[PVP] Tempers Flare (Otto vs Hel)

[Bittiface]

The Haunted House had a history of making Otto's life even more miserable than it already was. However, it was a duty that took a lot less effort than most. He could do his part without the stress and anxiety of organizing it himself.

Such as his current project he'd been trying to ignore.

Weapons Candidates? As if. Otto had a better chance of getting killed than getting someone to talk to him. He lacked the patience for this s**t.

With a huff, the small blonde leaned against a dirty wall in a room with exposed beams. He held Tenya closely, her weight pressed against his shoulder. How long could he keep this up before he was found out? He'd already nearly gotten obliterated by Caelius for his misconduct and lack of results.

He hated feeling so helpless in this. It made him even more irritable than usual.  

[Lucyal]

Hel hadn’t been to the Haunted House in a while…but she hadn’t come across a foggy section of the school in a while, either. Always one to throw caution to the wind, Hel let the fog envelope her and lo and behold…

The reaper landed on her feet, and immediately summoned her weapon, looking around. Hunter thrashing was always a good way to let off of steam…maybe she’d be lucky and find one! She’d never been disappointed before…but Jeepers…was the Haunted House always this…foreboding? Something felt off about it…Oh well.

The reaper dashed and hurled herself at the nearest wall that looked weak, breaking through the rotting material to make some noise and hopefully attract some com—

Oh hey.

That was some bright a** orange and gold trim underneath her.

Hel grinned, flipping through the air and landing on her feet once more. She whipped around, pointing her spear at the Hunter.

“OH! It is you~ It has been a while!” Her grinned widened. “Have your balls dropped back down yet?”

HH Room Effect

Rolling a 4: NO HEALING IS ALLOWED IN BATTLE. Someone is whispering to you about something, but you can't place out what, it is hard to focus. Everything distracts you, even the tiniest flash of light or flicker of movement

 

[Bittiface]

Before Otto could react to the obvious noise of running, he was buried under rotting wood and the weight of a big bosomed reaper. The teen coughed, making a noise of discontent coupled with some mild curse words as he threw off rotted beams off his body.

"Luckily, yes." He grunted at the female, getting to his feet. Debris now littered his attire and hair, an angry look painted on his face.

"You achin' fer some hurt or what, b***h?" He seethed and readied Tenya.  

[Lucyal]

“Good! I will shove them back up your a** for you then!” She grinned wickedly, and kicked a piece of wood at him as she brandished her weapon. “The only one who is going to be hurting here is your little punk a**.”

Oh yes…this was a good Hunter to run into.  

[Bittiface]

HP: 60/60
Damage: 14
Charge: 1/3 || /2

"I ain't lettin you anywhere near my balls." The pain of being kicked in the groin by steel toe boots was an experience he never wished to go through ever again.

The hunter knocked aside the piece of wood with Tenya in one swing, and then pushed forward suddenly. He ran at the ghoul, brandishing Tenya's jagged ends in three full swings aimed at Hel's torso.  

[Lucyal]

Hel was about to retort, until the little twerp took the initiative. She let out a hiss as his weapon slashed at her. Luckily her chain mail took the really brutal sharp edges, but damn, this kid hit hard! “Not bad for a little p***y!” She taunted.

The valkyrie twirled her spear, ready to return the favor, and instead of swiping at the kid with his large weapon, she instead thrust her spear at him, aiming a stab for his torso.

HP: 36/50
DMG: 12  

[Bittiface]

HP: 48/60
Damage: 6
Charge: 2/3 || /2

Hel's hollered teasing calls were met with a short sneer. Taking her insults personally were on the back burner to kicking her a**.

A sharp and short cry escaped the blonde as Hel's spear went at him on an angle he didn't anticipate. He pulled away from the weapon, his Fear shield taking a good chuck of the physical damage a spear would have done to his body otherwise.

Tenya was twirled once to build momentum, before Otto took a short dash forward. The weapon was swung at the wingless Valkyrie, aiming to cut across her collar.  

[Lucyal]

Music to her ears.

