Ever hadn't been expecting that -- the blow driving him back a few steps, as Ever struggled to bring his blade up to block the swing of Zeke's axe. He was surprised for just a moment, and then it turned into a laugh, pleased, as he ducked in again to smack at Zeke. More gently, this time.
They could both be surprised, pleasantly so, apparently. Zeke laughed as well, and tried to twitch away from Ever as he smacked at him again. "Temporarily distracted," he'd correct, flashing pearly whites in a wolfish grin.
It was time to see just what he could do with the weapon as she was now--how very versatile she could be. It wasn't any sort of axe Zeke had ever seen before. Some kind of b*****d mix between a short battle axe and a flail. He gave the more harmless of the two handles a spin, aiming it at teh Life's backside.
HP: 38 DMG: 3 CHG: 2/3
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 8Total: 9 (2-20)
A solid little thwack -- which meant Ever made a sharp noise, spinning around to smack Zeke up the chin, just enough to make his teeth clack, expression full of false indignation.
Zeke's teeth did, indeed, clack. He grunted, stepping back as he shifted his jaw from left to right, bu that smile was still there when he closed his mouth again. "Probably should, if you want to hold onto that winning streak of your's." There was a challenge in his voice, in those pale eyes as he brought the axe up between them.
Most impressive evolution, Laggy.
She gave a pleased rumble, and as Zeke jerked forward again to swing weapon in a two handed arch across Ever's torso.
HP: 35 DMG: 6 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2Total: 11 (2-20)
Distracting -- fine. He stepped in close, then, as the axe swung back, so that they almost touched chest to chest -- and took advantage of the moment to aim a sharp elbow into Zeke's stomach. He didn't back away when he was done, because when did he ever give ground willingly?
"You seem better off than I expected, honest. You usually suck at this."
He grunted with the elbow to the gut, wheezing out a chuckle as Ever stepped into him. It resulted in a leer, the narrowing of pale eyes that came with the ever present urge to pull the other man for a less than gentle kiss. "Usually," he agreed easily, no lost pride.
He shifted his foot, heel catching behind one of Ever's ankles and yanking hard, spilling the blonde to the ground in a heap before dropping down on top of him. Knees hit on either side, and he brought the chain of his weapon down across thin shoulders, pressing heavily onto it as he leaned forward. "Apparently not this time." He murmured it, lips brushing lips. Taking advantage.
HP: 30 DMG: 13 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 3Total: 4 (2-8)
Ever hit the ground hard enough to knock all the breath out of him, and stayed there for a dazed sort of moment: blades up, at least, to keep Zeke from knocking him silly again. He barely brushed their weapons together, didn't have the sense to meet Zeke's lips for a proper distraction, but he did let off his charge.
Nothing happened. Not yet. But there was an eager brightness to his expression.
HP: 14/50 Charge: 0/3 DMG: 0
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Third Tier: Dice: 2d4 First Dice: indicates how many turns the effect will last, starting with your next regular attack. xxxxx1: 1 Turn xxxxx2-3: 2 Turns xxxxx4: 3 Turns Second Dice: represents how much health you steal per hit. xxxxx1: 0% (Absorb no health) xxxxx2: 50% (divide your damage by 2) xxxxx3-4: 75% (multiply your damage by .75)
Beejoux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-8)
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Zeke was all hungry smiles and self-satisfaction when he draw back enough to look down at the man beneath him. What he saw on pale features made his brows twitch, curiously. An answering eagerness, dark eyes shiny and bright, and excited.
It could have been from being pinned to the ground, or it could have been something else. Something that had the Mist pressing even harder on the chain across Ever's shoulders.
He'd never had this sort of strength before. Muscled, certainly, he'd been strong before Deus had found him, but all that muscle amounted to nothing when the people he faced off against had a closer bond with their weapons. Now he was catching up, and he loved it. Power and control, he always wanted it, always craved it. Ever had let him have it before, but now Zeke was strong enough to take it.
HP: 30 DEF: 2 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6Total: 9 (2-20)
With a little shift, a twitch of his hands, Ever managed to get his dagger under the chain of Zeke's weapon -- and, despite his skinny arms, he actually managed to wiggle it away from his chest, give himself just a bit more breathing room.
