Diesel vs Bhinor -- Winner: Diesel

[Sinbari]

Diesel flew high over the battlefield, surveying the scene below. He needed more victories, and wasn't going to settle for anything less now that they were pushing the darkness followers back. Spotting a likely opponent below, he swooped down into a dive, hoping to just bowl over the rat-like creature he was targeting over.

HP: 20  

[Yousei Akki]

Sinbari

HP: 17

Finally! Bhinor had sulked something awful over being stuck in the cage for so long, and then needing further time out to recover. When he could finally get back to the fight he didn't hesitate. Bhinor geared himself with a few daggers and tore out to the battlegrounds. Peering about, he missed Diesel's attack from above and got pounced on. Grunting in pain, he whipped his tail up and towards one of Diesel's wings. No more aerial fights. Nope nope!  

[Sinbari]

Diesel used the rat to buffer his fall, and as the tail lightly hit his wing he peered more closely at his foe. "Hey, aren't you the guy my dad brought back to camp?" He asks, aiming a punch at his face. "Spot, wasn't it?"

HP: 18

Yousei Akki

 

[Yousei Akki]

Sinbari

HP: 16

Bhinors silver eyes widened at Diesel's remark to him, and then they narrowed. The punch to his face was hardly registered as he formed a fist of his own ant attempted to ram it into Diesels face. "DONT CALL ME SPOT! My name is BHINOR! BHINOR! BHINOR! BHINOR!"  

[Sinbari]

Diesel caught part of the punch, but just chuckled. "If you say so, I just knew you by what dad called you." He aims a few quick jabs to Bhinor's ribs.

HP: 16

Yousei Akki

 

[Yousei Akki]

Sinbari

Bhinor was less then pleased to be fighting the kid of his captor. But up close he could see the resemblance. He felt the jabs hit his ribs, but the angel helped lessen the hurt that he could have felt otherwise. Bhinor growled and attempted to crack the masked part of his face against Diesels. "Get off me!"  

[Sinbari]

Diesel jerked his head back to avoid that, and stopped talking, attempting to just slug him in the face for his troubles.

HP: 15

Yousei Akki

 

[Yousei Akki]

HP: 13

With a grunt Bhinor's head jerked to one side. His tail shook so hard behind him that if he were a snake he would have produced a high speed rattle. Glareing at his foe he simply returned Disel's attack with a punch of his own.  

[Sinbari]

Diesel caught the return punch and spit out blood. His hand reached back to yank his weapon from his back and he aimed the butt-end at the rat's face, still trying to keep him pinned below him.

HP: 13

Yousei Akki

 

[Yousei Akki]

HP: 11

KLONK! Bhinor's eyes crossed for a moment after taking the weapon 'tap' to his head. Shaking it, he grabbed the dagger from his ocket..and..wel... tit fer tat. He attempted to bash Disel's head with the hilt.  

[Sinbari]

Diesel grunted as the rat gave back, and shook stars away -- he decides to aim the handle of his weapon horizontally against Bhinor's throat, trying to hit him, then push down more to try and cut off his air.

HP: 11

Yousei Akki

 

[Yousei Akki]

HP: 9

Bhinor felt the staff of the weapon press against his throat. Buriseing it and momentarily cutting off his air. Qhickly he dropped his weapon to grab hold of the scythe handle, so he could press up and relieve the pressure. At the same time his tail snapped up and in a bit of a childish impness, he tried to 'spank' Diesel across the a**. "Bad...bad...cursed...get...off!"  

[Sinbari]

Diesel felt it pushed up and the rat felt the need to smack him across the a**. "Hey, only my girlfriend's allowed to do that!" he yells, once more trying to sock him in the face while holding onto his weapon with one hand.

HP: 9  

[Yousei Akki]

HP: 8

Bhinor's lips curled into a small grin as he twisted his hold on Diesels own staff to mostly block the punch he threw at him. With Diesel only useing one hand to push down, he pushed up was hard as he could to try and smack Diesel in the face with his own weapon. "Like you'd actually have a girlfriend!"  

[Sinbari]

Diesel gets his hand up to catch his own weapon before it hits his face, and smirks. "Oh I do. And she'd adore you, being a werecat. She'd probably want to see how you tasted. Should I chop you up into little pieces to bring home for dinner?" He asks, as he puts two hands on his weapon again and tries to bring it in a side swiping motion so that the spiky bit on the butt-end of the weapon slices across his face or throat.

HP: 8