Ever hopped back, but it caught him all the same: a scrape across his stomach which made him wince, even if it was only his shield. He looked up at Zeke and shook his head, finally bringing the blade around to swipe at the other man's shield, a long slice along one side. It brought him in closer, a little quirk of a smile settling across his mouth.
Ever might not have voluntarily exercised, but he was quick. Zeke winced as the stiletto tore through his shield, but he returned that small smile. "Few times."
{Stop playing and fight back!}
She screamed it at him, propelling him into action. The chain rattled as he snapped forward, and the axes came around from both sides, crossing across Ever's torso.
Lagertha drank in the fear, and her screech was near deafening, declaring she had a charge for him, pleading for him to use it.
{That is more like it! Keep going! Fight boil!}
HP: 22 DMG: 8 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 3Total: 10 (3-12)
That hit hard enough to make Ever draw in a breath, harsh and surprised. Then he stepped in, close, so that he could drag the blade across Zeke stomach -- and, as he did, release the built up charge.
It wasn't the bite Amory demanded -- Ever didn't think he was hurt enough to warrant that -- but something else, instead. The slow sensation of spilled blood, even if Zeke's shield was still in place, that would steal away some of that strength over the next few rounds.
HP: 38/50 Charge: 0/3 DMG: 4
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Tier Two: Dice: 3d4 First Dice: xxxxx 1-2: Miss xxxxx 3-4: Success! Second Dice: xxxxx 1: Target suffers 2 damage for [third dice] rounds. xxxxx 2-3: Target suffers 3 damage for [third dice] rounds. xxxxx 4: Target suffers 4 damage for [third dice] rounds. Third Dice: xxxxx Determines how many turns the effect lasts. Potential Max Damage: 16
It was a smug grin that met Ever as he came in close, and a hand came up, possibly he was going for a stolen kiss, but he froze as that blade slid cross his stomach, pale eyes widening at the over all wrongness. Not a wound on him, not so much as a ******** scratch, but he could feel the blood training from his body, and tat had the color draining from his face.
Jerking back, he actually staggered, head shaking as he tried to clear away whatever the ******** Ever's charge had done to him, and getting nothing but increased dizziness for his efforts. "s**t." He'd thought Cee's charge was brutal, this was a whole new level. Maybe not the powerful physical attack the girls had shown, but unnerving as all hell.
Readjusting his grip, the Mist shifted his weight, settling his balance, as his weapons swept back. Lagertha crooned, sweet and adoring in his ear, and spilled all that collected fear back into her partner as he swung both arms forward.
His attack wasn't exactly physical either; a blast of wind that sent his coat flapping as it tore up the grass in it's wake.
HP: 18 (-4 four 2 more rounds) DMG: 19 CHG: 0/3
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 8Total: 13 (2-20)
"Jesus -- " His arms went up as the wind kicked in, protecting his face with both belled sleeves, head tipped down against the force of it, and for a moment Ever was thrown off-balance. Instead of lingering, though, the second the wind died down he fell forward two steps to catch Zeke around the waist and take them both crashing into the dirt.
White coats were a stupid idea, especially when it was raining as much as it had been, this week. Both of them were going to end up splattered with muck.
Ever was crashing into him before the axes had time to fall. Zeke grunted, but he went down easily, head still swimming from Ever's charge, as well as the bounce of skull against muddy lawn. He blinked, blearily, up at the pale figure that now seemed to be sitting on him, and though still pale, his lips tugged, twitching into a slow smile.
"You fight dirty." He didn't sound pissed. More amused, really. But he also brought his knee up to slam into the other man's back, knocking him down against his own chest so he could trap his arms at his sides, his own locked around him.
The ground hadn't seemed terribly wet while he'd been walking over it, but laying? Zeke could feel it seeping into his clothing, and it made him grimace. "Really ******** dirty,"
HP: 8 DMG: 6 CHG: -
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 10Total: 17 (2-20)
"Of course I do." Zeke had him, for sure -- arms pinned just so, Ever still a bit breathless from the tumble -- but that didn't mean that he was helpless. He was still armed, and he took advantage of it: the stiletto settling against Zeke's ribs, a slow pressure against the man's shield, slowly grinding it down to nothing.
At least the dampeners would keep it from digging deep into Zeke's chest. Ever, at least, couldn't quite believe how fast that had gone.
