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Rep couldn't sleep. Not even a ******** tiny bit. He tossed and turned, fidgeted and stressed, stared into the dark and generally made a nuisance of himself. He couldn't get comfortable, there was simply no way to the lingering pain from whatever the ******** H had done to him. Even the painkillers didn't help enough, they worked on him but they did not work even a little bit on Tracey.

The Life lead had said the only way to replenish his weapon was to spar, and at the very least, Rep knew he was good at riling and baiting people into that, and this time he had clear motivation to do so, Tracey's well being and by extension his own depended on it.

He had rolled over, snuggled up to Harrison and explained in lazy murmurs what he intended to do, and then made his way down to the training fields where Harrison was now asleep on the grass. He was not a late night person, but Rep had not wanted to leave him on his own after pissing off H to any extent.

He leaned against one of the dummies and fished out his phone. On the island it wasn't wise to turn off your phone, he knew all too ******** well. And offhandedly he could think of a hunter who had once been in the division where turning off your phone could result in your death.

Otto would have his phone on, he was sure. Looking up the other guy he sent him a text, or rather a staggered series of texts, and would not stop sending said texts, every ten minutes until he got the answer he wanted to hear.

Hey. Spar me. I'm at the training fields.

Hey. Spar. This won't stop till you show up

TEXT BACK 1 TO UNSUBSCRIBE FROM SPARFACTS

Did you know people who don't show up to spars are pussies?

Did you know the last time I sparred you I made mincemeat out of you?

Ottos are old and probably terrible at sparring now anyway, weighed down by the burden of their adolescence?

Rep wasn't sure if Otto was going to take the bait at first, though the replies were encouraging, the fact that he replied at all meant that he had been woken up and that was the first step towards true progress. When he spotted a pale blonde figure storming in the direction of the fields he knew he had won. And won a bit of a jackpot frankly, he'd been expecting the guy to turn up fully clothed. This was just icing.

Trying to keep his eyebrows from giving the game away that he was indeed scoping out the free eye candy. Instead he simply grinned at the other man.

"Do they?" he asked, a little more manic than usual. Pain had an effect on the redhead, making everything a little more urgent, shortening his already short patience and cranking up his desperation dial to eleven.

"I'll add that to spar facts." he said a little more toothy. "Did you know some people sleep at night?"

Rep summoned Tracey and the action had nothing of its usual effortlessness. Normally when he summoned there was a slithering twist of sleek shadow that solidified into twisted and sinuous black steel, this time there was a bizzare fractal quality to the way the axe formed and in places parts did not form at all, strange ragged gaps cutting across the blade, twisted up in the whip that was always snarled around the fallen angel recently.

The redhead gave the axe a surprised look, unable to hide his concern at what he'd just summoned.

Tracey said weakly, radiating embarrassment and apology. He was a proud creature, proud and vain and did not know what to do with himself right now when he was no good for his only role, his only task.

<> Rep said grimly. <>

"Did you know some people don't give a ********?" he added to Otto and swung, but even the swing was clumsy, something out of step with the way he wielded the enormous, fractured axe.



HP: 40/40
DMG 1
Charge NOPE KEEP DREAMING

The strike from Tenya hurt, but it was the right sort of hurt. It was satisfying because it distracted from the disconnected, vague hurt that radiated through him at all times. It made him want to pursue it all the more, smirking defiantly.

"Call that a ******** hit, are you still asleep?" he asked.

And twisted Otto's n****e.

HP: 34/40
DMG 2
Charge NOPE KEEP DREAMING

"You're ridiculous." Rep imitated in an exaggerated falsetto imitation of Otto's accent. He was actually - for probably the first time in two days - in a good mood. The swipe to his side threw him off balance and sent another jarring blow against his fragile fear shield. He wasn't complaining.

"For someone who is too ******** old for his own good you ******** whine a whole lot. Less bitching more fighting."

And this time, he at the very least used Tracey, cleaving in at Otto's shoulder.

HP: 29/40
DMG : 4
Charge NO DREAMING FOR OTTO

Rep sharply inhaled at the edge of the boomerang, his ribs absorbing the brunt of the impact and making breathing a labored and sharp endeavor.

Tracey was all focus, doing what he could with what he had, unable to get so much of a taste of the fear he was reaping, hating Marie intensely for the ravenous way she siphoned what was rightfully his.

"You are getting flabby and lazy then." Rep snarked, jabbing a finger in the direction of Otto's gut. "We can get missions any time of day or night, call this ******** practice."

Leaping, he brought the axe down in another overhead swing. "I'm doing you a favour."

HP: 21/40
DMG : 3
Charge I WOULD TEACH YOU BUT ID HAVE TO CHARGE

As Tenya lit up, Rep experienced a giddy twist of adrenaline, that sensation of looking down the maw of a dangerous dragon, the eye of the hurricane, the edge of a cliff. It was one of his favourite sensations, a high that almost felt like gambling. He braced himself.

The strike completely shattered whatever defence he was capable of in the instant, knocking the breath clean out of his lungs and throwing him off his feet and several meters back where he hit the dirt on his back and coughed, taking a moment to gather his wits and catch his breath.

And then, rather than give up in the face of Tracey's flickering waning endurance, he got right back to his feet and headed back towards Otto, dragging Tracey behind him like a zombie.

"You can sleep when you are ******** dead." he said, and jubilant in his pain, swiped heavily at Otto one last time.

HP: 2/40
DMG : 4
Charge NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP

As the uppercut connected, two things happened. Tracey desummoned and Rep flew backwards in an almost perfect arc, hitting the back of his head against the ground. It looked painful and was but was mercifully cushioned by the wards on the fields themselves. Though, he thought as he opened his eyes, stars flashing before them, it would be nice if he could be knocked out here, they could rest then.

Wracked with sweet agony, he lay where he fell, laughing in a dazed and far off way. "I don't know, I think I'd like to sleep like the ******** dead." he said before moving his head to one side to get a look at the other man.

"Shame. You didn't even work up a proper sweat."