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 Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 8:31 pm
The blade sank hilt-deep into Herryk's thigh. He tripped, stumbled - but kept momentum. Forward locomotion would bring him quickly to Shun - and in one keen sweep, one flawless gesture, he withdrew the dagger from his thigh and slashed forward, completely intent on sinking it deep into Shun's torso. It was a small weapon, but there was a startling, crystal clear moment of clarity. This. This was perfectly. This was what he'd been made to do. The weapon felt well-seated in his calloused hand, the shape of the hilt fitting perfectly against his broad palm. This was as close to memories as he'd ever been. This was real.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 9:18 pm
The attack hadn't worked as Shun would have hoped, and now he didn't really have enough time to get out of the way. Well, he could try shadowstepping. But even then it was too late. Herryk was right there before him, and it was now that he saw that he had removed the dagger from his leg. Quickly, he attempted to dismiss the weapon to try and prevent it from being used against himself. The reaction came a split second too late. The Reaper's good eye widened as he felt the cold steel slip between two of his ribs all too easily. The moment was fleeting, as the dagger dissolved from the draugr's grip. The damage had already been done, but he could at least keep him from stabbing him over and over again. Letting out a gasp, he grimaced and glanced away. It was now that he shadowstepped off to the side, putting a fair amount of distance between himself and the undead boy. Upon his landing, he grasped his chest, feeling the warm liquid oozing out between his fingers and dripping out onto the snow, staining it red. "Kuso..." he hissed, now finding it harder to breathe with the new and fairly deep wound. He had to be more careful. Grimacing, he summoned his blades once more as he knelt there in the snow. It was going to be harder fighting like this. The pain was one thing, but he was losing a fair amount of blood right now which was the bigger concern.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 8:32 am
Herryk's adrenaline was waning quickly. The pain was there, constant and piercing along his shoulders and back, throbbing at his thigh. The draugr let out a breathless groan, sinking to his knees just after Shun slipped away. The snow beneath him was a dark slurry of snow and black, brackish blood. He fell forward onto splayed hands, dark skin nearly indistinguishable from the color of the bloodied snow beneath him. Everything shifted together in his mind, aligning in one perfect moment of clarity. The coldness of the snow. The pungent scent of his blood - and the lighter, more distinguishable scent of Shun's. The chill in the air. The sick-sour scent of his own desperate adrenaline. The subtle taptaptap of his blood dripping into the snow. He was tired. He was so tired of feeling this way. So tired of being out of control. There was a part of him that just wanted to lower himself into the slurry of bloodied snow so that he could close his eyes and just cease to exist. How much longer could he go on like this? A never-ending cycle of misery. Herryk turned his head to peer after Shun, eyes dim and haggard. He didn't rise from his feet, but watched the reaper attentively.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:13 am
Shun was watching Herryk as he fell forward into the snow. It seemed that he was finally slowing down. Here was his chance. Grimacing, he forced himself to his feet and he rushed in at the draugr. It hurt to move quickly like this, but he was pushing through the pain. He had to be swift anyway, before he would become too sluggish from blood loss. As he closed the distance with the undead, he didn't bring his daggers down onto him just yet. Instead, he lunged forth with his knee to try and smash it right into the side of his head. Take him down a little more, then maybe see about trying to finishing him off.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 12:39 pm
The connection of Shun's knee with the side of his face had Herryk reeling. He dropped to his side before rolling to his back in the wet, cold snow. Everything ached, everything hurt, and he was weak from loss of blood. Herryk's vision was swimming, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. Not tears of emotion, but tears of pain. Agony. Weakness. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and stared up at Shun, teeth bared as he waited to see what the reaper would do next: preparing himself to move into action.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 1:55 pm
Herryk went down from the blow. Gritting his teeth for the moment, Shun looked down at himself, seeing a few more drops of red splatter against the snow. At least, it seemed like it was about to be over pretty soon and he could get himself to the nurse or something. But first, he needed to see what to do about the draugr. He still didn't have any idea what had happened here, but he didn't bear any grudge for the seemingly random attack. Even so, he felt that he should finish him off here. Send him to the nurse and patch up those stab wounds he had given him in this fight. With that in mind, he stepped closer towards the fallen form of the undead, kneeling down by him. From there, he raised one of his blades, then stabbed downwards to try and get him right through the heart.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 8:50 am
Flashes of pale light in the darkest recesses of his mind. Memories of something that had happened during the trance on the isles, or perhaps... something else? Something more familiar, more welcome. Something Herryk needed. He watched Shun lift the blade. He knew what would happen next. He'd seen something like it before, maybe in a dream or maybe in a thought or maybe something more subconscious than that. Something almost there, but not. Herryk felt something surge up inside of him, dark and welcome and freeing. Hate. Rage. Malevolence. Acerbic and bitter and vile, and so a part of Herryk that it was hard to differentiate the boil he'd become and the emotions that drove him, black and pure. As Shun's hand came down, Herryk's shot up - his free hand moved upwards too, and if Shun did nothing to move out of the way, Herryk would soon have one hand tight around Shun's wrist while the other would wrap roughly around his neck.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 9:22 am
Maybe it was because of the blood loss so far, but the Reaper didn't expect Herryk to move so quickly like that. He might have expected him to roll out of the way, but he didn't quite anticipate the draugr to latch onto him. As he felt the undead boy's large hand grab him around the throat, he let out a sort of strangled noise. He tried to jerk his right arm out of his grasp, but that didn't really help much. So instead, he started to try and stab into Herryk's arm with his free hand. It looked like the undead had gotten a second wind. He needed to try and shut that down quick, since he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to keep fighting, himself.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:50 pm
There was something driving the draugr, deep in his core, pushing him on despite his weakened state. Something beyond him, beyond his grasp, but more powerful than he himself. Something greater.
