[BATT] Time's Up (Scorpa + Stryke)

[Doutei]

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[Doutei]

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HP: 20/20
Damage: 3 + 1 = 4
Military grade weapon:p +1

Click... click... click...

The sound of heels approached. Pausing outside the holding cell, a figure breathed in the air. The pressure in these lower blocked off chambers felt different, it felt rigid. The kind of atmosphere that heightened the sensation of being trapped. It pleased her to know the prey waiting inside would be under such stress. Trolls were interesting when they were blocked off from their usual means. Unable to run, she couldn't wait to see this one's fallback plan for herself. Flydra had instructed her to have fun with it and do whatever she had to in order to push the yellowblood into using his ability.

"Bleeeh!" She looked up at the security camera and playfully stuck out her tongue at Flydra, who would be watching everything from her monitors. Unconcerned and finding the whole situation to be simply a game to help her moirail out. Grinning, she turned back to the door and waited to hear it click, signaling it was unlocked. Opening the door, she entered and let Flydra lock it behind her, Even if he managed to try and use his time magic on the door, the other hallways that led here had been preemptively locked behind her. Part of why she'd waited at the door was to ensure a long enough time had passed that it would be too much of a strain on Stryke to try and escape that way. Flydra had figured everything out. She was so smart~

"Time to get up! Let's play!" Scorpa unsheathed her blade. It was a bit gaudy, decked out in Superstar colors, but it was deceptively dangerous. As if to prove it, she jumped straight in, charging straight at his chest. He would undoubtedly move to dodge most of her attack but that was okay. The point here wasn't to kill him but rather to push him. Drip by drip, those stressed beads of sweat would fill his hourglass.

Eventually he'd crack.

leon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke's last memory was that of pain. It had explodes in his thinkpan causing him to fall into a forced sleep. His small frame had remained limp for most of the trip. He heard the sound of clicking along with the sound of a door opening.

Struggling to make sense of where he was, Stryke opened his eyes. Disorientated he groaned in discomfort. Dark yellow tinted rings had formed under his eyelids. The visions of clowns had left an awful pit of dread in his stomach. The forced nap had been anything but comforting.

That wasn't why he was awake however. A voice had called out to him to wake up. Blinking rapidly he realized he had a problem. The troll from before was coming for him. Her gaudy weapon slashed at his chest, leaving no time to respond. Hissing in pain, Stryke fumbled for his daggers.

Only he did not have them. Nor was his artifact pocket watch on him. Panic blanketed his mind as he pulled away from the worst of the slashing. Anger boiled within his veins. "w..what? why?! why am i in this room. who are you!" The very air he breathed felt stifling and threatening.

A dim glow of his psionics surrounded him.

Stryke felt fear knotting at his very being. How was he supposed to defend himself?! However, as fate would have it he saw the taller troll in fact had his daggers. The holster was on her, as if to taunt him. The fact this was a stranger made him all the more upset. He would need to try and take them back.

Where ever he was, it appeared to be a prison of some kind. The road ahead was not clear, his path uncertain. He would have to remain strong and find a way to escape. Somehow.

HP: 16/20
DMG: Miss
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: 2/2
Artifact: N/A
Weapon: N/A

Doutei.

 

[Doutei]

Quote:

HP: 20/20
Damage: 0
Military grade weapon: +1

"It's rude to ask for names without giving your's!" Scorpa smirked over at her captive. She'd always wanted to say that stupid line. It was a popular one in some of the shows she watched. Heroes and villains alike used it. She was acting like a villain here, the enemy in his story but she knew the truth. Lorata always told her. She was a hero.

"Tell you what. I'll loan you these if you tell me who you are." Scorpa reached down and patted Stryke's daggers. She allowed the overhead lights to shine and glint off of her own sword to highlight why he'd want them now. It was a stupid move to give him a weapon to fight with but it was otherwise going to be soooo boring! Scorpa wanted things to be interesting!

"Come now, don't be shy." Her long ponytail swished behind her as she craned her neck to look down at him.

"Tell me what I need and I'll tell you what you want back." Would she?

leon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke's expression was less than enthused given her smirk and obvious use of pop culture. With the thin trickle of blood her weapon had drawn as a reminder she was not to be trifled with. Exhaling slowly he inclined his head slightly. His long hair rustled, contained by the ponytail that held it back. "ah...of courssse.. where are my manners?" His tone lacked it's usual welcoming tone. Adjusting his stance he tipped his head up to look up at her. The troll before him represented his imprisonment..somehow he doubted he would be allowed to simply walk away.

It took a great deal of will power not to be short with her. Drawing on his usual patience, he pursed his lips.

"my name...is stryke nvrmor." He could have lied and given another name, but what if there was a poster out? Would that anger them further if he was caught in a lie? He was treading on dangerous grounds. Stryke would not tell them anything about the rebellion.

For his name he received his daggers when she tossed them at him. Surprise showed on the yellowbloods face as he held the familiar weight in his hands at his side. Was it foolish or was this troll that confident in herself? In place of attacking her just yet, Stryke shot a less than friendly look as he waited expectantly for her to uphold her end of the bargain.

What now? He didn't know what to expect.

HP: 16/20
DMG: 4 DMG
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: 2/2
Artifact: N/A
Weapon: +1 DMG

Doutei

 

[Doutei]

Quote:

HP: 16/20
Damage: 1 + 1 = 2
Military grade weapon: +1

"Strike? Don't mind if I do~" Her lips pursed into a smirk as she followed the daggers she had tossed, closing in on him. Metal met metal as her blade connected with his. Her attack wasn't intended to hurt him just yet, but rather to get in close.

