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In less than fifteen minutes, Horace was on the field, scanning the people there. It was honestly hard to pick out anyone just from the tiny pictures on twitter. On the way there, Jannisari had urged him to consider the ulterior motives of such an invitation. However, there had been no time to research - Les was an as-yet unknown quantity. It made Horace a little nervous. Finally, he thought he saw someone who fit the description. He jogged over. Damn, but the ******** was tall.

"Hey, are you Lex? I'm Horace. Horace Nokoni. To what reason do I owe the pleasure?" Of course, pleasure was always debatable. He noted the gloves with interest - wondering if they were for fashion or function. If he'd been able to do research, he would know this. Ugh, he was slacking. Sighing, he tied up his hair into a tight topknot; no sense it letting it be a weakness.

If Lex liked to know all the incoming hunters, why hadn't Horace seen him on the field before? It was an odd inconsistency, but easily explained away. "People are pretty gossipy on the island, though I don't know that I've done anything worthy of it." He grinned and eyed Lex. He couldn't tell if it was an invitation to begin or not. The coat was discarded and Horace mourned that - coats were excellent leverage, but with his close combat weapon, anything was really grabbable.

{take advantage where you can get it. he is using surprise by hiding his weapon. interesting.}

Now that, that nod - that was an invitation. With a soft hiss, Dr. Jannisari appeared on his fists. He bounced on the balls of his feet for a moment, eyes flickering over Lex. He rushed forward and swung his fist out towards the man's shoulder. Horace had misjudged, a bit, used to fighting smaller people, and the blow was not particularly hard. He ducked back, eyes narrowing, waiting for Lex to show his weapon.


HP: 40/40
DMG: 3
CHG: 1/3

Lex moved forward, more swiftly than Horace expected. His eyes narrowed for a second, fixing on Lex's hands even as one grabbed him - was he another close range fighter? No, dammit, a gun. They weren't bad, just annoying as ******** - it was like chasing a bouncy ball around a playground. Horace tried to jerk away, or at least twist away from the barell pressed against his side, but the other hunter's fingers were steel around his arm. As the bullet hit, it shattered along his shield with a tinkle of melody and an unexpected force. His pupils dilated briefly as his body jerked. He sucked in a shuddery breath. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

He used the few seconds - that lull after a bullet- to twist completely free of Lex. Jannisari scored briefly along the other man's skin, purely accident. Horace needed to catch his breath. "Not bad - for a gunman. Had worse - a lot worse." In fact, some of the few times he'd won a spar had been against a gun user. Specifically, Claude. He grinned widely, something like anticipation glitterly blackly in the corners of his eyes.

HP: 27/40
DMG: 1
CHG: 2/3

"Ah, but it was a compliment, not a taunt!" He watched the other man move and managed, just barely, to not jump back as Lex's bullet hit one of his feet. Instead, he hissed in a breath slowly and wiggled his toes. Not bad.

He darted forward, swerving a bit to make a harder target. Horace's elbow snapped up into Lex's chin, then he kicked out, trying to catch Lex in his knee. Sometimes, it was fun to fight a taller man and if he took out a kneecap hard enough, Lex would go down. "I don't have to prove anything. You wanna pop my shield, do it."

{jugular. approximate time to bleed out - external: five minutesss, internal: two minutesss. if the carotid is also sssevered, then one minute. a blood choke resssults in permanent damage afffter sssix minutess of cerebral oxygen lossss.}

HP: 25/40
DMG: 4
CHG: 3/3

He skidded back, clipping Lex in the forearm as he did so. Pushy, pushy. He eyed Lex thoughtfully. Vulgar? Horace hadn't heard that before. "Not really - or, maybe." He twirled a tekko around one finger. "Sometimes I think you can learn more in defeat than in victory."


HP: 25/40
DMG: 1
CHG: 3/3

Horace flushed, but still grinned expansively and shrugged. "A gentleman never tells his secrets, now, does he?" Then he was darting in close and Horace reached out, tangling his fist up in the front of Lex's shirt. The shirt was yanked, pulling Lex down just enough Horace winked and bashed his head forward into Lex's. He released his shirt and danced back, the ache of hgis head a small price too pay.

"Now, are you gonna hit me or just talk at me until you think you've figured me out?"

HP: 25/40
DMG: 6
CHG: 3/3

Lex spat and Horace looked at him curiously. Interesting, that. Everyone, of course, had their own little triggers, weaknesses that could be exploited in fights. This knowledge was filed away next to Rep's aversion of touch, next to Peyton's small gasp when he'd pulled her hair. Actions and reactions. Lex was simply more annoying than some, he thought as the shield on his shins took the brunt of gunfire.

He resisted the urge to grab one of his shins. "Botttom feeder? Are you so much loftier than your fellows? And what's the point of picking me apart? I'm a simple man, with simple desires." Almost lazily, Horace moved to Lex and punched him once and once once in his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow.

"You, however... fighting you is boring."


HP: 19/40
DMG: 3
CHG: 3/3