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Well, when you're ready, generate a random number from 1-2. 1, I start, 2, you start.

Then we just write. The battle will go where we decide it will go.

"Ready, Vii?" I said.
She accidentally barked eagerly in response. "Ahem—I mean, 'yes.'"

I take the lantern off my staff, putting it somewhere out of the way so as not to break it. "Here goes," I say, charging and striking the first blow. She absorbs it, moving in the same direction as the hit to take less damage, then throws a clawed attack back. It cuts my arm, drawing blood, and I reel back. She grins, pouncing and knocking me over. I hold my staff between us, but she manages to score several swiped about my armor before I push her off. We both take a moment to regain our balance.

(( Just because I'm starting doesn't mean I get the upper hand first! Your turn. ))

(( Short posts are generally best for this sort of fight. ))

Nyrk stumbled forward, letting go of his staff in a desperate attempt to keep his footing, but to no avail. He tossed his arms in front of him to soften the fall; two feet landed on his cross to do just the opposite. The exorcist let out a painful breath as the wind was knocked out of him. He unhinged his cross, letting it fall to the side before getting back up. As he rose back to his feet, he met a flurry of swipes, most of which damaged his armor, but a few more catching his unarmored limbs. He fought to ignore the wounds, and with lucky timing, managed to catch Vii's arm with his right hand as she was about to strike his face. He pulled Vii into his left elbow, crushing her with it before letting go, then knelt to pick up his staff as she recomposed herself.

(( Hmm... if you think you're getting hit too hard, you can always write yourself the upper hand, Vii. We're not fighting to win, we're fighting for the sake of fighting, after all. :D ))

Nyrk relented; rather than draw a stake, he decided to persist with his hands. He threw a solid jab, but Vii sidestepped it. Nyrk tried again with a quick right punch, but Vii struck the offending arm, dealing more damage to it than he did to her. Nyrk tried instead to get good footing, then delivered a heavy right hook. Vii ducked under it with vulpine agility, taking advantage of the opening to tackle the exorcist to the ground. He struggled to get Vii off of him, but without a staff between them, Vii managed to tear off several plates of armor before Nyrk barely managed to roll out from under her and get back up.

Fighting barehanded against a werewolf was not Nyrk's best idea...

The coat ripped as Nyrk lunged forward to free himself, and immediately upon doing so, he turned around, landing a solid blow to Vii's side. She was knocked down to her side, but kept the momentum to roll back to her feet; all four of them. She rushed forward, slamming against Nyrk's left leg and causing him to fall on his side. She pounced to take advantage of the moment, but Nyrk cut her off but smashing his elbow into her shoulder, forcing her back and allowing Nyrk to return to his feet. He got up much less gracefully, but still kept himself composed despite all the injuries he was beginning to gather. Vii had a few bruises, but had vitality to match Nyrk's resilience.

(( That should do it. Thanks, by the way! Your turn. ))

The exorcist was hasty about regaining his footing, watching Vii circle around him with caution. She went around four times, dragging her timing out, until at last, she suddenly leapt for his left side. Nyrk raised his forearm against her, which he gladly accepted, biting down viciously on it. The pain and force caused him to crumple for a moment, but he kept his feet in the earth, pulling back. It was a game of tug-of-war, only in lieu of a rope, the combatants were using Nyrk's arm, much to his dismay. The continuous pain put the taste of bile in Nyrk's mouth as he continued to pull to retrieve his arm, until he made his move, stepping forward and punching Vii on the nose and at last taking back his bleeding arm.

(( You can't see it because it's covered, but I put a bite mark on my arm. =P ))

Nyrk's injured arm sent a startling jolt of pain through his body, forcing a reflex. It manifested in a kick, taking the wolf's jaw off the arm almost as quickly as it had latched on, and tearing flesh off with it. Nyrk's arm was bleeding horribly now, but he continued to fight with his remaining limbs. Vii leaned forward before him, looking for an opening. Suddenly, she darted past him, then leapt from behind. Nyrk had turned around as quickly as he could, but now she was upon his ankle, threatening to thrown Nyrk off balance. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, wresting the wolf off his leg and holding her dangling in the air...

(( Leaving you to decide how that works out. :D ))

Nyrk held Vii to the ground for a moment. Vii struggled to get up, but Nyrk's boot seemed as immovable a force as his will. He didn't attempt to crush Vii, but did not raise his foot until Vii finally went still. At last, the exorcist lifted his boot, letting the wolf sit upright. Nyrk took a seat himself, on his crucifix. He began bandaging his arm.

"Well, that was quite a fight. What do you say we pick it up later?" He suggested between breaths, hoping to get a break.