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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 7, 2023 9:40:39 GMT -5
Feed.
Wood SNAPPED and glass shattered as when she drove him into the bar. A tap hose snapped, the pressure from the force of Javal’s weight from where she’d thrown him breaking a barrel and a keg. Ale splashed over them like a tidal wave, coating them both in the sticky, foul-smelling substance. Some cheers turned to shocked uproars from folks who were pissed to watch so much drink go to waste, and angry patrons who were pissed that this fun little public duke was wasting their product.
The sound of ants to her. Ak’ka couldn’t hear nothin’ but the sound of her blood pumpin’ in her ears and the growls of the beast rattling at the cage demanding to be let free. Maybe her rational brain shoulda minded that fighting was a mistake. It’d barely been weeks since she turned - she’d come right here from Sol City at Javal’s letter and the wound was still raw and prone to keeping her up at night. Hell, Ak’ka hadn’t fought since she escaped the Citadel, too wary of what might happen when she did.
The Beast nabbed her once, robbed her of her autonomy and freedom and stole her rage to feed its hunger. She couldn’t let it happen again.
While Javal writhed, attemptin’ to break her iron grip, Ak’ka was fightin’ a second battle, unknown to anyone but her. Little blue shit only wriggled away when it flared up, demanding she choke, kill, eat - and Ak’ka recoiled at the thought, givin’ him one chance to pull himself up from the wreckage of the bar and make his counterattack.
At this point she wasn’t thinkin’ no more. Her mind was blank, instinctual, only seein’ moving shapes and the shade of blue and knowing for whatever reason that she had to win. She didn’t flinch from his feint, a feral grin stretched across her cheeks - her actions didn’t feel like her own. She just beckoned him closer, a challenge. “COME ON, LITTLE MAN. LET’S SEE WHATCHA GOT.”
The tidal wave smashed into her like a carriage - mighta knocked someone lesser down but Ak’ka was braced on her feet and had the strength of the Beast in her bones.[1] She shrugged off the water like it was nothin’ - the next sword blow, not so much. Ak’ka raised her arm, the one melted by Carmine and reforged from ice and bone, another trophy from her survival. Javal cut deep, through layers of dead ice-skin, halting at the rock-hard bone and catching there.
Ak’ka twisted, planted her boot in his chest, kicking him backwards before pullin’ her tree outta the sling on her back.
“HIT THE FLOOR!” Was the only warning the spectators got before she swung wide - not close enough to hit Javal with the brunt of the tree’s weight - but enough for her to let loose a volley of devastating pine needles sweeping across the bar like darts, little projectiles hitting everything in an arc in front of her - including Javal.[2] 1. Juggernaut’s Fury (2/2) - Prevents Knockdown 2. Tree
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Post by Javal Zarrias on Nov 7, 2023 21:44:06 GMT -5
Javal felt a large pain in his chest as Ak’ka kicked him, pushing him back he stabbed his sword into the tavern wood floor to catch himself as he skidded back. He raised his sword ready to clash against the full force of Akkas tree only to feel the stinging pain hit his body as the tree quills sting his body. He got up quickly and shook them off his body glancing at the state of his armor. His cuirass and padding were torn up broken, his helmet and hood torn up broken, and even his pauldrons were all cracked up.
He shook his head and stared at Ak’ka with a determined look on his face, “I’m going to beat you today Ak’ka that I promise you. Thanks for the ammunition through Ak’ka it was very nice of you to do”, he smirked as he throws his katana in the air and catches it in his teeth.
He then raised both hands as they glowed and danced around the quills Ak’ka had hit him with earlier. They all rise into the air as large amounts of Akkas trees start ripping out of them and surround Javal as he continues to dance. He then stops and points at Ak’ka and sends all of the tree leaves and quills straight toward her at a fast velocity (1).
As they launch towards Ak’ka, Javald doesn’t just stop there he pulls out the lightning spear from his back and throws it straight towards Ak’ka changing its form mid-air into a lightning bolt (2) aimed right at her abdomen.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 11, 2023 9:17:35 GMT -5
At this point Ak’ka was more matter over mind if anything. She’d shattered most’a Javal’s armor, like breakin’ through the tough rind of a fruit to get to the bits inside, and that something ancient in her seemed pretty damn pleased with the idea. Fuck. She knew this was a bad idea. It was too soon for Ak’ka to be havin’ a playful wrestle, not when she didn’t even understand the monster that tried to eat her and take over her. It failed once when she fought it off, weakened and bitter and fuckdesperate for control. Who could say if she’d win again?
