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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 1:33 pm
Ganyma was shocked. The plain lie stuck out in his mind - he'd been rough with Kursha, but that Luxara was... Protecting Kursha from Ganyma? The thought was preposterous. "Hurt him... Hurt him again? What are you talking about??" he demanded. Ganyma knew what Kursha was about, but he wasn't able to see his deception.
He grasped for some sense in it all. His head was cool but on the alert. Something was definitely wrong here, and if he didn't play his cards right everything could very well fall apart. Or worse, someone could get killed. This was no time for him to let his guard down.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 1:37 am
Well, at least Ganyma seemed to appreciate the gravity of the situation. The stiffness in his body exposed his anxiety; Kursha could see it even without activating his farsight. The tealblood had some idea of who he was up against. Not like someone else. Kursha refused to so much as acknowledge the hunched green figure on his left. He kept his gaze locked on the target in front of him and his face carefully impassive as the other spoke. When Luxara interjected, he turned to face her, unable to ignore her any longer. What she said made sense. He was not so paranoid that he honestly believed that she was conspiring with Ganyma against him. Yet that did not make her actions any less of a betrayal. He had warned her about Ganyma. He had told her to the best of his ability about what had transpired, and granted her his trust. Supposedly she had done the same. Yet here she was with Ganyma, treating him like... like another friend. It was a total disregard of everything Kursha had been through. Why could she not see that? Her thoughtlessness made him hate her more than her actions did. Somehow, Kursha managed to hold his composure. He gave Luxara a bored look just to show how little he cared, then turned away. “Xara... shut up.” She would not ruin this for him. She would not weaken his resolve. For the first time in months Kursha forced himself to relive the night at the theatre. He remembered the blade to his chest. He remembered huddling on the ground at Ganyma's feet. He remembered an ominous silhouette looming over him, glaring down at him like he was less than dirt. 'Are you done?'If there was an edge to hatred, Kursha had honed it to a fine point on Ganyma's words alone. He was smiling still but his eyes had turned steely. “Interesting how you say you're not keen on fighting any more. It looks like we have a conflict of interests then, since that's exactly what I came here to do... well, more precisely to kill you.”Kursha laughed pitilessly. “You didn't really think you could turn your back on everyone and get away with it, did you? Stryke, Vremea, the rest of Totally Spies... You sold them all out. But it's not that easy. Karma's a b***h. And anyway...” Kursha adjusted his grip on the stock. “I still have a debt to pay. Or did you forget that night at the theatre?”He paused, eyes narrowing. There was no way Ganyma could have forgotten. It haunted Kursha every day. “Well, it doesn't matter. I remember. Still, unlike you, I believe in giving my opponents a fighting chance.” Luxara had said her piece. So had Ganyma. It was time to get this show on the road. In one fluid motion, Kursha brought the muzzle of the gun around to face Luxara once more and clicked off the safety. “Draw your weapon, Ganyma. Draw, or I'll make you wish you had.”Hivestuckx Kursha is ready to rock and roll.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 2:45 pm
Ganyma stood his ground. No. It wasn't true. Kursha was telling lies, but for once his viciousness sold him out. Ganyma's jaw tightened. "How many do you have to kill to make up for it?" He growled. "First Sinter, now me, then what? You're delusional..." But he wouldn't fight. Ganyma took a step forward and Kursha acted. His gun swung sharply towards Luxara. No... Kursha was ruthless. The tealblood's breath stopped in his throat as all of his hairs stood on end. There was no choice. To protect Luxara, he would have to fight. The familiar mechanical "sshk" of Ganyma's push gloves sounded, though the rest of him stayed dead still. He was ready to jolt - to dodge - to survive - at any moment. Katanari This is now a battle between Ganyma and Kursha, with augmented rules. Luxara will be considered to have 20/20 HP but cannot attack during this battle: any time Ganyma or Kursha fail to hit in their attack roll, Luxara is dealt the intended damage. The battle ends when either Ganyma or Kursha hit 0 HP. Quote the mule when you'd like to wrap up the growth!
