[PRP] Devil daggers [Preacher]

[Blade Kuroda]

While the streets were lit late at night, the lights didn't always fill the alleyways, reducing visibility.

"Preacher. Isn't it a little dangerous to be wandering through alleys in the dark?" a voice called out before a hooded figure wearing a black and gold jacket stepped out to approach the moonwalker.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

Preacher often skulked along in dimly lit areas. It was Ashdown, after all, and no some kind of seedy place. The less well-lit a place was, the more freedom she had to shift into a mink if she felt like it. Right now, though, she was simply kicking rocks until she felt like going back to the house.

"Kuroda? That you?" She squinted. Her eyesight was pretty terrible. "I could ask ya tha same thing. Ain't ya 'pposed to be on like house arrest or somethin'?"

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[Blade Kuroda]

The figure shrugged as he continued to walk up to her, stopping when he was by Preacher.

"It can't confine me," he stated. He loomed closer before he suddenly lashed out. He reached to try and grab the girl before attempting to hurl her into some trash bins that were in the alleyway.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

She was about to laugh when he grabbed her. 'It couldn't confine him'? What was he - some kind of teenager experiencing his first emo phase? Immediately she tried to dig her fingers around his arms, her short nails finding little purchase on his jacket, kicking out with her feet. She connected with something, at least.

"What tha <********>?!" she shrieked.

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[Blade Kuroda]

The figure grunted as he took a kick to the chest. After being pushed back, he immediately lunged back for her. A hand lashed out to try and grab her by the throat, with a grip that may seem too strong for what a person may normally be capable of.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

His hand was around her throat and the skin was still tender. Preacher gasped and hit his arm a few times ineffectually. It was official: Shun Kuroda had either god mad or rogue or back to his ******** roots. Suddenly, her hands shot forward, finger arcing towards his eye... eyes, whatever.

"Leggo," she ground out, hooking one leg around his knee.

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[Blade Kuroda]

Recoiling back as Preacher went for the eyes, he hissed before attempting to blindly slam her against the nearby wall. This wasn't easy to do with the way she was hooking a leg around his knee, but he certainly tried.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

The breath whooshed out of her, her hands trying to instinctively steady herself. Spots were beginning to dance in front of her eyes. Dropping her hands, she fumbled around in her pocket. Raising her hand up, she brought the sharp end of a fountain pen down into his hand with as much force as she could muster.

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[Blade Kuroda]

The figure roared as the pen was stabbed into his hand. Out of anger and pain, he threw a very solid fist at Preacher's head with his other hand.

"Stupid rabbit. Just cower and run like the prey you are!" he boomed.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

She went limp in his hands for a moment, the blow stunning her. Then she twisted, trying to stab him again with the pen. "Not...prey.." she wheezed. If there was one thing she had an excess of, it was a lack of knowing when to give up. Giving up meant losing, maybe dying. Shun had gone absolutely nuts and perhaps it was always meant to happen eventually, but be damned if she was going to just take it. If she could just get the pen in his arm again, maybe he'd loosen his grip more.

Preacher stabbed downward again.

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[Blade Kuroda]

This time, he was ready. He caught Preacher by the wrist, keeping her from stabbing into him again. With a low sort of snarl, he went to ram her into the brick wall nearby.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

She screamed as her back was slammed into the wall. It felt like her shoulder had dislocated and the pain was sharp and so, so intense. His hand was still around her throat and she needed to get free, needed to think... Her free hand clawed at his wrist.

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primal scream
When you scream, people stop moving. They physically cannot move for 15 seconds. Not even to breathe.

lol is this ok? i mean... his hand's still around her throat so gj preacher didn't think this through nor did she do it deliberately

 

[Blade Kuroda]

The hooded figure was about to strike at Preacher once more, but that scream rippled through the air. Something about it just caused him to completely freeze. He couldn't do anything. Even his lungs seemed to have locked up.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

She would have wheezed out a laugh if she'd had the breath for it. The scream was a mistake. His fingers were still wrapped around her. Preacher struggled while he was frozen and, finally, twisted free. She dropped to the ground in a heap. The seconds ticked by as she struggled to stand with her vision swimming. Her arm hung uselessly at her side for now.

Preacher thought quickly. She wasn't in a proper state for a fight, not with her hands still healing, not with her stupid shoulder. Still, she jammed her uninjured shoulder into him, attempting to knock him over. Her throat hurt.

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idk knock her out lol

 

[Blade Kuroda]

The figure had regained control over his own body after a few moments. Not so soon that he could avoid Preacher ramming into him, but it was enough that he could capitalize on it. While she had thudded into him quite solidly, he went to take her momentum to slam her into the ground once he had the chance.

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