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It was another lovely weekend at Amityville Academy, and as per usual, Altair intended on spending none of it sober. The demon had been playing far too much, taking a blow right in the gpa and inciting near-daily lectures from his father. So now weekdays were reserved for attempting productivity, but Altair took the weekends for himself with great relish. He'd rolled a few special cigs and was hiking out with his Asteroid Belt at his side to go on an adventure whilst blazed. One never knew what they would find on a romp through Amityville, particularly when one was not quite in one's right mind.

His hiking carried him past the monster dorms, which reminded him with some displeasure of getting punched in the nose by a certain skinwalker. More frustrating still, they hadn't gotten to finish their fight thanks to the meddling of that mindflayer. It still rankled with the incubus that he'd had to back down, though his only other option had been to take a beating. Siding with a monster against a demon! Not that Altair held himself to be particularly prejudiced, but certainly monsters were more bestial than demons, and far easier to slap down like dogs. Nukpana needed to learn his place. Although he'd provoked precisely what he'd wanted out of the skinwalker, he hadn't been able to send back his own message in return.

This needed rectifying.

Altair fumed to himself silently as he hiked through the forest, skirting the swamp behind the monster dorms carefully. He was on his guard the moment he caught the movement of someone in the brush, a little red-eyed but clear headed, his guarded look immediately shifting to one of surprise and then amusement when he realized who it was as the beast took on humanoid shape. Of course, Nuk. Speak of the monster. He felt a thrill at Nuk's threat. It seemed the skinwalker was looking for the same thing he was: a fight.

The incubus snorted. "You were lucky you had backup last time. Jack knows you wouldn't stand a chance in a one on one with me," he eyed the skinwalker, his half-smirk curling up one corner of his mouth. The Asteroid Belt was posturing at his side, eyes blazing and horns swaying up at the much larger being, but Altair shooed Dakari aside, arching his tail, winking coyly at Nuk.

"I owe you one for that punch. Maybe a couple," the demon growled, arching his clawed fingers, baring his fangs a little, his forked black tongue flicking out snakelike.

Altair bared his teeth a little at how Nuk narrowed his eyes at him, first in a grin but then in a snarl as he said that Riley could have taken him. The incubus hadn't had the balls to take his chances against the pair of them, but he thought he could handle the mindflayer. She was tough, but she wasn't the only one with tentacles around here. However, Nuk wasn't lying when he said that he was more physically powerful than her, and by comparison, him. He'd joined the fitness club in the hopes of bulking up a bit, but for now, the skinwalker had weight on him, a solidly built little knobgoblin.

The incubus hissed through his teeth a little as the monster got in his face, eyes narrowing, rigid, every muscle taut as he got so close, clenching clawed fingers into fists, his tail flicking in agitation when he grabbed his collar, growling as Nuk snapped in his face. He grinned, flicking his tongue again, daring him. "Bite me, skinwalker. You're just a cursed human," he nearly purred, flicking out his tentacles, two of the sleek black appendages exuding from his back, expending Fear.

Altair knew his words would provoke some sort of reaction, the incubus delighting in angering the skinwalker by inches. Not that it was hard to piss the skinwalker off, not when it came to him, it seemed. It was true, the paintball practice hadn't been enough-- even if he'd nailed him in the nuts, there was something more satisfying about the thought of his fist hitting Nuk in the face to return his favor. And now that the demon had his full attention and they were finally alone, he fully intended on laying Nuk out. But the reaction came too quickly, the incubus swearing just before the punch sank into his gut and winded him, jerking forward over his fist, gasping as pain seared through his body. That son of a b***h!

The incubus grunted as his back slammed into the tree, his eyes narrowed in a painful wince, when he saw that fist heading his way again, and his free hand whipped up, digging his claws into the hand holding his shirt, forcing him against the tree. Sucking in a sharp breath, he bared his teeth in a grimace, snapping into action, one of his tentacles whipping out to latch onto his other wrist as he swung back with his free hand, shoving away from the tree, aiming his blow at Nuk's face, unleashing all of his pent up rage at being bested by the skinwalker, publicly, even, and he was going to get his revenge, sore gut or not, twisting the wrist in his clawed grip roughly, eyes blazing.

It was truly just as satisfying as he'd imagined, the meaty thwack of his fist slamming into Nuk's jaw. And quite addictive. After the first blow hit, the incubus let go of the skinwalker's wrist, reaching out to close his fingers in an iron-fisted grip around his throat, hooking him in the ribs, swearing at him in tongues. "Yeah, how's that feel, now that you don't have your little purple friend here to back you up?" he sneered, taunting him.