For the first time that evening Ak’ka hesitated. Put her tree down next to her. If the Beast won here this battle was about to get a hell of a lot less friendly. She needed to warn them. Get away. Not for her sake - theirs. Ak’ka bristled, the sights and sounds too much all of a sudden. The cheers, the strummin’ of the lute and fiddle, the ale she’d gotten all over herself and sour on her tongue, the gleam in his eyes, the pulse in his still living heart, the coil in his shoulders as he readied to launch his next attack. Ak’ka’s skin felt like it was on fire, the scar on her shoulder burning like someone took a torch to it, couldn’t think, only hearin’ the everything as the beast’s senses, its instinct, bled into her, and like a fool, Ak’ka realized it was too late to bother stoppin’ it. The Beast was already in her - it didn’t need to fight to get out. She’d let it.
She was so distracted she didn’t even notice her own tree bristles peltin’ at her, drawin’ blood and gettin’ stuck in her like a pincushion. But the Beast knew. All it felt was pain pain pain let me out LET ME OUT LET ME OUT-
She opened her mouth, tryin’ to give warning. Something. Tried to say “Javal, wait-“ or even, “Run-“ but the syllables got mixed up in her mouth as tusks changed into fangs, her gait changed, fur sprouting from skin, ‘til she wasn’t orc no more.[1]
Oh, hell. The tavern repair bill is gonna be a fortune.
And that was the last thought Ak’ka had before the Beast let out a roar, and it was in charge. The moment Javal threw the lightning spear, it reared up on two hind paws and batted it outta the air, shrugin’ off the lightning that danced across its fur.[2] This game of civilized fighting was nothing to a creature of centuries, a wild beast who’d known nothing but mauling and eating and killing. It opened its maw in a roar that woulda split the sun apart from its ferocity - the only trace of Ak’ka left behind at all was the little blue bow on its ear that Einheria once tied in her hair. Whatever stood in her place, the orc was Gone. Consciousness forced into submission by the Beast.
Uncertain murmurs rose about the tavern from the patrons. Was this part of the show? Shifters and druids were not wholly uncommon around these parts, winter animals favored for travel in harsh conditions. Eventually, one of ‘em raised their tankard, too sloshed to feel fear, and broke the silence with a cheer.
“Yeah! My money’s on the bear!”
And charged with excitement, the crowd roared, switching money and yelling and stoking the fired of the fight, excited at this new change, at the bear, ready to see what she would do.
At least, they were pretty damn happy ‘til the Beast drove its claws through the torso of the person who got too close to them.
Applause turned to screams like thunder. Not that the Beast cared. Joy, fear, all was the same to the creature. And the outcome would be the same, too. Blood on its paws and game stuck in its teeth while it devoured until its hunger was sated. And the crowd meant nothing to it. Just fodder. Right now, its sights were set on the big one. The one who’d thrown the lightning at it, dared try to pierce through the bear’s hide. That one, it would rip asunder and savor. Fangs bared in a snarl, the beast hunkered down on all fours, once Javal’s friend - now morphed into this mindless, savage beast - charged like it didn’t even recognize him as anything more than a meal. 1. Bestial Transformation 2. Primal Form (hit prevention ½)
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Post by Javal Zarrias on Nov 12, 2023 4:16:33 GMT -5
Javal stood still as he watched Ak’ka’s form change from the awesome orc he knew to the wild and ravenous-looking owlbear. She effortlessly swatted his lightning spear he held out his hand summoning it back to his hands as she roared out.
Javal was worried now, “We have to stop, Ak’ka’s not okay this isn’t right”, he shouted but no one listened to him even the barkeep had his eyes wide screaming for more as he hopped from the bar counter taking bets excited at the business opportunity this was providing.
Something in Javal even spoke against his words, a deep burning feeling appeared in his chest, and he couldn’t control it. It hurt his entire being as his body became warmer and warmer and warmer, the heat inside of him was burning him inside pushing him to hurt Ak’ka.
“No, stop this is enough”, he mumbles as he holds his chest with both of his hands his consciousness disappearing as Ak’ka charges at him, “I’m so sorry for what I’m about to do, Ak’ka please forgive me I couldn’t stop it”, he manages to stammer out as his mind goes blank.