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Green Minuet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 8:51 pm
Health: 20 Eagle Eyes: 2 Damage: 3 At the sound of Ganyma's push blades, Kursha felt a chill run down his spine. His insides twisted—from fear or anticipation he could not tell. He only knew that there would be no turning back from this. He had successfully put a particular chain of events into motion, a chain of events which he had no control over. 'Sometimes you just get carried away, you know? You're in the moment and nothing else matters. You're unaccountable.'How quickly history repeated itself. He had dreamt of this moment for so long. Night upon night he had imagined how he might obtain vengeance. Now that it was unfolding before him though, he wondered if perhaps he had pursued his vision too relentlessly. Maybe he was trying to fulfil something that lay outside the natural order of events. Maybe things could have gone differently. But vengeance was his name and he would not forsake it ever again. Kursha's smiled broadened, exposing his teeth in a sharktooth grin. “Cute,” he said, regarding the blades. Nevertheless, he was satisfied. “Let's see how far those cheap stickers get you.” Without so much as a pause he twirled the gun onto his shoulder and fired.
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 12:39 am
HP: 17/20
Regeneration: 3
Damage: 5 + 1 (cheap military stickers) = 6 damage
Ganyma reacted before Kursha could even pull the trigger. He rocketed towards the greenblood, his boots digging into the forest dirt with alarm and surprising quickness. A shot sliced through the flesh of his forearm. It was a grazing wound, no different than a sharp wind in a storm. First blood streamed from his arm, sending hot daggers through his finger tips. He registered the sharp sensations momentarily, burned into his mind before they were painfully mended by the tight cauterizing feeling of his latent abilities. The damage had been done, but the wound would not be serious. In the meantime, his left arm would be unusable for a moment. It was what he got for allowing Kursha the first shot -- and now it was time to retaliate.
He was on top of Kursha now. He wouldn't let him get another shot in before he did, and his sight was clear and focused. Kursha's power was in the tools at his disposal. His shot was deadly, but he was weak. And while the weapons at the sturdy tealblood's disposal were insignificant in comparison, Kursha's oversight was dangerous: they were attached to Ganyma.
Using his momentum, Ganyma strafed to Kursha's off-side, arm cocked far back for an immense swing. He unloaded. His fist was a deadly bayonet. He released a clear, horizontal slash from Kursha's right chest straight to his left, not stopping or letting up for anything - except to seize the barrel of his gun. Ganyma whipped his arm back the opposite direction to regain his balance and throw of Kursha's. Ganyma snarled. Every facial muscle was furrowed and focused on Kursha, cutting deep as he appraised and analyzed the effects of his attack in the next few seconds. He could feel icy tingling in his left arm -- if he regained its ability soon he would be at a distinct advantage. If not... He would be point blank.
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Green Minuet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 1:30 am
Health: 14 Eagle Eyes: 2 Damage: 6 'Never bring a knife to a gun fight.' It had always seemed like a solid piece of advice; guns hit harder and had longer range. But Kursha was willing to bet that whoever had coined that phrase had never been in a death match because Ganyma crossed the distance between them in no time flat. The tealblood shrugged off the bullet like it was nothing and kept coming. Before Kursha could unload another cartridge, Ganyma had manoeuvred around to his side, fist raised to strike. There was no time. Kursha tried to turn, tried to angle his rifle as a shield, tried to do something. His opponent was too fast. He could not even follow the movement of Ganyma's fist. In less than half a second the blade had raked a bloody line across his chest. He had never felt such terrible pain in all his life. His surroundings burst in white. All the breath went out of him and he momentarily swooned. Then he felt the sharp tug from the barrel of his rifle. Oh, hell no. Kursha blinked back the tears in his eyes and his vision cleared. Ganyma was right in front of him. His grip tightened around the forestock. With a snarl, he rammed the muzzle up against Ganyma's collarbone and yanked the trigger. Unless Ganyma was an idiot, he would let go. Shoving off, Kursha tried to pull away. He needed to put some distance between them and fast. He could feel his blood leaving him like a river, staining his front. He had yet to evaluate the damage but just the thought made him feel sick.