Altair was getting bruised and battered by the rain of blows, hissing in pain, though the elation of beating the hell out of Nuk filled him with enough adrenaline to ignore the pain of being struck, the stunned look on the skinwalker's face making him grin.

The expression just as quickly melted off of his face when he suddenly found himself with a fistful of fur instead of Nuk's throat, clutching at air as the wolf disengaged from him, the incubus whipping his tentacle back protectively. He snarled back at the skinwalker in his beast form, arching his fingers into claws, tentacles writhing up from his shoulder blades, his tail lashing the air. He tensed as Nuk leapt at him, starting to turn to dodge, and swore as those fangs caught in his jacket and flesh.

Even in this form, Nuk was heavier than him, and the incubus hissed, lashing out as he was flung to the ground, starting to sit up when Nuk suddenly slammed down onto his chest, punching him across the face, and Altair's head hit the dirt again. The incubus reached up with both hands, seizing the front of Nuk's shirt and throwing up his hips, using his weight to toss the skinwalker over and reverse their positions. He settled heavily atop the monster, yanking back his hair and punching him as hard as he could, catching him in the ear, the nose, his face smarting from Nuk's punch, determined to leave bruises on him.

"And this? What about this? I've got plenty more, skinwalker, just let me know.."

Altair's knuckles were getting bloodied, dripping black blood onto the leaf litter beneath them as they tussled and pounded each other, the sound of their struggle uninterrupted, penetrating through the quiet of the forest in noisy grunts and angry challenges. Left scratched and bruised from Nuk's rain of blows, the demon eagerly cut into the skinwalker, feeling many blows connect before the monster seized his shoulder, fighting to stay atop the larger boil. When it came to a test of strength like this, however, Altair had no chance.

The punches to his ribs left the incubus gasping, letting go with one hand to protect himself and finding a knee in the stomach, sprawling off of him and rolling into the leaf litter, hurriedly sitting up, catching Nuk's gaze, his fangs revealed, bristling at the monster. The taunt made him take an extra moment of pause, wiping Nuk's blood off of his face and his own dark blood away from where it was dripping out of his nose, getting to his feet and hissing at Nuk. He'd bring it, all right.

The incubus sprang at him from a stationary position, all of his tentacles extended, whipping out to wrap tight around his wrists, one around his throat, flexing them and whipping them to the side to throw Nuk off of his feet, only to pounce, bringing his knee down on the skinwalker's chest, tightening the tentacle around his neck as he set down to punch him as many times as he could, pulling his fists back again and again, ignoring the pain in his hands. His eyes were nearly glowing with rage, his pride stung by the skinwalker's prowess, but he'd show the monster before this fight was over-- he'd finish it. No one made Altair bleed, not even when he'd kissed their ghoulfriend and made it clear he intended to do more than that. This little jack-off would soon see the error of his ways.

Altair smirked as Nuk tried to pry the tentacles off, the sturdy appendages far too muscular to be ripped off that easily. He was panting with the effort of holding the skinwalker down and hitting him hard, even though he had the tentacle wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air. The monster's desperate movements were testing the limits of his strength and he knew he had to finish it soon, pulling back his bruised, torn-up fist for a decisive blow.

Then the skinwalker had to choose that moment to shift, making him hiss in frustration, his tentacles too loose to keep his skinnier wolf legs in their grip, and he couldn't quite whip his tentacle away fast enough, feeling Nuk's fangs close down around it. He howled in pain, ripping back from him, his tentacles whipping around, writhing to try to find any point of purchase, flailing when Nuk's grip closed on them, the incubus bucking and writhing, trying to disengage when that knee set down hard in the small of his back.

With a whump, the demon was pinned down to the forest floor, his nose in the dirt, hurriedly twisting his head around to glare up at him one-eyed, hissing and panting, claws digging into the dirt, his tentacles still feebly trying to wrap around his wrists, the voice against his ear and the threat making his spine solidify into ice for a moment. The tentacles were sensitive, his nails digging into them making him wince, and the incubus quickly withdrew them, dispelling his use of Fear. He didn't doubt that the skinwalker would cut them off, and that was not really something that the incubus wanted.

It rankled deeply when it sank in that he'd lost. Fair and square, too-- he couldn't claim that Nuk had cheated. His Asteroid Belt had retreated to the trees but now that it saw its master soundly pinned it started making noises up in the canopy. Altair shifted, for a moment contemplating testing his strength one last time, but the soreness in his body reminded him just how hard Nuk could hit. Reluctantly the demon relaxed against the dirt.

"For jack's sake, get the jack off of me. I'm done," he hissed, not quite admitting that he'd lost to Nuk.