[1V1] Buckshot [Rep v Cain]

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, Cain's ears still stung from the shot Dakota had delivered. While that had been months ago everything still felt like he was walking in the exhaust gases of the welcomes recoil. Reload had yet to happen and it was times like lately that Cain wondered if he would ever function with full ammo again.

A step out and tan freckled features met the sunshine with a wrinkle, violet eyes drifting on a turn to block out the glare and glance around the simple sparring courts. Fighting had been a way of life growing up, mostly because it was enjoyable but being the comic geek with an attitude brought just as much unwanted attention as the negative he seeked out. Now it was the one shred of normalcy left in his life, a drug of sorts that was reintroduced after sparring with Momo.

The back of a large figure was spotted as he moved further out into the open, the guy he would assume or one huge a** woman didn't appear busy at the moment. Though even if they had Cain was just rude enough to approach anyways, which is what he did. Stepping closer a hand moved to pull up a bright blue hair clip, knowing that if the other bit he would want the shaggy curly mess that was now his hair out of his damn eyes.

A pause to pin black hair over the dirty blonde roots that were beginning to show and he cleared his throat loudly enough to draw attention. Then delivered the polite cockshake, "looking for a spar?"Jolioi cooed sickenly sweet out to Cain, waiting.

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

"Absolutely." Rep replied without a moment's hesitation. He looked a mess, sleep deprived, riddled with bruises and generally looking like a man who had done little but spar for weeks on end. He summoned Tracey without hesitation, the vast axe oddly splintered and fractured in places, looking somewhat off as weapons went, twisted in the coils of a long gold and green whip.

"Never ******** not lately."

Cheekiebirdiee

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Well this guy looked like s**t. "You look like s**t, are you sure you are not just going to fall over on me?" He wanted a spar, not to be dragging this guys big a** all the way to the infirmary if he killed over from exhaustion. Though honestly Cain wasn't even sure if that was still a possibility given this place. Either way, the other summoned his weapon and in return so did Cain.

Holding the serrated polearm with a form that said he still wasn't use to it but did have at least some experience to know how to balance himself properly with it. Violet eyes ran over the axe, noting it seemed different from the other weapons he had seen around but otherwise not really giving much more than a passing thought to it, other than not wanting to get hit with it.

Baneful*

 

[Baneful]

Rep grinned toothily. "So would you if you'd been fighting non stop for like two weeks with hardly any sleep. But I'm just ******** fine."

And to demonstrate this, he leapt, meters into the air, twisting around in midair to bring the enormous blade down well ahead of him. "And the more I fight, the better I'll be."

HP: 50/50
DMG: 11

Cheekiebirdiee

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Maybe, but limitation seems off and that's weakness at its finest.

Cain tried to block out the useless chanting of get him the weapon kept up after his comment back in favor of watching Rep's movements. "Whatever." He simply snorted back to the other, fine wasn't exactly the word he would use but the other was capable and this was obvious as he leapt into the air. Capable was really all that mattered to Cain anyways because it filled his own needs.

Maybe he was a little too focused on movement, or the fact that Rep kind of resembled a giant red gorilla in the air either way he took a hit with wide violet eyes locked on the end of the enormous blade. "s**t, showoff." Hissing the hit sent him sliding back on a wince. Even with the shield it was still jarring, maybe because his brain knew that should have hurt ten times worse than it did.

A swing into the motion of his skid to use its force and he went left, swinging the polearm out towards side the larger mans abdomen then pulling back abruptly to slide the serrated tips of the blade against the shield. "That's a stupid way to look at things, if you wear yourself out you'll learn nothing from any fight, dumbass."

Baneful

Quote:

Hp: 29 / 40
Damg: 6
Charge: 1/3

 

[Baneful]

"I learn plenty from every fight and wearing myself the ******** out practices me for all the ******** fights where I'll be ******** dead from exhaustion and running on fumes. And there have been plenty ******** fights just like that." The sahara came to mind, trudging for days of constant combat.

"So stick to learning your way and I'll stick to mine." he snapped briskly.

HP: 44/50
DMG: nope

Cheekiebirdiee

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Hmm.

"Right. " He replied curtly not about to continue on the subject, his part was said and this would end one way or another though maybe faster if he didn't talk. Besides he got all he needed in the reply, endurance was something that would be needed. ******** plenty of it apparently.

Quote:

Hp: 29 / 40
Damg: 0
Charge: 1/3

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

Rep didn't put forth any further conversation, he just fought, a curious intensity of focus coming over him as he pursued the other man across the fields, slamming the axe down a little wide of the mark.

HP: 44/50
DMG: 3

Cheekiebirdiee

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Shut it.

Cain wasn't really sure how many more hits he could take, endurance while needed wasn't something the smaller man possessed yet if his huffing and puffing told anything to the other. Choppy side movement into a swing at the other with his polearm sent Cain shuffling forward knocking himself off balance. Damn.

Baneful

Sorry for the delays, life of a student apologies apologies!

Quote:

Hp: 26 / 40
Damg: 0
Charge: 1/3

 

[Baneful]

Rep's expression was intent and set, determined to get exactly what he needed from the fight for Marie, it was important, and this guy as far as the redhead was concerned, deserved a little bit of rough treatment.

Once again Tracey got swept in in a cleave, Rep's muscles protesting the whole time.

HP: 44/50
DMG: 6

Cheekiebirdiee

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Bullshit.

Anger was taking over and Cain allowed it to fuel him through aches. A harsh swing of body weight into his weapon and he aimed for Rep's ribs. Determined to not go down without some fight.

Hp: 20 / 40
Damg: 9
Charge: 2/3

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

The counter-attack was hard, harder than Rep expected and it left him reeling back, only just keeping his balance. He gritted his teeth, this ******** limited shield was a ******** nightmare.

"No bad." he spat.

HP: 35/50
DMG: -

Cheekiebirdiee

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

"I like you better when you don't talk, " it was all that was snorted out before the younger hunter was swinging the serrated blade back at Rep, aiming for the exact spot as before with determination.

Hp: 20 / 40
Damg: 4
Charge: 3/3

Baneful