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 1:34 am
Health: 13 (Ganyma's using regeneration)
Regeneration: 2
Damage: 6 + 1 = 7
Fear and pain. Ganyma's abilities were elusive and misunderstood, even to him. But that must have been the trigger. Even before he had taken the impact, his muscles would tighten. Scar tissue would grow rapidly in the affected area, defending him from the blast. Then, he would mend. The hurt was unavoidable, but Ganyma would overcome somehow. The thought was what would keep him going when he felt the muzzle of Kursha's gun press against his skin.
CRACK.
Ganyma felt his clavicle shatter. A thick spray of teal blood punctuated his cry of pain, and instinctively Ganyma let go to hold his own arm tight. It hung loose against his body, but not a moment later began to writhe at the shoulder. He was pulling back together - reducing the blow. Ganyma shuddered. His fingers twitched and flexed, and soon he felt the blood pooling again in his tightly clenched fist and dripping down his push blades. He had gained momentum. There was no stopping him now.
Ganyma grabbed the rifle once more, ripping it out of the way. He held fast to it -- this time, he had it in a vice. His freshly wounded arm came up in a flash. Bloody fingers wrapped around Kursha's neck and squeezed.
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Green Minuet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 8:57 am
Health: 7 Eagle Eyes: 2 Damage: 3 Teal blood spattered against Kursha's face and arms. He felt Ganyma release his grip on the weapon, and hopped back to put a bit of distance between them. Honestly though there was nothing to worry about. Victory was close at hand. No matter how much of a tank Ganyma was, even he could not survive a contact shot. Not for very long anyway. Despite the mind-numbing pain being relayed to his thinkpan, Kursha managed a grin. He had as good as won. He opened his mouth to crow his victory... and then his blood ran cold. No way. No. ********. Way. Ganyma's flesh rippled and flexed. Around the wound, the skin began to stitch itself back together. He was healing. Actually healing. Kursha frantically tried to recall any time he had seen the tealblood fight. The only thing that came to mind was the final battle against Captain Puchen, when Ganyma had intercepted his shot. But looking back that made sense. At the time, Kursha had been mystified when the other troll took what should have been a debilitating shot and walked away, seemingly unharmed. Now he knew that Ganyma had been unharmed; the son of a b***h possessed some kind of regeneration ability. That knowledge threw Kursha into a full-scale panic. How was he supposed to fight someone who could regenerate as quickly as he could shoot? As Kursha tried desperately to formulate a plan, Ganyma's wounds continued to seal. He had regained use of his arm. Before Kursha could think to pull back, Ganyma lunged, closing the small, precious distance between them. The tealblood grabbed the barrel of the rifle once more, wrenching it away. Then his free hand found Kursha's throat and closed around it. Kursha emitted a strangled gurgle before his vocal chords were pinched shut. Beneath Ganyma's ever tightening grip he could feel the bones in his neck being crushed. This time, there was no stopping the crying. Tears sprang into his eyes as he struggled for air. Something in his throat crunched. He might have screamed but his windpipe was blocked. With his vision darkening from lack of oxygen as well as blood loss, Kursha was hysterical. He lashed out at Ganyma wildly, kicking and hitting. A flailing knee caught the older troll in the midriff, and a set of knuckles in the face. All the while Kursha yanked and tugged on the rifle, desperate to win back the only thing that could save him, but his strength was failing. Each blow fell weaker than the last.
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 8:18 pm
Health: 12 (Ganyma's using regeneration)
Regeneration: 1
Damage: 1 + 1 = 2 to Luxara!
Kursha's blows connected. His chaotic movements made holding on difficult, causing Ganyma to reposition awkwardly. The tealblood grunted and braced around the neck tightly, but soon he couldn't hold his grip. Ganyma struggled. He released the greenblood's neck and as quickly as he could, drew his fist back. The fight was a tangled green mess. In no time he delivered a cutting blow, intending to hit Kursha's torso.
