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 Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 2:04 pm
After being away from the school for a month, and pretty much a month without any real training, Shun was ready to get back to his usual schedule. Though, he wasn't too happy about having to do this in the snow. In the very least, staying mobile would help keep him warm. He also needed to be careful to not lose his footing. A few areas here and there were slick from ice on the ground. Finding a good open spot, he summoned his daggers and began to practice his strikes, slashes, and form. Even if he had no real targets, it felt good to be training again. Now, he enjoyed that break greatly, but it just felt strange to not really be practicing much for that long of a time. Some things would never really change with him. The desire to push himself was likely one of those things. Though, he soon noticed not too far off, that someone had built a snowman of sorts. He turned towards this and hurled one of his blades, managing to land it in the face of his snowy victim.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:09 pm
The cold was of no issue to Herryk. It was more comfortable to him than the heat, and he felt almost at ease in the chilly snowfall. It did not make for good cover, but as long as he stuck close to the edge of the woods where the dark shadows of the thick trees could provide some shelter, he felt safe. He felt crazed. Watching Shun from the treeline, Herryk felt something awaken within him. Something comfortable, and reassuring. Something that was ever-present, strong and reliable. It was rage, cold and curling and needy, and he let it unfurl within his gut. He lingered, there in his spot, eyes bright and glowing from within the deep-set sockets of his face. One step forward would bring him into the clearing where the reaper practiced. One step was all it would take to bring him into view, hulking and massive. A few more steps would carry him towards the reaper and his blades, and Herryk lifted a hand to press against the fresh scar at his bicep. West's little present. Herryk bared his teeth. He took the step.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:27 pm
Dismissing and resummoning his daggers so that he didn't have to run over and retrieve it manually, Shun soon realized that he wasn't alone here. It wasn't hard to miss the dark and lumbering form of Herryk approaching him. At first, he didn't really think anything of it, thinking the draugr was just wanting to greet him or something along those lines. But he soon noted that look in the other student's face. The Reaper narrowed his eye and faced him a little more directly. Herryk was coming off as rather hostile, though he couldn't think of why that would be exactly. For a few moments, he remained silent, watching as he bared his teeth and took another step forward. "Is this how you greet people now?" he asked, breaking the silence. He was never on bad terms with the draugr, from what he could remember at least. Maybe Herryk was simply in an incredibly bad mood. Or something. Regardless, if it was a fight he was wanting, he wasn't about to back down. Shun just crouched down and raised his daggers up before him. He was smaller, and the other guy could probably throw him across this little field if he really wanted to, but he wasn't about to let himself be intimidated here.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:10 pm
He was not in the mood for words, though the daggers gave him pause. Herryk clenched his fists, then spread his fingers before clenching his hands into fists once again. He rolled his shoulders back. Loose and limber, surprisingly light on his feet. Herryk took another step forward, cricking his neck as he walked. He was eager for a little fight, a little bite back. He'd forgotten what it felt like. Slamming one fisted hand into the opposite open palm, Herryk broke into a run. His direction would bring him straight to Shun, though it would be difficult to stop and change direction should the reaper choose to move. He didn't say a word.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:23 pm
Herryk wasn't talking. Well that was fine. Shun wasn't much for speaking during conflicts himself. The longer he lingered here, the more apparent it was that the draugr wasn't simply strutting around trying to look tough. Sure enough, he saw the guy breaking off into a run. Straight for him. He'd be stupid to not move out of the way when the guy was bowling for him like a freight train. He held his ground, then dove off to the side to avoid getting run over. Coming out of the roll, he turned and flung one of his daggers at Herryk. He wasn't going to ask why the guy felt like attacking him out of the blue. He had a feeling that he wouldn't answer him anyway. Assuming he could beat him back, maybe he could get some answers. If there were any real reasons in the first place. Shun wasn't going to get ahead of himself here, though. He needed to focus on not getting beaten to a bloody pulp. While he had never fought Herryk before, he wouldn't be surprised if the draugr was capable of just that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:51 pm
The dagger hit Herryk solidly in the back of his shoulder near the nape of his neck. It sank deep, though the furred cape he wore all the way into the meaty part of Herryk's upper shoulder. It didn't stop until it reached its hilt: a thick, blackish-purple substance wept from the deep wound when Herryk reached back in an attempt to dislodge the weapon. He was unsuccessful. The pain was brilliant, invigorating, empowering. Herryk turned, the movement bringing Shun back into view. His broad, powerful body trembled and he let out a loud, barbaric bellow. It came from his gut, deep and aching and absolute rage. Like a bull, determined and infuriated and bleeding, Herryk charged again. Head down, fists clenched.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:08 pm