Javal stands there head hanging down as Ak’ka surges forth motionless and still a second before she reaches him he jerks his head open with a twisted manic grin on his face. His form had changed his eyes to pure yellow, red arcane markings over his body, and even his physique had changed, growing another foot tall and his body increasing in muscularness.
He opens his mouth wide spraying Ak’ka with a cone of pure malevolent ice (1) as he laughs maniacally, his voice completely different, more cruel, and mean-spirited.
Expecting Ak’ka to immediately attack he smashes his hands into the floor under her drawing water from under her which quickly surrounds her being and forms a large water bubble (2) intending to end this quickly.
He laughs wildly, “Is this it? Is this all the ‘Bonegrinder’ has to offer me really? Don’t make me laugh, if you’re a bone grinder then what does that make me? A demon?”.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 18, 2023 21:01:46 GMT -5
Javal’s worry fell on deaf ears. Ak’ka didn’t have a mind for it anymore; the Beast knew no language or creed. No anger or sympathy. It only smelled fear, and saw unripped flesh like the rind of a fruit; meant to be torn apart by teeth and savored on the tongue. The two-legged’s hesitation melting away into excitement meant nothing to it. His pleas were like jumbled sobs. It had heard the sound of humans begging for its life before. If it had the forethought and intelligence to parse through the two-legged’s cries, it might have said that he was apologizing for what was to happen to it rather than begging for his life.
But it did not know, because the distinction did not matter. The result was the same in the end. Ignoring the ache in his head, the uncharacteristic worry of no, no, that was her pal, hurt him and I kill you bastard - she still had some fight in her, which irritated the Beast, since she was the one who called upon it in the first place - and charged the two-legged.
It didn’t matter that the fellblood looked different. Or that they were cockier, arrogant. They opened their mouth and the Beast shrugged off the sudden onslaught of cold, droplets of ice and snow getting caught in their thick pelt.[1] It slowed their charge, but didn’t stop them - not ‘til the two-legged did… something. The Beast did not understand magic in rational terms, but the way one understood, on a primal level, the intent to kill. It was like a pressure in the air, pressing down on the beast -
And then it lifted the Beast in the air.
A trap that might have held any regular animal. The Beast was no normal predator. It opened its maw with a roar, fangs dripping with grit and gore, and roared, a sound muffled by the water that could have ripped the earth apart… and the air grew colder around it.[2] The orb of water trapping it began to freeze, crystalizing under the beast’s paws, ice cracking and webbing upwards until flowing water became brittle. No longer under His control.
It was Hers to rip and tear apart. 1. Primal Form (Hit Prevention 2/2) 2. Crystallization Post 1/2 (Path of the Elementalist I)
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Post by Javal Zarrias on Nov 18, 2023 22:43:38 GMT -5
“Whoa”, the fellblood exclaimed with a curious and mad grin still on his face as he looked up at the mad beast’s roar at him.
“Still got some fight left in ya’ huh Bonegrinder?”, the man chuckles, before suddenly putting his guard back up.
The fellblood turns his head curiously as he sees the monster turn his water trap into some frozen globe that she was breaking out of.
“Good, this wouldn’t be fun if you just rolled over and died like the bearcub you are now, would it be beastie?”.
“If I’m going to fight a beast here then I should be prepared, the kid bought this and never used it fearing its power but I don’t give a shit”, the fellblood says as he pulls out a Mount Drakolt Whetstone and holds it in his hand.
He then runs his katana through the whetstone, coating it with a sheet of heat.
“You want to bring ice in here, well let me tell you, my passion will burn your frost away”.
He then starts swinging his sword in the air before winding back and throwing it at Ak’ka. His blade whirls (1) in the air as it flies towards her aiming for her abdomen.
He then taps his cuirass feeling the heat reach his throat and opens his mouth spewing a cone of fire (2) at her.
He roars as he finishes, “Rahhhhh you wanted heat you have it right here beastie bring it”.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 24, 2023 16:06:27 GMT -5
The two-legged creature could jeer and taunt all it wanted. Psychological warfare meant nothing to the Beast. Common slid off of its pelt like water off a duck’s back. There was Predator and Prey, and the blue-turned-purple fellblood just hadn’t realized it was the prey. The prison of water turned to ice under the Beast’s paws, the torrent of the bubble freezing and growing brittle. Weak enough for the monster to smash through it with her paws, putting the brunt of her strength and weight behind the blow.[1] The ice shattered like spun glass, blowing apart in every direction - the force from the blow pelting the fellblood and all the poor spectators who hadn’t turned tail and run when they realized the bear was about to start eating people.