But he didn't. His momentum had been lost. Ganyma immediately reeled backwards to take stock of the situation. Luxara was in the line of fire. No. He jolted as though out of a dream, frantic to understand what was going on.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 8:20 pm
He could have killed her. He would have killed her. Luxara didn't understand. She didn't understand one bit. She was angry at herself for not trying to diffuse the situation physically when she could. Words did nothing, but action surely would have. Most of her ire was reserved for Kursha, though. He refused to listen to her, refused to give her a chance, and most importantly, had put that gun in her face. Twice. She wasn't some hostage to use for some ******** vendetta. As soon as the barrel moved away again, Luxara had gotten on her feet and kept on the move. Slow circling and dodging around the fight. Watching. Waiting for an opening to force the other greenblood to cease and desist. Kursha obviously needed to go down. He had lost his marbles. He had killed people. Luxara knew he had done something terrible, but she didn't realize he had offed others Ganyma knew. And what Gan had done, from what she got from Kursha's monologue...well...that would have to be addressed when murderfest was over.
Her current goal was to abolish fear from her life, and here she was on edge with the two people she had trusted the most. Funny.
The last thing Luxara had wanted was a fight of any sort, much less this mess. But she had let them go at it for a while. It hurt to watch either of her friends go at it like that with such heavy ferocity. Even though she was a bystander, the little greenblood could tell Kursha wasn't going to win easy. Her thin grin twitched a little. Good. Maybe he'd learn something from this, the pea-thinkpan. That isn't to say her fists didn't tighten a bit as Kursha's chest got sliced. But as she had gritted her teeth, she reminded herself that this was what he asked for. If he lost an eye, even, it was his own fault. He didn't get to play the victim for her anymore.
She knew Ganyma could hold his own. She had seen him wrestle a huge lusus before, after all. It was a major risk having him get in close to someone with a gun. If Kursha managed to aim for the cap's head, it would be all over. And it would be all her fault. But she hadn't worried much as he was wounded at first. No, Luxara wouldn't start to panic until the older teen had violently lost use of his arm. By all logic, the bullet should've made it useless, possibly permanently.
Luxara then started stepping closer to try to back him up in case he'd have to fight one-armed.
But then that same arm was moving like it had never been hit at all.
She didn't have much time to wonder how the hell that could be happening. Not with Ganyma holding Kursha in a choke-hold. The former was so strong still and the latter was losing air and momentum every second. Gan wasn't going to let up. He had every reason to squeeze the life out of his assailant.
She was going to watch Kursha die if she didn't do something.
"You both need to stop!" She ran in to at first try to get Ganyma to step off once Kursha would inevitably lose consciousness. But in a blink's worth of time, the tealblood had organically lost his hold, so instead put herself between them. Maybe she thought making herself an obstacle would be enough to make Ganyma pull back. That didn't account for Kursha, who had threatened her life only minutes before and would probably shoot right through her if that same bullet pierced her mentor.
Not that it mattered; she seemed to have been too fast for her own good. Kursha didn't get another deep cut this time. Luxara realized this as her face sent a huge spike of pain. On reflex, she screamed and crouched. Something dripped onto her folded arms. But it wasn't raining. She hesitantly raised her hands to her damp cheek. Then pawed around her eye. Odd how it was wet before she had even started to cry.
She found small yet deep grooves right next to her eye socket. It was hard to tell if she was half-blinded from the blood and searing pain, or if her vision had been damaged by the blow.
She had taken a serious blow for someone who hated her. Today was getting to be funnier all the time.
