[BATT] Wriggler's First Blackrom (Minist x Taquin)

[Galaxa13]

Where: Hemisect Park

When: A little after midnight.

Why: These two trolls just can't keep off of each other!

20/20

With deep, steady breaths she locked eyes with her target. It couldn't have been more than an hour ago when she walked into the New Hemisect Museum and spotted him. Now here they both were, about to enage in a blackrom duel. Things had certainly picked up pace. If someone would have told her she was going to participate in a Duel tonight she wouldn't have believed them. Sure, there were trolls she found annoying, maybe even worthy of hating, but she wouldn't have believed a hate could blossom so quickly. Heck, she still didn't even know his name! Maybe that just helped sweeten the deal.

He had retrieved his staff for their battle. So that was his weapon? Hm, could be long range or short range depending on how he fought. Minist could feel a tingle of excitement as she licked her lips. It would be so much fun to see how he fought. Her own weapon lent itself better to close range combat. She felt that was better for Duels anyway. It was more intimate, being up in each other's faces. If he fought long range she could really cramp his style getting up close and personal. As delicious as that would be she hoped he would be good at short range, that way it would be a challenge!

Exhaling her breath the yellowblood charged in. Raising her wrench she brought it back down to connect with his shoulder. Damage the extremities first so it will be harder to retaliate. Nothing too serious at first, wouldn't want this to be over too soon. Just enough to hurt and let him know things were starting. That things were about to get fun.

Minist did 3 damage!

 

[Red Th0rn]

17/20

Oh, he was calm. He'd had plenty of time to reconcile the furious slurry that was his nubnoodle. Not that he'd ever describe his inner mind as a slurry, it was much too orderly for that. Of course there was nothing to be unsettled about, such black courtships were completely customary. It was only because this was Taquin's first encounter which such... emotions... that his vascular system was reacting in such a violent manner. Yes, that was it. He entered his respiteblock to prepare himself, determined to play this out like the dastardly troll he was. His lusus was curious about what was festering at his thinkpan, of course, but Taquin promised he would explain it all later. He simply let Poodle-Dad know - "I have a hate-date to attend to." - before leaving the premises with his staff in hand.

The park was fairly occupied at this time of night, but not enough that they would bother anyone. He walked with quick (anxious) steps down the pathways beneath the adolescent plant life. The first glance of the yellowblood's horns had him swallowing the damn lump in his throat again, but he only hurried towards her faster and showed off his grin.

Her quick lunge took him quite by surprise, knocking him square on the shoulder. Oh, that stung, but he enjoyed the adrenaline that it kicked up. It was nice to know this girl wasn't messing around, even if she had chosen an engineering tool to battle with. He supposed it could pack quite the punch if in the right hands. He hoped it was in the right hands. Taquin shuffled backwards, his shoulder throbbing, and went ahead and swung his staff low to sweep little ol' Fuzzball's feet right out from under her. That should teach the girl not to rush right into it and steal the first strike before a proper evaluation of the enemy could be made. "Well, it's nice to see you again so soon." he said nonchalantly, looking down on where she'd fallen, without a faded smile.

Taquin did 6 damage!

 

[Galaxa13]

14/20

With a grunt she landed on her back. Opening her eyes she was met with his bespectacled gaze. "I wish I could say the same." she replied. O.K. He got the best of her, first point to him, but they still had plenty of time to beat up on each other and she intended to make every moment last. Rolling on her side she pushed herself up and hopped to her feet, circling around him as she tried to find a good angle of attack. She may have gotten the first hit in, but he had delivered a better blow. She would need to be more crafty in this fight. "Don't think I'll let you get another cheap shot like that in." she taunted as creeped around in the grass, careful not to get too far away. Wouldn't want to be in range of his staff, but not be able to reach him with her own weapon.

Minist did 0 damage!

 

[Red Th0rn]

17/20

See, now she was going to take this serious. It wasn't really his place to be schoolfeeding her on basic strife principles, but he had to make it clear that there was no way he was going to go easy on her. The yellowblood recovered quickly with a new determination and they began to circle each other. He held his staff in both hands and watched her knuckles tense as she tightened her grip on the wrench. The gesture carried itself all the way up to her bare shoulders and he centered in on them as his next target. To cause her bruises to match his own, he swung his staff...

Taquin did 0 damage!

 

[Galaxa13]

14/20

Rolling.

Minist did _ damage!

 

[Galaxa13]

Galaxa13

14/20

Watching him so closely her reflexes kicked in and she was bale to block the swing of his staff. She had much less leverage to work with using a wrench, but her muscles were strong. Pushing against him she was able to keep him from laying a blow. As her arms were a bit preoccupied keeping him at bay Minist decided to deliver a nice kick to his stomach. Lifting up her leg she was able to lodge her heel in his abdomen with a malicious grin.

Minist did 4 damage!

 

[Red Th0rn]

13/20

Taquin took the boot to his gut like a chump and their weapons disconnected. He stumbled backwards and barely kept his balance while curling in slightly to ease the blow. Retaliating quickly, he lunged back into position and spun his staff before striking her right under the ribs, landing a very satisfying hit. He was probably trying much too hard in these circumstances, but that last kick had gotten his blood pumping. The blacker part of him was enjoying any chance to batter her up like a bowl of culinary squawkbeast offspring.

Taquin did 6 damage!

 

[Galaxa13]

8/20

Ow. That stung. O.K., more than stung. She stumbled back from the brutal blow, wrapping an arm around her wounded rib cage and bent over, gasping for breath. His blows certainly had more power behind them than her own. She would have to up her game if she didn't want to be completely flattened. How embarrassing would that be? Challenge someone to a Duel and then be hardly any challenge to them?