But she wasn’t free just yet.
The two-legged hurled its steel at the Beast, the blade sticking in her side as she charged him - the sting from the fire ached like a motherfucker, but the recoil from the blow saved her from gettin’ hit by the wave of fire. Nah, that magic caught a bit of the ale that was scattered all around the tavern from when Ak’ka broke barrels before the transformation consumed her mind and morphed her body.
All it took was one tiny spark to stoke the flame. Within seconds, Javal’s misplaced magic had lit the inner room of the tavern ablaze, filling the air with acrid smoke and the smell of bitter, burning, piss-cheap ale.
The Beast did not like fire.
Its ears flattened against its skull, lips parted in a scowl, assessing the burning. The blazing liquor fire had made a burning divide between the Monster and her Prey, one she would not cross right away. Her blood dripped to the tavern floor where the sword stuck out of her flank, forgotten. The growing fire forced the rest of the tavern-goers to flee. What had started out as a fun, low-stakes fight had just stoked the flames of competition in the two Monsters slumbering within the warriors. Two beasts that were determined to be the one crowned king of the jungle no matter what they had to rip and tear asunder to win.
The Beast backed up, still wary of the fire, when she knocked into a stone wall behind her. A sturdy wall. If Ak’ka were still awake she might’a remembered that behind the wall was a pile of snow and cold air that might quell the flames - the Beast did not think such rational thoughts. All it knew was that it needed to get out of the fire and take a second to recover its strength to kill the two-legged meal. It reared up on its hind legs and shrugged through the stone the way one might struggle to swim against the flow of the current. That was to say, with not much effort at all. The stone foundation crumbled, bringing in a wave of frost and biting air that clashed with the heat from the flames. Spectators who’d been trapped behind the wall of flame immediately fled for freedom, screaming all the while.
They were nothing to the Beast but sheep.
One day, it would them for slaughter. But it was still focused on the bigger fish in the pond. As stone foundation crumbled it scooped up a handful of bricks in its mouth, whipping around and hurling them through the air with the force of projectiles, as fast as throwing knives and as tough as, well, bricks. They soared through the fire, catching heat before impacting with the fellblood in an explosion of hot rock and dust. 1. Crystallization (Post 2/2) 2. Brawler I - Improvised Weapon
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Post by Javal Zarrias on Nov 26, 2023 3:20:21 GMT -5
The fellblood scoffs as he quickly covers his face with his free left hand to stop the various ice shards from hitting his head.
He chuckles, “Good work beastie can’t say I’m disappointed with ye”, as he glances over his katana lodged within the beast’s side.
He then looks around the area as he realizes what he has done he barely can stammer, “Oh-Uh”, before suddenly the entire tavern was in flames. People erupted in panic rushing and screaming trying to escape the blazes.
Some strands of hair fall from its place and into his face as he starts bursting out laughing, “Man this is fucking awesome, first a real opponent and now a real arena, I thought that this era had nothing to offer me but weak little mephit kings but thankfully I was wrong”.
He taunted the beast as he stood behind the fire using both of his hands, “Come and get me beastie I’m right here waiting”.
He then was taken aback as he saw a barrage of fiery projectiles just shoot towards him, he quickly ducked down and smashed his hand into the wood summoning up a large block of ice that blocked most of the blows however the glacial wall quickly melted and a couple of bricks end up hitting the fellblood in the abdomen chest and knee.
He coughs up and staggers back as he composes himself with a loud grunt, he then yells, “Alright beastie playtime's over”.
He then holds out a large gash on his knee from the brick and starts pulling the blood itself out with a motion of his hand (1). He then makes it rise into a long strand before grasping it with his left hand shaping it into a katana.
He then looks up and shouts, “Aye Redhead gimme your power so I can beat this beastie real quick and you’re little champion can go back into the seat”,
An angelic visage appears before the fellblood, a woman with red hair and a yellow flowing tunic appears grabbing the man by the hands and they dance for only a moment before suddenly white light envelops the fellblood.
His hair turns completely white his eyes' sclera is still yellow, gains a pure white iris, his entire body is enveloped with light and a pair of orange wings sprout from his back.