HP: 18 / 20
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Green Minuet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 1:40 am
Health: 7 Eagle Eyes: 1 Damage: 4 [Eagle Eyes] Just when he thought the entire world had been submerged in darkness, the pressure on his neck relented; he was free. Kursha moved faster than he had any right to. Still close to blind, he kicked off of Ganyma and spun away. A second later he felt his hands hit the grass. Kneeling, Kursha coughed and gasped for breath. Warm sweet air filled his lungs. It was not without its cost though. With every breath, his throat seemed to rattle. He coughed harder. As his vision returned, he saw green spots of blood staining his hands. More flecked his lips and chin. Though Kursha's mind was in a fog, there was one thing he understood: he had no time to make a full recovery. He did not know what had saved him, but he needed to act before Ganyma could get on top of him again. Or worse, shoot him. It suddenly occurred to Kursha that in his desperation to get away he had left the gun behind. That was all right. He could still salvage this. Somehow. Kursha turned his head from the forest floor to find Ganyma. He froze. “Xa...ra...?” he croaked in confusion. His voice came out in a rattle and he immediately regretted speaking. Sure enough, crouched down in front of tealblood was Luxara, hiding her face. Then she pulled her hands away. His eyes widened. No. Kursha's mouth twisted into a snarl. Staggering to his feet, he slid the switchblade out of his pocket. His vision, which had remained blurry and spotted, suddenly came into focus, eight times sharper. His gaze focussed narrowly on the place between the bridge of Ganyma's nose and his eye. Hardly thinking of what he was doing, Kursha extended the blade, drew back his arm, and threw. The knife flashed from his fingers like a silver pinwheel.
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 1:48 pm
Health: 8
Regeneration: 1
Damage: 2 + 1 = 3
Ganyma was taken aback still. As the realization of his critical error dawned on him, he felt numb. The blow hit him without consequence, an intriguingly he found himself wounded. His regeneration had ceased with his lack of focus. “Lux…” The name tumbled from his throat as he doubled over.
Kursha. He couldn’t be of use to Luxara if he was dead. Not to mention… He had already failed to protect her once.
He was cut off immediately. A knife slashed perfectly where it had intended to, knocking him back. Ganyma staggered, clutching his face. This was a horrific opening. Ganyma staggered forward, now blind. He managed a quick blow into Kursha before he lost his balance, disoriented and overwhelmed.
Turn this around quickly, boy. Or you're dead. Meat.
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Green Minuet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 2:44 am
Health: 4 Eagle Eyes: 1 Damage: 6 Kursha took grim satisfaction in seeing the knife slice open the flesh near Ganyma's eye: exactly where he intended. Luxara would probably hate him for that. More than she already did. He had no idea why he was wasting his energy in getting revenge for someone who wouldn't appreciate it, but retribution was all he had to offer. She had taken a hit for him, and he owed her justice at the very least. There was no time to gloat though. Ganyma still had possession of the rifle, and Kursha had thrown away his only other weapon. He had to take advantage of the situation before he lost the opportunity forever. Diving towards the tealblood, he reached for the gun. At the same time, Ganyma swung. Kursha lurched backwards. Too slow. The blade slid from his side towards his stomach, parallel to his ribs. Hissing in pain, he grabbed hold of the rifle. There would be no retreat. It was his damn gun and Ganyma couldn't have it, no matter what the cost. He pulled at the weapon with strength he didn't know he had, and was surprised when the rifle came away in his hands. Ganyma's grip had slipped. Kursha was thrown off balance but only momentarily. Heels digging into the grass, he whirled. He did not bother with the proper firing stance. At such a close range it did not matter, and time was precious. Wielding the rifle like a handgun, Kursha aimed at Ganyma's exposed back. Point-blank. This was it. He was at the edge of his limits. It was do or die. Win or lose. Kursha squeezed the trigger.
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 10:53 am
Health: 4 (using regeneration)
Regeneration: 0
Damage: 3 + 1 = 4 damage
Ganyma's back tensed. He felt his insides rumbling and preparing for something, but he didn't know what until the thin cylinder of metal rocketed out of his chest. A gargled gasp escaped his lips, proceeded by a refreshing tang of blood. Everything went dark.
Staggering, holding both hands at his sides with conviction. His focus was bleary; long hair matted in front of his eyes, his features thoroughly soaked enough to obscure his features. He didn't need to see to take Kursha down.