Something vicious and visceral, molten and tarry. Black and putrid and full of anger and power.
Using his feet to push off the ground, Herryk made an attempt to roll so that he might be placed at a greater advantage - on top, kneeling over the reaper, his intent to break Shun's neck should he succeed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:59 pm
Being held like this, Shun didn't really have any leverage to work with to try and get Herryk to release him. He was still trying to stab into the draugr with his free dagger, but he ended up dropping it as they were suddenly rolled. His neck hadn't snapped, but he was now under the weight of the bigger boy.
Hissing, he continued to try and fight, attempting to try and kick him away at this point. He was wearing down though. Blood loss had weakened him and now his airflow was a little restricted too. This wasn't looking too good.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:39 pm
Releasing Shun's neck, Herryk let out a grunt as he positioned himself so that the reaper couldn't break free. Successfully pinning Shun with his knee against his chest, Herryk drew back his fist and drove it hard into the reaper's stomach.
Shun's hiss drew one from the draugr as well, an awful sound. The contact of his fist against Shun's abdomen was solid, and a terrible, ugly grin curled across Herryk's lips.
He pulled back his fist, intent on driving it once more into the reaper's stomach.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:03 pm
When his neck was released, Shun went to try and move away, one way or another. Unfortunately, he found Herryk's knee pinning him down, which made that all too difficult. Squirming, he tried to push him off, but he soon found the draugr's fist slamming into his stomach. His good eye widened and a cry of pain escaped him for the moment.
The Reaper's body went a little limp after that. The blow had knocked the wind out of him, and he was wheezing now while trying to desperately get air back into his system.
With a grimace, he lifted his head weakly, staring hard into Herryk's eyes. It was too bad that simply glaring wouldn't help him at all here, especially since that blow had taken a lot out of him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:11 am
Herryk was relentless in his attacks, ignoring the way his own blood mingled with that of the reaper, dark and roiling and disgusting in the pure primal way it sluggishly wept from his own body. Thick and putrid and vile. His fist once more drove into the reaper's body, a hearty blow that connected hard.
It wasn't enough.
He hungered for crushing bones, the sick wet give of flesh. He needed the one thing he hadn't been able to find in all of the students he'd killed. No matter how Herryk searched for that one thing, that one precious thing - he'd yet to find it, and he'd started to doubt that he ever would.
Finality.
Death eternal.
It wasn't the same, killing those composed of the same thing he was: Fear. Disassembled, reassembled. Unending. They always came back. There was never the true fear in the eyes of his victims. He craved that knowledge in their eyes - that he was ending them, once and for all.
It never came.
Infuriated all over again, Herryk lifted his fist once more, intent on pummeling Shun's face.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 3:02 pm
Blow by blow, Shun was growing weaker and weaker. This wasn't his first time experiencing something like this, but that didn't make taking this any easier really. He wasn't even fighting back now. Or rather, he couldn't. His senses had gone numb, leaving only a feeling of pain all around. The reaper was also sputtering out blood now, thanks to Herryk's relentless actions. The draugr had probably broken a rib or two in the process as well. It was hard for him to figure it out when it all just hurt and his mind wasn't quite there any longer. Actually, there was a pretty good chance of it, given how much pain spurred from breathing.
They could have punctured his lungs even. That may explain the blood in his mouth.
Though his gaze had been defiant earlier, it was now dull and empty as he was on the verge of blacking out. There was no fear though. The thing Herryk had craved most.
He could see the fist raised once more, though nothing was quite registering with him any longer. Everything went dark once it connected with his head, and Shun fell completely still as the blow finally knocked him unconscious. He lingered there a little longer, unmoving as blood continued to trickle out from his lips. He could be easily finished off at this point. Otherwise he'd likely dissipate sometime later if left alone.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:47 pm
The contact was satisfying.
Not satisfying enough.
The instant that Shun passed out, Herryk let out a bellow full of rage and wrath and anger and all of the vile and hot emotions that filled him to bursting. There would never be release, never. That hunger pooled and throbbed deep in his chest, deep down where it flared, sending ravenous tendrils about his ribs, his lungs, his unbeating heart.
Another blow, to the ribs. Another to the sternum. A third to the face.
He would not stop until Shun was gone.
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