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 Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:01 pm
Absolutely outrageous! "Get off of me!" The Martyr screamed and clawed furiously at the Carnival God in a violent rage. How dare he try to make a mockery of her during their fight. She was not some jungle gym he could climb about on as he pleased. Once she managed to grab a hold of the jester she flung him as hard and far as she could. "You little pest..." Her voice filled with anger. "You do not even realize what you have done to yourself, have you? It's all a game, isn't it?"
HP: 27 - 2 = 25
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:04 pm
Venezia tried his hardest to land gracefully but stumbled about like a drunk struggling to find their footing for a few seconds. "Hehehe... Hmm... that I angered a scary dragon?" He teased before flicking a wrist to summon another dagger. "Why yes, if life isn't a game, then what is it?" He aimed and tried to land the dagger right between her eyes. "I don't think you realize what you have done to yourself. You're a very bitter person... I still think of a woman scorn."
HP: 30 - 2 = 28
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:08 pm
The Martyr had to laugh. This jester thought he knew what he was talking about. The she was a woman scorn? How pitiful. She was no such thing. She simply believed the happiness everyone sought was an illusion and that suffering was the only way to live. It was only through suffering one could really live and see life for what it is. "Very funny, jester." She raised a hand and caught the blade before it could find its target. "Still... you do not realize what I mean." She smirked and rushed towards the Carnival God and elbowed him in the stomach before using her other hand to drive the blade into his gut.
HP: 25 - 2 = 23
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:13 pm
"Apparently not.." Venezia waved a hand dismissively. "Unless if you mean I'll suffer... in which case I won--" The wind left his lungs mid-sentence as he felt the Martyr elbow him in the stomach. A moment later he felt a burning pain as the blade pierced through. He staggered back as quickly as he could, clutching the fresh wound. "Heheh..." He paused to gain a few breaths. "That's not very nice..~~ If you think I should suffer maybe you should too?" The Carnival God created a few more daggers and tossed them Martyr's way, one by one, in a knife throwing fashion.
HP: 28 - 3 = 25
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:19 pm
The dragon-like Goddess managed to dodge once, twice, but not the third time. It missed the scaled plating on her chest and struck right above in the collar bone. "I suffer every moment, jester. That is what you do not understand." She growled and paid no mind to the blade that stuck out of her flesh. She was beyond the point of caring and simply wished to make the God before her suffer from defeat. A defeat would make it much easier for him to see her ways and listen to the nagging voices that she was sure grew louder the longer he stayed in her presence. Spreading out her wings she rushed towards the colorful God, flapping them a few times to gain speed, almost gliding towards him. It was at the last second she pulled the dagger from her skin and struck the God in the same spot he had so kindly hit her in.
HP: 23 - 2 = 21
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:23 pm
Venezia shook his head. "You suffer how exactly..? By seeking out battles you cannot win..?" He blinked, startled by her momentum, bringing his arms up to block the attack. When the blade dug into his forearm he hissed back a cry of pain. He needed his arms in good condition to do his tricks... Note to self - extra padding in sleeves next time. Thicker fabric? Eh, he could muse over it later. With his foot raised he kicked back the Goddess to gain some distance and tossed another dagger at her, now knowing to aim away from the scaling that protected her like armor.
HP: 25 - 2 = 23
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:27 pm
The Martyr stepped back, her wings slouching a bit. Fatigue was beginning to set in whether she wished to acknowledge it or not. Still she did not lose focus and moved accordingly to try and dodge the dagger thrown her way, which managed to graze her skin. She snarled a bit and spun around, striking the God with the spiked end of her tail. "It's in your very nature to betray. You are all betrayers! And you will suffer for it. Every last one of you."