"Heh, nice shot. You sure know how to show a girl a good time." she said as she began circling him once more. Her blood was really pumping now. Just need to wait for the right moment to attack.

Minist did 0 damage!

 

[Red Th0rn]

13/20

Their feet brushed the ground, the tension beginning to wear a rough circle in the grass of the park where they danced. Watching her clutch the wound that he himself had inflicted made dark sparks go off in his brain. He wondered if her remark was meant to be taken sincerely or if she was mocking him again. That would be quite the phenomenal moment if any slurry of words slipping out of her mouth wasn't some form of mockery."It's good to hear that you're enjoying yourself." A sneer lifted his left cheek as rushed in with his staff at the ready.

Taquin did 0 damage!

 

[Galaxa13]

8/20

Minist quickly jumped out of the way of his attack before swinging her arm around a hitting him right in the back with her wrench. Her brows furrowed and her eyes lit up with her grin. She felt so alive right now, the pain in her ribs only helped extenuate the feeling. She was here fighting with such a detestable troll on such a beautiful night. It was perfect and thrilling.

Minist did 5 damage!

 

[Red Th0rn]

8/20

Ah, the miss was devastating! He lurched too far forward as his staff hit empty air, and a blow to his unprotected back sent him even closer to the ground. The shock of pain sent blood pumping to his head. He quickly spun back around, straightening with the momentum and bringing his staff in a harsh swing into her fighting arm. With every movement the muscles in his back and shoulder throbbed with pain, but the ability to withstand it only made him feel stronger and heightened his desire to test this to the limit.

Taquin did 5 damage!

 

[Galaxa13]

3/20
Used Combat training Novice level.

With a hiss of pain Minist jumped back. She was really starting to hurt now. He was not going to get the best of her! Pushing back the growing pain she focused on the task at hand. Suddenly she was having flashbacks of the army training she had received while the Mother Grub was ill. With new determination she dropped down and swung her legs around, trying to knock his feet out from under him.

Minist did 6 damage! (5+1)

 

[Red Th0rn]

2/20

The noise of pain hissing through the yellowblood's teeth was music to his spongeclots. A small taste of success made him smile as he regained his balance, his weapon stationed in front of him ready for the rebuttal. They were both breathing pretty heavily from their efforts, and as Taquin saw her squinch her eyes in pain he was pretty sure his own expression wasn't far off. It failed to sour his mood. He was ready for the wrench.

...But apparently he was ready for the wrong thing. She dropped below his vision and he barely processed her next move before she took it. He jumped to avoid her leg-sweep, but he was a nanosecond too late. Her foot connected with his airborne ankle and he was sent toppling onto his side, crushing his arm under his own weight, his staff falling from his hand and the air falling from his lungs. He tried to recover as best he could, but the attempt was pitiful. He rolled onto his back to reach for the length of wood he had dropped and to give his (most likely sprained) arm some relief. He coughed weakly trying to open his windpipe back up as he clutched at his staff and smarted at the pain seemingly covering his entire core and upper limbs. As soon as his fingers reached it, he grasped his weapon by the end and swung it vertically up into his opponent's face as quickly and unpredictably as his protesting arms would allow as he remained on his back. Maybe it wouldn't take her down, but if he were lucky he'd hit her in the eye and leave a nice reminder whenever she peeked in a reflective surface. A bright thwack announced he hadn't missed his target and he let out a wheezy chuckle as he imagined the shock on her face.

Taquin did 2 damage!

 

[Galaxa13]

1/20

Watching him fall was a beautiful sight. She had taken a nap in the dirt earlier in the fight, it was his turn now. As much as she wanted to savor the sight he was quick with a rebuttal. His staff greeted her chin with a sharp hello. In surprise Minist bit through he tongue and fell back on her behind with a cry of pain. Oh that mothergrubber! Spitting out a teaspoon of her blood she gave him a swift kick to the bulge. she panted.

Minist did 4 damage!

 

[Red Th0rn]

0/20

He could watch her fall forever. The fluff of her hair rippling as her head jerked back with the impact. Her face distorting in surprise and pain. Yellow spittle streaming from her mouth. Her arms thrown haphazardly in the air unable to block his blow or retaliate. What a perfect picture of agony. All the force he put into that last shot jarred his already painful hands so his staff was left to slip free of his nubs and clatter back to the dusty grass along with the troll it had wrecked. Taquin let it. He was pleased enough with the purpose it had served and it's result. His arms went limp as a brilliantly battered Fuzzball landed heavily right on her rump. He laughed a little more forcefully, but still just as breathlessly, as she took the privilege to contaminate the dirt with her bloody saliva. Haha, he had gotten her so goo-

Her foot came out of nowhere and slammed into a very tender area. He choked on his laughter and automatically curled in on himself like a plated skitter-beast. Like a pusillanimous wriggler. Okay. That was... that was a commendable strike. His pain-induced coughing was really beginning to make his throat ache, but that was nothing compared to anguish between his legs. <******** you, she said. Well, he'd say they had both been ******** up pretty thoroughly. Maybe he would say that. He needed to reply. She couldn't have the last word. He tried to straighten out enough to lift his head and say something, but he couldn't move. He doubted he could even make his speechfrond obey him enough to form words. It wasn't just the unignorable pain, some other bizarre feeling was coursing through him, rendering him immobile and keeping his vascular system beating out of his control. The best he could manage in this state was to slowly reach out a clawed and trembling hand in her direction and scrape up a handful of dirt.


ugh how to describe so specific a pain i've never experienced.