[1v1] Snow White And The Seven Feels (Otto v Hel) [FIN]

[Lucyal]

Hel was humming as she wandered around the Haunted House in a bit of a daze, her weapon drawn out and the blade of her spear dragged along the floor eerily. “Oh Huuuuuuunters~” Her voice sang out, echoing down the halls. “Come out, come out, wherever you are~”

The reaper came to a door and opened it, not really seeing the fact it was littered in mirror shards, the sounds of her boots and weapon now crunching and steel grinding. “Come out, come out and play with me~”

This Special Room

STUDENTS/ HUNTERS DO NOT TAKE RECOIL DAMAGE FROM ANY ATTACKS.

 

[Bittiface]

Haunted House duty. Whoop dee dingle doo~

Otto kicked in doors, broke random pieces of furniture and even played in rafters to kill time. Nothing to do, no one to beat up. Not that he went looking for a fight, but if it came to him it was his job to see it done.

The short blonde was hanging upside down from a rafter in a room full of broken mirrors, moving about like a monkey would. It was fine training, and Hella fun to boot. Clerise would be proud. It was kind of like playing on monkey bars as a kid.

The sound of crunching glass and creepy singing had him on the defensive. Oh great. A Halloween denizen. Greaaat.

Otto huffed like her presence was a chore, letting go and flipping mid air to land behind the wingless Valkyrie. "Yo." He called, turning to face her with a summoned Tenya, a 6 foot boomerang held in front of him as a block. He shifted his shades down a bit to get a look at her, blue eyes eyeing her split tone complexion with a raised brow.

Just like a chocolate and vanilla swirly ice cream cone.  

[Lucyal]

Hel slowly turned around after a moment, hearing the sound of another body land on the glass. Upon seeing Otto, her lips pulled into the utmost, pleased grin. It was anything but welcoming. She slowly turned around and rested her weapon across her shoulder, eyeing his with mild interest. Never fought a being with that kind of weapon before…

She always did like a challenge.

“I am not your friend, guy.”  

[Bittiface]

"Glad we got that settled." He drawled with a look of indifference. Despite the teenager's apathy, his weapon was quickly picked up and swung to the side, effectively knocking the reaper in the side, an attempt to hit her across the room like a baseball.

HP: 50/50
Damage: 7
Charge: 1/3  

[Lucyal]

The air was knocked out of Hel’s lungs at the sudden hit, and she ended up flying a bit before catching herself with her hands. Not exactly bright, but she didn’t have much of a choice either. Hel back flipped to get back on her feet, glancing at her now sliced palms briefly before grinning back at Otto. “Not bad.” She murmured, and charged the Hunter head on.

She thrust her weapon at him once she was within range, pleased as she felt his FEAR shield take the hit.

HP: 43/50
DMG: 8  

[Bittiface]

Otto widened his eyes and furrowed his brows, his body twisting to avoid as much of the powerful thrust as he could. Cloth ripped and his skin was grazed, the Fear shield taking a good chunk of the blow. At some point he really needed to learn to sew, lest he waste all his hard earned cash on a new shirt or two every month.

With that he twisted around again, running to gain a small amount of distance. He then spun on his heel, his weapon reeled back and thrown with a spin.

The giant boomerang flew toward Hel, but his aim was slightly off.

HP: 42/50
Damage: Miss
Charge: 1/3  

[Lucyal]

Hel had an…idea as she stared at this young hunter.

She had been working on another glove…and had finished it…but she hadn’t given it a try yet. Now seemed like a really good time. Her grin widened as she stared Otto down like a maniac, and she dismissed her weapon for the time being. The ghoul pressed her palms against her apron to stop any anymore blood from seeping out and then fished around a pocket until she pulled out one purple glove. The reaper pulled it on and flexed her fingers, staring at it before looking back at Otto.

Game on.

Hel didn’t moved as the giant boomerang flew by her, the sides of her hair swaying as it went by. It was then she lashed out at the Hunter with her gloved hand and slapped him.

Quote:

HAND OF POWER

When one is slapped with the HAND OF POWER, a magnificent beard appears! The beard will not fade with time. However, it can be shaved off, and will not grow back after.