With the last of his energy, Ganyma whirled on his feet. One arm shot out with the momentum, snatching the barrel of the gun a final time. He had enough velocity to rip it soundly from his hands, twisting Kursha's wrists with violent force. The other fist followed. Coming around his torso like a runaway train, it connected with Kursha's ribcage with a gruesome crack. He followed through. A sound thrust more and Kursha would be on the ground.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 4:52 pm
Health: 0It would not take even that. Ganyma's fist connected like a sledgehammer. A fresh fount of blood spurted from between Kursha's teeth, as he felt one of his ribs snap. His eyes went wide. Despite bracing himself, he was knocked back by the force of the blow. The pushblade exited his chest, a tendril of blood dripping from its point. Kursha choked, a small sound between a sob and a whimper escaping his throat. Then his knees buckled and he slid to the ground. He collapsed face down. He was in so much pain, he was unable to localise it. It had gone from a result of injury to a state of being. Several lacerations, a crushed windpipe, fractured rib... none of that had any meaning. He willed himself to get to his feet, to stand up and keep fighting, but his body would not cooperate. He was done. Broken. With a great force of willpower Kursha turned his head to the side. The crosshairs had dimmed from his eyes and he struggled to hold his vision steady. The knife he had thrown lay close by, half-hidden in the grass. He tried to focus on that, as he took shallow breaths through his mouth. Even the slightest breath of air caused fresh spasms of pain to shoot through his body. Why? He had tried so hard. He had tempered his resolve with the fury of his hate, and followed through with what he thought was destiny. Karmic retribution. So why? Why had he failed? Where had he gone so terribly wrong? There was no particular moment that stood out to him. His mind was in a fog. Vaguely, he thought of the Colonel back on Busthind Mountain. Once again, he was a disappointment. Not that she cared any more. He was just another failure, a miserable reminder that a warrior's weapon could not be forged from weak material. He was no soldier. He could not even exact proper justice. Kursha's temper flared. If she had been here, this might not have happened. He might not have been laying in the mud, watching as his blood drained pointlessly into the soil. But no. He always had to do everything by himself. It was always up to him. It wasn't fair. It never was. Kursha's fingers curled. He pushed himself onto his hands and knees, his breathing laboured. His hair hung limp around his face. Teeth bared, he leaned back onto his heels and turned his face towards Ganyma. It was the night at the theatre all over again. The tealblood loomed over him, while he huddled on the ground, helpless and weak. A loser. No. He would rather die first. “Don't you dare look down on me!” Kursha snarled, jaw clenching. Some of the fire had reignited in his eyes. Spit flew from his lips. He managed to sit up and jerked a thumb towards the wounds on his chest. “You think this means something? You think you've won?”He grabbed the switchblade from where it lay in the grass. His gaze caught the edge of the knife. It drew him in like a black hole. Kursha's mouth tightened in a grim line, and he steeled himself. Then the knife flashed. There was a spray of blood. Green blood. “This is nothing!” he rasped. His fist tightened around the handle of the blade that he had plunged into his own chest. It took all his effort just to keep from screaming. But that wasn't enough. Not by a long shot. He remembered his resolve. If there was one thing he had in this world it was strength of will. Kursha wrenched the blade downwards with a fury. Blood spilled over his stomach. He welcomed it out of pure spite. “You think you're so great just 'cause you got a few good hits in but that doesn't mean jack. You're nothing. You're garbage. And I won't drop so easily. You gotta mean it. Really mean it. Remember what I said before, Ganyma? When I blew up the theatre? You can't win unless you strike without mercy.” Kursha continued to carve as he spoke. An icon began to appear. The wounds Ganyma had inflicted were indistinguishable from those that Kursha had made. Between the two they formed grisly crosshair. Completing the last tick mark, he flung the knife away. “So whattaya say, Ganyma?” He grinned and spread his arms open side. “Plant the ******** right here and claim your victory! If you have the guts that is! Ha! Ha!” A bloody laugh bubbled up from Kursha's throat, wild and unrestrained. He was gone. Far gone.
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