The reaper pulled back her weapon, and immediately shifted it to block. It came a bit too late, though it took a lot of the brunt behind that attack. Still, the ghoul was hissing as his weapon slashed across her collar, luckily her FEAR shield taking the damage. That would have been a pretty nasty gash otherwise…

Yes, she was vain about her body, shut up.

HP: 30/50
DMG: 0

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

HP: 48/60
Damage: 12
Charge: 3/3 || /2

Otto didn't skip a beat or miss a breath. His attack didn't stop after the slash across the collar. His weapon came backward still, aiming to strike the Reaper across the side of her head with the blunt end of Tenya's middle.

Whispers and voices seemed to permeate through the walls. Or was it his own mind? It made him uneasy, but with a target like Hel to keep track of, he wasn't about to break concentration now.

Lucyal

 

[Lucyal]

Hel was getting ready to try and block the next attack and then—

Ow.

Taking a solid hit to the head like that was brutal. For a moment, the room seemed to split into multiples, as did Otto, and in fact, bells seemed to be ringing in the ghoul’s head as she stumbled. The reaper shook her head rapidly, hunched over slightly. A spell circled then appeared under the ghoul, and just as quickly as she bent over, she was up again, one hand stretched out towards the Hunter as her magic took the form of a raven and soared right through him.

HP: 18/50
DMG: Y2 Battle Cry - 12

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

HP: 36/60
Damage: Miss
Charge: 3/3 || 1/2 Battle Cry Y3

Otto had seen some strange things in his life, but oddly enough, this was the first time he'd seen a student perform what most would call Magic. He was almost too stunned to remember to dodge or block, an odd sort of curiosity taking over as he wondered just what Hel's spell would bring about.

He sucked in a breath as he was certain a bird had flown right through his gut, an odd and painful sensation stinging inside him. His hand instinctively checked for a hole on his torso, to which there was none.

The hunter shook off that feeling, bring Tenya up high as her runes glowed red with bloodthirst. However, as he readied the move to hurl Tenya at Hel, those voices returned. Soft and eerie whispers itching behind his ears like stray hairs in a breeze.

Otto was unable to concentrate, the power of his charge falling short, and Tenya sailed above Hel without giving her so much as a scratch.

Lucyal

 

[Lucyal]

Hel was…sadly enough…pretty pleasantly surprised that her spell worked this time. It just hadn’t been going well as of late…but oh well! Not the time to worry about it. The ghoul’s eyes widened as the Hunter’s weapon glowed, and she sucked in a breath as it soared right across the top of her head. Man. Talk about the skin of your teeth sort of thing! She had a feeling she would have been in serious trouble if that struck her…

Taking advantage of the Hunter’s miss, and being wide open though, Hel brought up a foot and rocketed it right into Otto’s gut to push him back away from her.

HP: 18/50
DMG: 8  

[Bittiface]

HP: 28/60
Damage: lol nope / either a miss or a dodge
Charge: 0/3 || 1/2

Otto let out a grunt, the strike from Hel knocking him backward. His held a hand over his stomach, wincing at the feeling inside that lingered. Tenya finally came swooping back to her hunter after her wayward flight. Otto lifted his free arm, catching the giant weapon with one hand, while his icy blue gaze narrowed at Hel.

He tried to compose himself once more, lifting up Tenya enough to try and strike at Hel.  

[Lucyal]

“What is the matter?” The ghoul sneered as she came closer to the Hunter. “You were putting out earlier.” The wingless valkyrie easily dodged his swing, ducking under the large weapon to get up close and personal with the Hunter. Instead of using her weapon though, Hel shifted the spear to one hand and pulled back the other.

She made a fist and socked Otto right in the gut again.

HP: 18/50
DMG: 5  

[Bittiface]

HP: 23/60
Damage: 4
Charge: 1/3 || 1/2

Hel's chide remarks further infuriated Otto; the Valkyrie's voice merging with the eerie voices that haunted the room. Another sharp noise escaped the teen as Hel struck his stomach again. He had to fight not to lose his lunch right then and there, hunching over and using Tenya as a means of support to straighten himself back up.

Otto was off center, but not completely out yet. Distracted and in pain, his next swing wasn't the strongest he usually pulled off, but it at least grazed her dominant arm.