HP: 43/50
DMG: 5  

[Bittiface]

Otto tried to prepare himself, knowing that when he let go of Tenya, he left himself open. What left him unguarded was the fact she desummoned her spear. Just what did that girl think she was---

SLAP

"OW!!!" Otto cussed a few times and held his cheek, only to feel something that wasn't there before. Wait... was this a beard!?!? "HOW THE ******** DID YOU---" He paused, stroking the blonde scruff on his face.



Aw yeah now EVERYONE would have to respect him now! He had ******** facial hair!

Otto: 37/50
Damage: None, too pleased with beard
Charge: 1/3

Meanwhile, Tenya bitched about getting picked up off the floor behind him.  

[Lucyal]

Hel honestly wasn’t sure what to expect, using it on a Hunter…but she wasn’t disappointed.

She may have looked a bit stunned to see that it actually worked…but then there was a swell of pride and accomplishment. Oh of course…laughter. Even if the Hunter thought he looked cool, Hel thought he looked ******** ridiculous. So while he may not have attacked, Hel did not extend the same courtesy. She pulled her head back and then head butted him. Hard.

She then leapt back a bit, and summoned her weapon once more, grinning.

HP: 43/50
DMG: 11  

[Bittiface]

In his pleased stupor, he didn't see it coming. The knock to the head made the poor hunter wobble unbalanced, staggering about to gather his wits as he held his forehead.

<stupid with a beard!>>

UGH Whatever! He sassed back in his mind, stumbling over his own feet to grab Tenya. Now that he was no longer seeing stars, Otto spun around a few times and hurled Tenya at the Valkyrie, running to the other end of the room to catch her before Hel could attack.

Otto: 26/50
Damage: 10
Charge: 2/3  

[Lucyal]

Hel noted to herself…that this Hunter’s fighting style was rather…choppy.

She had plenty of time to dodge that attack he just did…but she didn’t. No…she wanted to feel what it was like to get hit by a weapon like that, so she took it. The reaper staggered as the giant boomerang struck her, getting the wind knocked out of her. She choked out a laugh. “You are sloppy, kid. A mess.” She lunged at the young man again, and thrust her spear at him.

HP: 33/50
DMG: 8  

[Bittiface]

"WHAT!? Sloppy?! I am NOT!" He yelled, his voice cracking ever slightly. A loud grunt escaped him as the spear hit him in the gut, staggering back with Tenya grasped in his hand. That hurt. Good thing he hadn't eaten recently, cause he did not feel so good.

The teenager huffed, his grouchy features scrunching up as he reeled back and swung at Hel with the weapon much like a club.

Otto: 18/50
Damage: 4
Charge: 2/3  

[Lucyal]

“Oh? Did I hit a nerve? Poor baby.” She cooed. “It is pretty cute how you are playing pretend with that beard.” The ghoul cackled, wincing a bit as he clubbed her like a Sibyl, and raised her own weapon, pulling it back. Hel seemed to be saying something under her breath, though she just seemed to be mouthing it, and soon her spear was bathed in rich purple aura. Hel was pretty certain that if she nailed him with this, she’d have it in the bag.

Too bad she was sloppy in her over-confidence and missed.

HP: 29/50
DMG: MISS (Dammit Mot)  

[Bittiface]

Otto: 18/50
Damage: 3
Charge: 3/3

She was belittling him. Treating him like a child even though she seemed no older than he was.

Every one of Otto's nerves was buzzing about like angry bees inside his bloodstream, making no effort to hide his rage. "You b***h!" He cried out, getting ready to strike. However, he saw the aura charging up and prepared to defend.

Defend against a miss.

....heh.

Otto swooped in soon after and took a wipe at the ghoul, Tenya humming in his mind as she charged up.  

[Lucyal]

Hel just laughed harder as he insulted her. Otto’s next attack was merely a graze, and Hel swung at the young man again, only to miss as well. She let out another laugh.

“Okay, that was just ridiculous. I will get you here soon!”

HP: 26/50
DMG: 0 (Dammit Mot)