The very tip of his stiletto pinged across Zeke's hand, and as it did, it leeched just a bit of his shield to refill Ever's -- and with it came that slow curl of something pleasant, laid over any pain.
HP: 16/50 [+2] Charge: 0/3 DMG: 3
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Third Tier: Dice: 2d4 First Dice: indicates how many turns the effect will last, starting with your next regular attack. xxxxx1: 1 Turn xxxxx2-3: 2 Turns xxxxx4: 3 Turns Second Dice: represents how much health you steal per hit. xxxxx1: 0% (Absorb no health) xxxxx2: 50% (divide your damage by 2) xxxxx3-4: 75% (multiply your damage by .75)
Closer bond or not, Ever was still a lot stronger than he looked, and he made Zeke work to keep the upper hand. The chain moved, lifting away from thin shoulders as the taller man pushed back against it.
The tip of the stiletto nicked the back of his hand, and there wasn't even time to notice if it had hurt or not before something else washed over him. He grunted, shuddering as the charged washed over him, and the chain slipped through his hands before they hit the ground on either side of Ever's head. "s**t." His voice was shaky, laughter and something else entirely. A Fear like that just wasn't fair, but God, did it feel good.
When he was confident he wouldn't just fall on top of him, Zeke's hand snapped out to catch Ever's wrist, forcing it down against the ground above his head, keeping the sharp point of the dagger away from him. "What was that about kicking my a**?" Teeth nipped at the blonde's chin, fingers squeezing that delicate feeling wrist as he leaned his weight onto it, looming over the Lifer, inches away.
HP: 27 DMG: 9 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2Total: 11 (2-20)
"Everyone's entitled to a lucky day, Zeke." He wriggled under Zeke -- and it was probably a familiar sort of feeling, as he struggled to bring one leg up and knock Zeke askew. Ever was flushing slowly, now, a little bit breathless, but he did manage to get a knee up against the other man's hip, harder than Zeke might have been expecting.
"Lucky day?" He gave a short bark of laughter, eyes shiny for numerous reasons at this point. Focus wavering just a bit between the flush coloring Ever's face and throat, and the struggling squirm of the body beneath him. Distracting. Enough for him to miss the leg sliding up until it was ramming into his hip.
It sent him over, and he lost his grip on the other man's wrist as he hit the ground beside him, but not without the harsh bite of nails against pale skin. Scraping and digging as he tried to keep his grip.
HP: 22 DMG: CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 5Total: 12 (2-20)
Rolls reversed: this time, Ever came down on top of Zeke, all bony knees and jutting elbows again, hitting hard in return. There were, it seemed, no blows pulled between them. His eyes were bright, his shield fragile, and Amory sighed disapprovingly in the back of his mind as he settled a hand near Zeke's throat.
A knee to the stomach forced the air from Zeke in a grunted that tapered into a wheezing laugh. If their switched position worried him at all, the Mist certainly didn't show it. He was all sharp grins and bright eyes as Ever's hand snaked up to lay thin fingers along his throat.
"We'll see." It wasn't just confidence at this point, it was cockiness. This new found strength was giving him something like a rush. A natural high that had his pulse jumping under Ever's hand, energy cording in muscles.
His weapon as beside him on the ground, but he didn't go for it. Instead he went for the messy crop of pale curls, tangling fingers in soft waves, down to the scalp. Using his wait, he'd pitch them both sideways, but with his grip on Ever's hair he'd spin the man around to pin him chest down on the ground, a knee dropping into the small of his back. Once again he loomed over him, holding him down with an arm across the back of his shoulders and the painful fistful of hair he maintained.
He kept the pressure on as he sank down so their faces were closer together, let him see the look in pale eyes.
His heart was hammering now -- and, maybe, Ever was genuinely afraid, just a little bit. Of course, that was the point, was the heart of the game. It wouldn't have been quite so fun without that little thrum up through him, the little catch in his breath. And it also wouldn't have been quite so much fun if he just gave in to it.
"Yeah, well, I'm still taller than you," He offered, sideways.
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