HP: 21 - 2 = 19
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:32 pm
Waiting for the right timing, Venezia hopped over her tail as if it were a jump rope. His focus though began to wane, not from her words but from the overwhelming feeling of dread. It was stronger than it was when he first noticed it and had been building over time. He placed his hands on the sides of his mask and closed his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts which constantly chattered. "...You're twisted." Venezia finally said and looked up at her. "I don't know who betrayed you but yes, you are a woman scorn... that much is a truth now." He frowned behind the smiling mask and raised his unwounded arm. "You need some time out~! Again a good nap!" He stepped forwards, dashing into a run and swiped at her with a dagger. "Let me help you with that~!"
HP: 23 - 1 = 22
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:37 pm
When the jester began to show signs of weakness, Martyr couldn't help but smile. It was such a beautiful sight to see him struggle against the curse that changed her kind for good. But what shocked her was he managed to regain focus. She wondered what drove him to keep on fighting. Again - she realized he needed to be more broken before he succumbed to it completely. If she didn't win here, she could at least manipulate the situation from afar... And weave a web of suffering within the Carnival so grand nothing could fix it. The visions of such glory clouded her mind for a moment and she did not see Venezia rush at her at first. When she realized he had moved it was too late and he was close enough to strike her. The only reaction she managed was to shove the God away with one of her arms and lash out a fist at him in return.
HP: 19 - 2 = 17
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:42 pm
Venezia knew he had an opportunity and couldn't let it go to waste. He ducked under her arm when she went to push him away. After ducking he struck at her leg, moving the blade upwards to slice from her lower leg to upper in one swift motion. He tried to push the blade as deep as he could manage, hoping to hinder her movement greatly. Then he would truly have the upper hand.
HP: 22 - 1 = 21
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:44 pm
The fatigue made Martyr's reactions slower than normal. She felt a sharp stabbing pain in her lower leg and by the time she looked down the pain seared all the way to the top. Roaring loudly in pain she raised both her fists and slammed them down on the jester's head as she slide to the floor. The b*****d must have torn a muscle or two. She was sure if she needed to she could force herself to her feet once more but the pain was too much to bare at the moment.
HP: 17 - 4 - 13
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:48 pm
Venezia didn't think she'd try to hit him as she fell. But as soon as he noticed he was on the move to get out of the way and the fists slammed down on his shoulder. He yelped in pain from the force of the blow but rolled out of the way before she managed to do any further damage. He took a moment to get back up, the wound from his stomach giving him a bit of trouble now that the shock had worn off. He clutched at his side as he rose. It took another moment for him to forge a dagger and throw it at her, aiming for her wings. "...Tell me... why did you truly come here? Certainly it wasn't just to attack me...!"
HP: 21 - 2 = 19
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:52 pm
The Martyr kept her hands on her leg the best could while she steeled herself to move once again. "You are lost -- I simply came here to make you see the error of your ways! If only you would choose to join me you would see how much better things could be! You would be able to make them all see how you are right and they are wrong." She growled and tried to rise back to her feet. When she stumbled a bit the dagger hit her wing causing her to curse under her breath. He truly was a lot tougher than he looked... and the Martyr would figure out why. Then break him. Oh yes, one day he will be fully shattered. She pulled the dagger from her wing and tossed it to the ground and opted for a rock nearby, pelting the Carnival God with it, aiming for his mask.
HP: 13 - 3 = 10
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:56 pm
"What would joining you prove? If anything it would prove that they were right! I don't understand you and your reasoning." Venezia quickly replied. True, Terror was his friend... and he had joined up with Morgana previously to fight against the God of Darkness. But really what would joining up with Martyr prove? It wouldn't solve any of his problems back at the Carnival. None. It wouldn't change the past either. When his thoughts snapped back to the situation at hand he found a rock just inches from his face and the impact was imminent. The mask was cracked like glass, a few porcelain shards falling to the ground. Wide-eyed, Venezia clutched at his mask to keep it on his face. His vision now was reduced and he would have to hope and pray lady luck was on his side. He made another dagger appear and winged it at the dragon-like goddess.
HP: 19 - 4 = 15
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