[BATT] Ending on a Cliffhanger (Didero + Tamiya)

[Sypon]

9
3
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1

Tamiya was nearly at the top. Her claws raked the rocks at the cliff's surface and thankfully scrabbled for a handhold. "I'M!!! GOING!!! TO KILL YOU!!!!" Shrieked the clown. Her make-up was smeared to one side, hair plastered on the side of her face with the whipping coastal winds and the matting of her own blood. Her nose, clearly broken, was nearly indistinguishable against the patterns of swirled purple that formed a void in Tamiya's features.  

[seekingCylem]

HP: 15/18

As much as Didero wanted to, he couldn't ignore the fact that the purpleblood was edging her way up the cliff. With much trepidation, he readied his bow and looked over the side.

She was way closer than he'd anticipated, and at this distance even despite her bludgeoned face Didero could very well see that he was fighting a clown. With a flash of understanding Didero connected his freak panic attack with how very, very ******** he was about to be.

With a startled yelp, Didero shot off another arrow, missing by a long shot. If anything he probably just made her angrier--not that he was sure if such was even possible. Didero was now wasting precious seconds trying to still his trembling hands long enough to grab another arrow.

Didero does 0 damage!

 

[Sypon]

9
7
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1

Tamiya's feet hit solid ground. She loomed above the tall greenblood, heaving, and raised her club. Tamiya rushed. She needed no further dramatics, advancing as quickly as she could muster and clumsily readying herself for an enormous swing. Her vision finally locked, though she could hardly see the troll through her rage. He was an angel about to be <******** dropped.  

[seekingCylem]

HP: 8/18

Didero could not have planned a more imposing sight than bloody-faced Tamiya emerging from the edge of the cliff. Her ornate prosthetic fingertips slamming down on the flat ground was enough to send Didero reeling backwards once again. He nearly tripped over the god-forsaken bench. He regained his footing just in time to watch Tamiya straighten to her full height. It was a height a great deal more than his own. He managed to loose his oddly nocked arrow mid-impact of Tamiya's pipe to his shoulder. He hit the snow face-down with just enough of his mind about him to frantically roll over onto his back. He likely would have dropped his bow had his hand not frozen into a death grip around his only means of protection.

Staring Tamiya in the face was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was the only way he could hope to successfully attack or dodge. The odds were against him.

Didero does 1 damage!

 

[Sypon]

9
7 damage from chucklevoodoos
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0

The clown stopped to take a breath. Winded by her climb, she used the aftershock of her first attack to wipe her vision clean of blood. The red would not go away. "PURGE! PURGE!" Tamiya squeezed her eyes shut and tried to clear her head to no avail. Another mental weapon had built up from her boiling over rage. Tamiya dropped her weapon. She pressed both hands to her forehead and let out a shrill exclamation. "SQUIRM!"

The force of the mental blast was nearly tangible. It was an ambiguous pool of maniacally charged energy, ready to take the form of whatever Didero feared most. Tamiya took a knee from the force of her attack. She gasped for breath as her fingers dug into the snow, taut as piano wires from the recoil of her tension.  

[seekingCylem]

HP: 1/18

Didero thought he'd had a chance to land a shot at close range when Tamiya suddenly disarmed herself. He was in the process of reaching over his shoulder for one of his remaining arrows when the pulse hit. Without warning, his body seized and his vision tunneled into nothingness, and then worse than nothingness.

The pain Didero was experiencing was very real--caused by the erratic pulsations of his heart and lungs, and whatever Molotov of adrenaline that was frying his system. Yet the visions prevented him from linking the sensations to a biological reaction. As far as he knew he was pinned to a table under a bright lamp. He was exposed down to his organs which twitched and writhed with seemingly no rhyme or reason. Didero choked and sputtered like he was drowning on dry land. His throat felt like it had collapsed on top of his pained screams.

While his delusions told Didero he was trapped and immobile, his body was very much responsive to his pain and terror. From his place on the ground he thrashed and kicked at Tamiya with all the force and direction of a rabid animal.

Didero does 3 damage!

 

[Sypon]

9
6 damage
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Tamiya's vision cleared, thankfully. She breathed out and huffed, finally feeling the satisfaction of her enemy squirming before her. She also felt the dissatisfaction of her dislocated nose, the lack of breathing ability, the severe pain.... Tamiya would end this quickly.

She stepped over top of the greenblood and raised her club. He was in torturous pain, twitching and thrashing. Didero's kicks met Tamiya's shins and legs, and she hissed but otherwise walked around him. Pathetic. Waif-like... Slim...

Tamiya blinked. With utmost care, she used her club to move his jacket out of the way. Then his scarf. Her mouth twisted as she laid eyes on his symbol. Her eyes cast to the skies, the white swirling featherbeasts circling in a tornado of screeching feathers overhead. Something thick and sharp caught in her throat. She had lived this moment before. The prophetic choice was hers to control. There was no lusus here guiding her hand, though she was the one who had ordered the kill before. This was a thin, broken, flushed, pitiful, beautiful, horrible bird. Her guts had twisted into what she might have considered a barkbeast shape. It was now or never. Do it, do it. Do it. Tamiya's teeth ground together audibly. Now that her vision was unimpaired she could practically see the stars aligning, the signs emerging, but nothing was giving her a clear answer. Finally, Tamiya's shoulders relaxed.

This had been a lesson in chucklevoodoos. It had been enough for now. There was no reason to complete a ritual that she didn't know the depths of. She had done what she had set out to do for the night, and she was satisfied. Tamiya lowered her club and took a step back. With one last look at Didero, the purpleblood stalked away silently through the snow.