“Dance of the Blessed Oni”, he says before lifting his wings and flying towards the beast impaling his wings (2) into her shoulders as he pushes her forward with them driving his blood katana into her knee.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 27, 2023 17:36:56 GMT -5
It wasn’t a cry of pain or a startled yelp that told the Beast her weapon had hit its mark. It was the smell of blood in the air. The sweetest perfume, because it meant she was about to feast. This one had been a harder nut to crack, like breaking into a giant crab monster’s shell, but oh, she would relish the flavor. And now that she could smell his blood in the air…
There was no place on earth he could hide from her.[1]
The thrill of the Hunt, the kill, the ripping and tearing, overtook any rational thought the Beast might have had as pure savagery kicked in, its eyes turning milky white. It opened its maw and roared, makin’ the fire itself tremble from her bloodlust, and jumped through the flames.
What it found was not an injured, prone fellblood begging for its life - but a cornered animal lashing out with the last of its strength. The Beast did not notice nor care for the little differences in appearances Ak’ka might have picked up on. The white hair, the eyes. But it did notice the rippling in the air. A queen of the food chain did not notice magic in terms of spells but the changes in the air, the way one felt the killing intent of an animal. And this one meant to destroy her.
The Beast would not flinch away.
A regular human with a sense of caution and fear might have retreated from the attack and assessed their options. The Beast craved the kill, no matter what. It ran on all fours before pouncing in the air, practically throwing itself onto the weapons the fellblood thrust at it. But at the same time, it raked claws down that holy face all the way down to the lungs, the ribs, the heart.[2] It didn’t care how much injury it got. It only saw blood. Mutually assured destruction. And at the same time the fellblood tried to kill it, the Beast would unleash a devastating attack in turn.
Mutually assured destruction.
Time to see who would bleed out first.
The Beast writhed and struggled off of the sword the fellblood had impaled it on, tryin’ to take advantage of the two-legged’s distraction from the pain to kick into it and pull itself to the ground. The Beast crumpled, letting out a small yowl of pain. The holy wing and the blood blade had done a number on it, ripping through tough hide and drawing out blackened blood from the wounds that dripped to the tavern floor. Fire popped and crackled around them, the Beast’s pained wheezing. It refused to lick its wounds. Not in front of its opponent.
Not dead yet. It could still keep going.
The Beast hacked up blood, rearing on its hind paws, ready to charge again -
“WHAT IN SALINA’S TAIL IS GOING ON HERE?”
The voice boomed as an eleven-foot, armored man whose skin looked like it was made of stone shrugged through the wreckage of the tavern. The Beast did not recognize his scent, nor did it care to. It didn’t matter that another spectator had joined the fray. The Beast would simply finish ripping this fellblood apart, then it would devour the stone-man, and anyone else who got in the way of sating its hunger. The beast reared up again, continuing the assault -
When it was scooped up by the scruff, all four hundred and something pounds of savage, bleeding bear hoisted off the ground by a stone skin hand. Confused, it wiggled its paws, craning its neck just in time to see the fellblood getting the same treatment. Like mangy strays who’d been caught fighting over a scrap of food, the burly man walked through the flames like they were nothing and brought the two to what was left of the door.
Opened it, and dropped the two of them just so he could kick them out of the tavern with the tip of his boot. They soared a few feet in the air before landing in their asses in the snow.
“AND DON’T EVER COME BACK! ELSE NEXT TIME IT’S GONNA BE YER HEADS STUFFED AND HUNG ABOVE THE FIREPLACE!”
And then he slammed the door behind him while guards and volunteers continued to put out the fire that was still eating the tavern. So stunned that its bloodlust had come to a complete halt, the Beast turned to stare at the fellblood, tilting its ursine head as if to ask, did that just happen? 1. Predation 2. Savage Impulses
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Post by Javal Zarrias on Nov 27, 2023 20:56:42 GMT -5
The fellblood’s face turned into a manic grin as it saw the foul beast charge at him excited at the thought of a big final clash. He grimaced as he felt the beast rake its claws through his face trailing down a long stretch of his flesh. It hurt a lot. It felt like his body was getting torn limb from limb. The fellblood thought she would stop but alas he was wrong she kept going and going scratching and swiping tearing flesh from his chest.
But the man it didn’t matter he didn’t feel a single thing (1) he chuckled, “Man beastie you gotta do better than that, doesn’t even tickle”, before driving his blood katana further with a grin into her knee as blood streamed from his cheeks and body.
He then got pushed back from his position as the beast kicked him and tried to gain back its balance. The fellblood then stood back although shaken and put off balance, although he couldn’t necessarily knock out or drop dead from the pain didn’t mean it didn't hurt. He had been bluffing for the most part that nasty beast was a force to be reckoned with. Man, Did he wish he had his old body back. This fight would be very different if he did but he had to make do with the one he had.