"My name is Scorpa Devile." Her smile was playful and genuine. She loved attention and this troll was forced to give her all of his. Trapped in a cell with some nervous prey was a great way to spend the evening in Scorpa's book, even if he was a bit stiff still. She'd have to loosen him up!

Then the real fun could start.

"We're going to be spending a lot of time together so don't forget it, kay?" Swerving her blade against his, she maneuvered it to slide up to lightly tap his chest and barely nick him. Expecting a knee-jerk retreat, she pulled back to let him re-position himself while preparing her next assault.

leon_a_darkangel

sorry for the wait!

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke could barely comprehend how joyous she seemed to be able to toy with him. He bared his teeth at her, flashing his sharp canines. It was sickening how she smiled. He wasn't her prey or something equally weird like that. It reminded him of how Muerte toyed with him..yet there was something genuinely sinister about the way this yellowblood appraised him.

The clash of metal reminded him he would have to do more than survive. He had to make it out of this..he could not afford to be weak. His life depended on keeping his wits about him.

"scorpa...i wouldn't say it's a pleasure to meet you or your tealblooded companion." He added in a cool tone, his expression was grim. As she pressed her attack, he felt her blade cut into his skin. He winced, the pain was very real. Stryke kicked the taller troll as he swung one of his daggers at her arm. He held nothing back, Stryke was not playing any games.

This was his life after all.

"i will find a way to essscape you both." He stated matter of factly, although how that would be accomplished he did not know.

HP: 14/20
DMG: 5 DMG
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: 2/2
Artifact: N/A
Weapon: +1 DMG

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no worries! i know you were busy and irl comes first c:

 

[Doutei]

Quote:

HP: 11/20
Damage: 4 + 1 = 5
Military grade weapon: +1

"No, it's an honor." Scorpa corrected with a smirk. She and Flydra were not only amazing trolls but they'd just come off of a win of a widely broadcast Starsearch. Not to mention, they were best friends with Lorata Gorgos, only the most wonderful seadweller besides the queen herself. Scorpa took great pride in herself and her friends and wasn't bashful about it. She wanted people to know who she was and admire her.

"Who says there's only two?" The yellowblood replied playfully as Stryke did his best to keep her at a distance, obviously plotting his next attack. She'd noticed his stress on the word 'both', referring to not just her but also Flydra. How would he react if he knew his enemy count was double that? This game was rather exciting when she considered the mental stress as well.

"Think you can esssscape four of us?" The amazon built troll laughed as she dashed in and slashed with her sword, making fun of his lisp. Trolls were so fun when they were ssssscared!

leon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke's eyes widened at her correction. The last thing he would do is call any of this an 'honor'. The yellowblood felt his pumpbiscuit beating like a wild caged animal. There was more of them?! He unconsciously took a step back...not liking the sound of her words. Every alarm bell in his mind and body were screaming at him. Yet there was nowhere to run, he was trapped. "no...that doesssn't mean i won't try." His eyes averted momentarily.

His throat tightened in realization. He would never leave this place, alive, anyway.

Stressed didn't even begin to cover how he felt. Her mockery of his fear made him clench his teeth. As she dashed in, his hand shot out, outstretched as he narrowed his eyes on her. "s..sstay back!" Stryke yelled, angry how scared he sounded. The power of his psionics came to life with a loud chime. Yellow and orange clocks materialized as she was held in place...staying her slash as he was able to move away.

His powers bought him a moment in time. Stryke held her as long as he dared with his powers, although it felt like he was delaying the inevitable.

HP: 14/20
DMG: 0 DMG
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: 1/2 - 1 Charge Used! Nulled 5 DMG
Artifact: N/A
Weapon: +1 DMG

Doutei.

:3c

 

[Doutei]

Quote:

HP: 11/20
Damage: 0
Military grade weapon: +1

There it was.

Scorpa had only been told about Stryke’s powers, she hadn’t seen them for herself yet. She strained against the power holding her back, amazed at how completely her muscles had been frozen. It wasn’t a force she was pushing against but rather her entire body had been unable to move. It was a frightening problem to fight but intriguing at the same sense. She was Scorpa, she would find a way around it. She was invincible.

"Try that again!" The tall troll called to her fleeing opponent. She darted back into his face to try and provoke him once more, slashing mostly to scare him rather than actually hurt. Flydra had suggested using a variety of ways to put him under stress so they could see if his powers would trigger subconsciously without him meaning to or if he had to consciously make an effort to use them. It seemed to matter to the tealblood and so that made it Scorpa’s business.

Anything for her darling moirail.

leon_a_darkangel"

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

HP: 14/20
DMG: 5 DMG
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: 1/2
Artifact: N/A
Weapon: +1 DMG  

[Doutei]

Quote:

HP: 6/20
Damage: 3 + 1 = 4
Military grade weapon: +1

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xxleon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

HP: 14/20
DMG: 4 DMG
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: 0/2 - Last charge used! Nulled 4 DMG
Artifact: N/A
Weapon: +1 DMG  

[Doutei]

Quote:

HP: 2/20
Damage: 0
Military grade weapon: +1

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xxleon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

HP: 14/20
DMG: 0 DMG
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: 0/2
Artifact: N/A
Weapon: +1 DMG