Ever didn't have that same grace -- and, honestly, he probably never would be that graceful, that spry. Getting up to stand, for him, was just a bit rough. Slightly fumbling. A scrabble to get out from under Zeke's axe, a push that brought him to his knees and then up to stand...
He didn't hard, this time. Just a nick against Zeke's shield before he stepped back, wary. And the sensation of a distant leech...
HP: 24 DMG: 0 [4 for next 4 rounds] CHG: 0/3
Tainted Fang:
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
Ever's scramble up was met with an amused leer, Zeke drawing back the length of chain before the other man was snapping in again. A nick this time, too light to hurt, and it earned a chuckle. "What was that?" Of course, he should have known. Should have had some idea what was coming, because Lagertha was in his head urging him to use her own charge.
There was a second, less, then that awful sense of bleeding out draining the color from tanned skin and leeching away the humor from Zeke's face, had him narrowing his eyes at the Lifer. "That's just cold." It felt so wrong. "You couldn't have used the nice one?" He actually sounded a touched annoyed, seemed just a bit unsteady on his feet.
When he brought the axe around again for another swipe the blade whistled past, a fraction of an inch from Ever's torso.
HP: 31 DMG: Of course CHG: 3/3
and be blue
Beejoux
Wrathful Demigod
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10Total: 19 (2-20)
"Because this one messes with your head game, Zeke." Ever sounded just faintly amused, himself: the voice in the back of his own mind cooled some by the burst of his charge. Admittedly, though, Amory was growling for the other as well. Everyone enjoyed that one.
But this one, well. It really did the job. He stepped in while Zeke reeled, pressing him surprisingly hard, unafraid to hit him like a ton of bricks.
Well, that was certainly true. "So does the other one," he protested, half exasperated, before Ever was stepping in again, delivering a vicious blow that seemed to penetrate down to the bone. Power. More powerful than he'd come to expect from the Life. That sent him reeling as well, sucking a pained breath in past his teeth as stumbled, had to catch himself with a hand on the grass, then pushed back up unsteadily.
This was infinitely harder with the leeching effects of the charge still turning his stomach.
{If he is going to play dirty, why not do the same, Boil?}
Zeke didn't usually use his charge against Ever, or at least hadn't recently. But, the Life had taken things to that level.
Getting his feet under him again, Zeke took the handle of his axe in both hands, drawing it up over his head, then bringing it down in a wide, almost wild arch. It was the same swirling windstorm it had always been, a concentrated hurricane, but stronger now.
HP: 14 DMG: 16 CHG: 0/3
and be blue
Beejoux
Wrathful Demigod
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 6Total: 12 (2-20)
The wind stole the breath from Ever, sent him staggering back a bit -- struggling to draw in, to recover. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure that Zeke had ever used this attack on him. Or, if he had, not quite with so much force --
still, wincing and streaked, his shield crumbling just a touch, Ever drew himself forward, inch by inch, to drive his shoulder into the other man, moving them out of the whipping winds and onto more level, fair ground.
The shoulder check sent them both stumbling, and the contained storm ended abruptly. Zeke grunted, smacked into the ground without being able to throw an arm out to protect himself, and reached instead for the Lifer that had plowed into him. Fingers curling into the lapels of his coat to drag him down as he curled a leg up between them.
A foot connected with Ever's stomach, and with a mighty push he sent the lighter man over his head in a sloppier version of something he'd seen in martial arts.
{You cannot take much more damage, Boil.
I feel it.
The climb back to his feet this time wasn't half as smooth. It came with a groan, the shake of his head as he tried to shake off the effects of Ever's charge and failing.
Ever wanted to get up and take just one more swing -- with Amory grumbling at the back of his mind, certain that they were this close to winning the fight -- but at this point, he couldn't quite seem to catch his breath. His chest felt like he'd been hit by a ton of bricks and, honestly, it was probably for the best he hadn't eaten in a while.
If he had, it would have ended up all over Zeke's shoes.
"Urg."
beejoux
Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 2:40 pm
God, how long does that damn charge last?
{Long enough to compromise your shield. You got lucky}
She was right, he could feel it cracking, crumbling away like smashed glass.
The fight was over, but the effects lingered, leeching color from otherwise tanned features and stretching his lips into a rather thin line as took a step closer before dropping heavily to his knees beside the other man. "Have I mentioned how much I hate that ******** charge?" He was getting light headed, stomach turning unpleasantly, but it seemed like it was finally starting to fade.
"That was a good one, though." The humor was slipping back into his voice, at least.
"I had you." But pained as he was, it came out low and muffled. He stayed for another very long moment, flat on his back on the first, before he tried to move -- slowly levering himself up onto one elbow, and then to a sitting position, a slow breath sliding out of him as he did. He was going to bruise, probably, only the shields here keeping it from being something worse.
"Ow."
Beejoux
Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 3:28 pm
Zeke snorted in amusement. "Had me, and lost me. Don't be a sore loser now, sweetheart."
As cavalier as he might have sounded, Zeke's gaze had settled keenly on Ever as the other man had started to sit up, watching as he moved. The wards certainly kept him from dealing great bodily harm to the Life, but it didn't stop everything.
Of course Zeke was going to have his own bruises from this little brawl. "Shower would probably feel really ******** good right about now." Hot water pounding on sore flesh.
"I think you should carry me." It was a joke, probably -- except that Zeke had carried him here, against his will, and maybe it was only fair turnaround if he carried him back out, too. And Ever took the joke all the way, at least, holding his arms up for Zeke to take, to haul him up off the ground and away.
beejoux
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:35 am
The comment was answered with a long considering look before Zeke's lips twitched in a smile and he shook his head, finally pushing a hand into the ground at his side to heave himself back to his feet.
"Did I break you?" There was a warm rumble behind it as he reached for Ever's arms and pulled him back up. "I didn't think you were that delicate." Hands shifted, one arm going across the back of the blonde's shoulders, and the other dropping to catch his knees, scooping him up. In no hurry, the Mist headed for the dorms. "72 hours starts now." His grin was positively nefarious.
