrenaline was enough to keep him going. Of course when he felt the sudden pain of his ear he let out a pitiful shriek of surprise. On top of the punching and the bleeding all he needed was this. Stupid bastard couldn't have just given up and taken the beating?
He was able to dodge the scythe to some degree. It managed to nick part of his leg, not deep enough to make him stumble. It just added to all the blood and the pain that was trying to beat him over the head.
He spit out the blood as he shifted to the form of a hawk. He rushed forward to kick the man in the side. One swift kick should be enough to knock him out, or at least knock the wind out of him. Either way it should be enough for Conway to make his escape.
A tiny part of him grumbled something about getting a doctor for the man. He was a King of Hearts and he did have a knife sticking out of him. He probably was someone important.
Damn stupid guilt.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 30, 2009 2:10:07 GMT -5
When the scythe met its target, Apocalypse let out a hoarse laugh. It was a small cut, likely entirely superficial, but it was something he had managed to do, and that was good. The weapon fell out of his hands with a clang, hitting the ground, and the man moved to attempt to push himself up. He got one hand underneath him, then the other, and was in the process of pushing himself back into a sitting position when a foot connected squarely with his chest. He coughed, blood flying out of his mouth and onto the road, collapsing again. He didn't try to move again, just focused on breathing. Shit. How badly was he injured. He moved as much as he could, rolling so that he could focus on Conway's retreating form through his good eye. The man was leaving? That was a relief - it meant there would be no more kicks or punches to his already prone form. Now he needed... Help. A doctor. Anyone. He took a deep breath as he dropped the pain ability, attempting to prepare himself for what he would feel when he was no longer under its delicious, numbing effects. There was no way he could have prepared himself for what he felt when it was gone. Apocalypse screamed until his voice went hoarse, until there was no air left in his lungs. He ached, he hurt everywhere, but there was one place that made all his other wounds seem utterly insignificant. His gut. Oh, Suits, the knife was still buried in his flesh, and when the asshole had kicked him to the ground he had jarred it somehow, made it slice through even more of his body. He curled on himself, finding it was even more difficult to breathe. Had he broken a rib? Fuck, that was the last thing he needed... Shaking hard, the man tried to push himself up again, but he couldn't. Apocalypse collapsed again, falling limp in a pool of his own blood, gasping to catch his breath. The world was fuzzy around the edges with pain, and he was dimly aware of the sight of his scythe changing into a physical body, moving to his side, pressing a leaf-shaped nose against his neck. Was she crying? " Rhi," he whispered through gritted teeth, touching her furred cheek gently. Even his hand hurt - it felt like he'd broken a finger on Conway's face. " Rhi, get help - someone, nngh... Get Xiven.." The woman nodded against him, her ears flattening against her neck as she gently lay Apocalypse down again. She wanted to stay and protect him, but without knowing for sure if anyone was on their way... It just seemed like a bad choice. How long would he lay in the alley before someone found them? She kissed his cheek with a wet tongue, tasting his blood, and opened her wings with a snap. Then, wasting no more time, she leapt into the air and flew towards the Heart palace. At least he was close to home. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 30, 2009 2:27:08 GMT -5
Conway had changed his form when he reached the Doctor. As a bloodied and rather pathetic looking woman, he knocked on the door. The Doctor was more than willing to go and help Pale after the wonderful story Conway spewed out for him. Once the man was gone and on his way, the man took a few supplies to temporarily patch himself up so he could find a doctor who wouldn't ask questions. He hoped that man would be okay... sort of. --- Xiven was utterly speechless when Rhi had come to the Palace and told her what had happened. The feline didn't ask questions, she simply bolted to grab a horse to speed up the ride. How had he gotten himself in such a mess? Why didn't he just walk away from the fight? What would she do if he died? All the thoughts bubbled up as she hurried to where Rhi specified. It was utterly shocking to find a rather large crowd gathering outside the little in near the alleyway Pale had fought in. She blew past them, straight to the place where he was supposed to be, when he clearly wasn't there she figured he must be where the people were. Sure enough when she pushed her way through the crowd Pale was there, a man hovering over his unconscious body, a Corvie-Highlander patching him up on the floor. "Oh God... Pale," she gasped as she looked down at his form. Was he going to be all right? |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 30, 2009 2:38:44 GMT -5
When Rhiannon reached the Court she'd landed and set off at a run almost immediately, not bothering to regain her balance in the slightest. She felt panicked, and suddenly, she understood how Apocalypse had felt so many times before. What if he died? What would happen to her? Fuck, he'd given her a second chance at life and she'd spent it idly in his head, afraid of what the people she'd loved would say to her. She swallowed hard as she barged into Xiven's room.
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Nothing more was said than needed to be said. Xiven bolted almost immediately, as Rhiannon had imagined she might. Rhiannon herself had stood in the doorway for several moments, staring at the room, the desk, the bed. How long had she spent here, with Xiven? She shook her head. It wasn't hers anymore, no more than she was the feline's King.
That was Pale's place, now, she reminded herself. She'd messed up, and it would never be hers again.
A few minutes after Xiven left on the horse, Rhiannon herself spread her wings to return, flight giving her a major advantage in terms of arrival time. By the time her feet touched ground, Xiven had already vanished into the crowd, and Rhiannon herself had to push through.
He was still laying on the ground, but there was a doctor working on him. She could smell blood, and her eyes widened until the whites showed. She knelt beside Xiven, an anxious whine bubbling out of her, her brows furrowed with concern, and she felt herself leaning against the woman without even realizing it. She needed the support, anything. He'd told her he didn't want to be with her anymore, but he was still a part of him, always would be. And right now, he looked... Bad.
Apocalypse himself was only dimly aware of what was going on. He faded in an out of consciousness, finding himself awake and alone, then surrounded by people, then with a doctor running hands over his body. He didn't like that, but he couldn't find the energy to move. All he could do was turn his head. He saw Rhiannon and Xiven standing there, and for a moment, his eyes went into focus.
He smiled at her.
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