"I hit everyone's radar from a mile away, and I used to weight a buck twenty five. I either had to run or hit back hard enough to look a little less...tempting. You forfeit?"
HP: 13/50 Charge: 2/3 DMG: 11 >__> so...4.
beejoux
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 4:24 pm
He realized his folly as he felt the prod against the side of his chest, and that sharp little blade was sliding home before he could so much as toss an insult. "******** Christ, Ever." Arms tightened, to an almost painful degree, but he didn't try for the other man's hands, even as his own emptied, Lagertha returning to stone pendant totem. Sulky at the loss, angry at Ever's last strike, and perplexed by her partners reaction to it.
Head back, eyes closed, breathing controlled, he rode the pain of the knife in his ribs before something capped it just shy of the expected shattering of his shield.
For a minute or two he didn't move. It still felt like his body was bloodless, which was incredibly disconcerting. "I don't think I have much of a choice in the matter." There was the brief temptation towards some sort of physical retaliation, but Ever had won. He could strike back, but Ever didn't even really seem tired.
"It wasn't really a fair fight." Of course, Ever grinned as he said it, because all things considered, that was how he preferred things to be. Wiser to enter into a fight you knew you could win than one you knew you'd lose. And, again, this was why he was in Life, instead of Sun, or even mist --
Still. He pulled the dagger back and sat back slowly, desummoning it as he looked back down at Zeke. After a moment, he patted him on the cheek. Not a fair fight, so no one had to pay up, maybe. "You bruised, sugar?"
beejoux
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 4:51 pm
Pale eyes cracked open, rolling to peer up at the blonde as he grinned down at him. "Not really, no." But he'd known that when he challenged the Lifer. There had been only a slim chance of him pulling ahead for a win, and he hadn't been holding his breath for it.
The stiletto slid out slowly, and Zeke hissed, arms loosening around the taller man so he could sit up, but he grunted at the cheek pat. "Sugar?" Hands slid down Ever's sides to come to a rest on the outsides of his thighs. "Probably a little bit." Not badly. He'd had worst. "Your charge is kind of awful, just so you know." It was fading now, and the color was finally returning to tanned skin. "Felt like I was bleeding out, unnerving as hell."
"I'd never done that before." He grinned down at Zeke and stayed right where he was -- effectively pinning him, weak as he was right now, both eyebrows raised. Something new, then, and only Zeke had felt it so far. Useful to know, so that he wouldn't get Taym punching him in the face for things he couldn't possibly have known again --
"The other one's more fun." It was rumbly, not quite coy, as he tossed his head to send hair out of his eyes. "If you'd lasted a bit longer, I might have used it."
beejoux
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 5:41 pm
Zeke was a willing captive.
He met those dark eyes, watched brows raise, and couldn't help bust chuckle. "Well, now you know what it does."
A brow rose at the mention of a different charge, curious in this context, but also delightfully surprised to hear their weapons evolved the longer they had them as partners.
Of course he'd snort, giving ever a heal-hearted bounce on his lap at his less than subtle challenge to the Mist's virility. "Maybe if you hand't been pounding me so hard, s**t Snow White."
That got a blink, and then a snicker, building slowly to a laugh -- and, finally, Ever rolled up off of Zeke to stand, offering a hand down as he did. They were done here, he thought, and both mud-splattered and damp. Innuendo was great, but it would be better to be clean.
"I need a shower." That was easy enough, shaking his head just a bit.
beejoux
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 5:52 pm
Zeke grinned, opening his eyes again as Ever rolled up off him, laughing. The offered hand was taken, and he let Ever help him to his feet. Not a hundred percent just yet, but better than he had been before being tackled to the ground. The charge must have been fading. "That s**t lingered," he grunted, a hand touching his stomach where the blade had slid across it.
Then he was leveling a pointed look at the other man. "You need a shower? I think some a*****e tackled me into the mud." Tone was mild. He glanced over his shoulder at the back of his coat, lips twisting in annoyance at the mud. He hadn't minded so much with Ever sitting on him, but now that that distraction was gone he wanted out of the dirty clothing and into the cleansing stream of a shower.
The look on his face got another laugh, surprised out of him, Ever shrugging out of his own coat as they stood there. It was a bit chilly, but he'd survive, and it took with it some of that damp edge. Made him warmer, maybe. A bit.
Of course, out of it he was layered shirts, worn thin, clinging against his ribs. He gestured, absently, for Zeke to take his off, too. "So you need a shower too."
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