He was about to charge again at the beast before stopping mid-step as a booming voice took him off guard. He was about to yell and drive his blade through his back before he felt himself get lifted off the floor and thrown out of the tavern. He flew across and landed roughly on his bottom on the floor. He quickly got up raring to fight before finding it was over already then man shoved the door in their faces and kicked them out like last week’s garbage.
He turned to the werebeast confused about what they should do now before sitting back down on the dirt and letting out a loud sigh, “Well looks like our fight has been decided against our will”.
He then felt the angelic spirit within him leave his body and appear next to him with a glaring look at Ak’ka as she placed her hands on the fellblood’s chest healing his grievous wounds (2).
He turned towards Ak’ka, “So uh what do we do now? Still wanna fight? Or what beastface?”.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 30, 2023 8:42:13 GMT -5
The Beast wasn’t sure what to do now. Pursue its blood and bone and deserved meal? The fellblood made no move to attack the Beast either, both of them so surprised that they’d found temporary armistice in their shock. The fellblood was talking to it - difficult for the Beast to understand. Did it just kind of… lean over and chomp on this person? It leaned back to do just that, when all of a sudden, its body gave a violent lurch, all the strength leaving its body like air leaving its lungs after a hit to the solar plexus. In the haze, it heard a growling voice, one whose words it felt rather than understood.
Give me back my body, motherfucker.
Shit. She was fighting back. The Beast would be able to hold onto this form forever if its host wasn’t so resilient. She never stopped fighting back and wrestling for control. It made things annoying for the Beast to remain for long. It tried shoving her down, remaining in control to feed and kill - but it was still too injured and licking its wounds for the fellblood, and it could feel its consciousness slipping. The Bonegrinder was taking back control… by force.
The Beast slipped back into the deep, its body shrinking and changing, bones rearranging and snapping, until an exhausted half-orc woman lay in the snow, her side covered in blood and a triumphant grin on her face. Despite the tavern brawl, she’d won the war. This time. “Fffffffuck off. Beast.”
She turned her head and spat in the snow.
That was when she saw the man sitting next to her.
“Oh, shit. Javal.” He looked a little different, didn’t he? Nah, must’a been her eyes playin’ tricks on her. People didn’t suddenly grow a foot and change skin color (never mind that it happened to her pretty damn frequently). Ignorant to the new look her bud was sportin’, Ak’ka leaned over and patted him on the leg. They were both pretty fucked up, a fire growing behind them… yep. This brawl ended about as she expected.
With a grin that looked more strained than triumphant, Ak’ka pulled herself into a sitting position. Blood was still drippin’ from her torso, but eh, that was fine. She could patch it up once she had a stiff drink in one hand.
“Come on, bud. Victory drinks?”
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Post by Javal Zarrias on Dec 3, 2023 0:01:26 GMT -5
Nephir looked at the monster curiously as it leaned back, “Hey you tired out there beastie? I hope I didn’t go too hard on ye, don’t start going soft on me alright?”, the fellblood says in a gruff tone not aware of Ak’ka’s inner struggle that was going on right now.
As he was about to make another comment suddenly he yelled as he held his head a splitting migraine appearing in his mind.
Uriel simply chuckled as she remarked, “My champion isn’t so weak Nephir don’t you forget it okay no matter what happens that boy’s spirit will overcome yours, I just know it” before disappearing in a flash of light leaving the two possessed adventurers alone.
“FUCK YOU SHINY PRICK”, he yells as he holds his head in pain, the boy was fighting back he was trying to wake up trying to return to consciousness kicking the other fellblood out of its control.
After a moment of struggle, he shrugs and looks at Ak’ka before saying, “Hope to see ya around beastie next time you make our fight equally as fun” before he quiets his consciousness pushed to the back of the young fellblood’s head.
Javal looks around at the familiar room as the other fellblood sits down and he quickly returns to consciousness. He awakes with a gasp as he returns to his body Ak’ka wakes up from his stupor by patting his leg. He held his pained head feeling like he’d been hit by an entire speeding armored wagon.
“Yes a drink sounds nice after this headache I have. That fight was incredible Ak'ka although I can't remember who won since I blacked out during the middle of it”, the two then enter the tavern once more sit at the counter, and speak for some more time as the instigating man from the begging slips two invitations to the Fighter’s Guild into their pockets before grinning of interest on his face appears as he leaves.
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