There were two things that Shun learned from that attack just now. The first being that despite it being a deep hit, it really didn't seem to phase Herryk all that much. The second thing was that it seemed to piss him off even more. This was going to be one hell of a fight that he had on his hands here. Recalling his dagger, he prepared himself as the undead boy charged him once again. Maybe he could use his rage against him. If Herryk continued to charge at him like this, he may be able to whittle him down enough to get him to stop. There was no telling how long that would take. He wouldn't be able to keep it up forever. Keep a cool head. Stay focused. Concentrate. Narrowing his eye, he gritted his teeth as he managed to barely roll out of the way once more. Instead of throwing his daggers this time around, he kicked off the ground and leaped towards his back, hoping to sink both blades into him. It was a little more risky on his part, but he was willing to take it if it could potentially mean taking Herryk down sooner.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:15 pm
There was nothing deft or debonair in the way that Herryk attacked the reaper. He didn't weigh his options or look for a weak point in the other boil. He didn't seek to exploit or move gracefully, or attempt to feint or trick Shun into slipping up. No, it seemed that the only thing that Herryk sought was brutal contact. Eyes wild, Herryk wasn't able to dodge Shun's attack. When he felt the other boil land on his back, Herryk snarled ferociously and made an attempt to swipe an arm backwards, over his shoulder, in an attempt to grasp the reaper's jacket, hair, arm - anything that would give him some sort of leverage so that he could tear the reaper from his back. He wanted to destroy the dark-haired boil. Tear him limb from limb. Rip him to shreds, beat him into a pulp. Too far gone. Too far gone, and no hope in turning back.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:24 pm
It was almost as if he was fighting some feral beast rather than another student. His opponent's actions were wild. Crazed. But dangerous all the same. Once he managed to stab into Herryk, he wasn't willing to back off just yet. Gritting his teeth, he began to roughly twist the blades buried into the draugr when he saw something coming at him. While he tried to get out of the way of his arm, he had noticed too late. The undead boy had managed to grab a hold of the shoulder of his jacket. Pulling one dagger out Herryk's back, he tried to see if he could be quick enough to stab into the hand.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:16 pm
A brutal, animal-like growl rumbled up from Herryk's chest, vibrating in his throat before ripping from his lips like some sort of bestial cry. It was a mixture of melancholy and rage, sadness and fury, the sound of a boil torn between right and wrong. It was abundantly clear that wrong was winning by a landslide. The blade glanced against Herryk's hand, deeply cutting into the meaty part of his fingers. He let out a howl of pain, and tightening his fingers against the reaper's jacket, Herryk sought to dislodge Shun from his back. The dagger in his back only served to incite him further, further, and further.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 8:16 am
There was something about that cry Herryk made. Something must have really ******** him up somewhere down the line. Shun didn't remember the guy to be like this at all. Gritting his teeth, he tried to hang on. Slicing into the draugr's hand didn't loosen his grip on him at all. With all these cuts and stabs he was making, he was finding himself getting covered in that thick, dark, substance that acted as the draugr's blood. It didn't bother him, but it was probably going to be a pain cleaning it later on. He had just managed to attempt stabbing into Herryk's back again when he felt himself being pulled off his back finally.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 9:28 am
The fur cape that Herryk wore did nothing to protect him from Shun's relentless attacks. The draugr only grew more and more enraged, more and more furious with each downward, hacking slice that the reaper made. Spittle collected at the corners of Herryk's mouth, foaming and a startling white against the darkness of his skin. Herryk threw the reaper down onto the ground a few feet away before wrenching the cape from his back. The smooth expanse of muscle was stained with the putrid, black blood that wept from the scattered array of deep cuts that marked his back and shoulders. The pain didn't seem to register as Herryk turned towards the reaper, eyes wide but unseeing. He moved with a surprising quickness, hands outstretched, and he would be on Shun if the boil hesitated in moving.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 2:17 pm
Shun let out a grunt as he hit the ground several feet away from where the draugr stood. The impact had been enough to daze him briefly and he found himself standing a little sluggishly. The next thing he knew was that Herryk had grabbed onto him once more. Despite the damage he had done, the frenzied unread boy was not slowing down in the slightest. Gritting his teeth, the Reaper attempted to slash Herryk across his belly to cut him open while he had the chance. Though his attacks had been futile thus far, he wasn't about to give up here. He was still going to try to come out on top in this battle. And if not, he was going to try and give him hell in the very least.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:32 pm
The daggers slashed into his skin, though none of the gashes were deep enough to bare anything but muscle. More blood streamed down his skin, and Herryk grunted at the pain. The snow at their feet had darkened, sprayed with the bluish black of Herryk's blood. His head swam, the pain of the blades at his chest very real, and very much in his face. Letting out a barbaric roar, Herryk threw Shun across the clearing. He stumbled slightly, weakened only slightly by blood loss. He could almost feel the memories that he'd lost, that he'd almost been able to pluck from the foggy ether. Almost, but not quite. Enraged, infuriated, consumed, Herryk clenched his fists and threw back his head before letting out another loud, booming, bestial scream. He charged.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:42 pm
Herryk's roars rang through his ears, and Shun found himself being thrown across the field again. Tumbling as he hit the ground, he ended up dropping one of his blades somewhere along the way. Getting up onto his knees in the very least, his eye widened as he saw the draugr charging at him once more. As a sort of act of desperation, he hurled his second dagger at his thigh, hoping he could trip up the rampaging student. The thought of making a tactical retreat did come to mind, but he didn't feel that he was overwhelmed here. And so he didn't flee.
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