[BATT] Caffeinated Clash (Tamiya + Ephias)

[Sypon]

16/20

There was the opening! Tamiya lurched forward, but her stomach struck her before he could. The clown groaned and stumbled, hitting the ground with a hand and a knee. This was not the time for tummy troubles. Or, it was the perfect time. "Bile...sack..." Tamiya's eyes started to fade back to yellow as she felt her innards gurgling.  

[Green Minuet]

Degras Tysson

Health: 10
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1

Even as he grappled with implications of the figment in front of him, it melted away. Then, from behind, he heard the juggalo let out a groan. He turned. The purpleblood crouched on all fours, spittle danging from her lips as she lurched towards the earth.

Ephias remained wary. It could be some kind of trick. But then again, she had passed up an attack of opportunity while he had been distracted. The redblood could not decide what to make of it. He reached up to close a hand around the bloodied holes in his neck, all the while watching the purpleblood tremble with sickness. It was not in his nature to strike a helpless opponent. Not even a juggalo.

Torn between pity and disgust, Ephias approached the prone troll. He gave her a tentative kick in the shoulder.

[ Ephias does 1 damage. ]

 

[Sypon]

15/20

Tamiya slashed up at her opponent with her nails, hissing and groaning, and generally trying to get herself together. "Get BACK so that I can KILL - urp - you!" She hissed, unable to put together any colorful phrases in her pain.

2 damage :'D  

[Green Minuet]

Degras Tysson

Health: 8
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1

Ephias had to give her credit. She was really trying. It was clear whatever was effecting her however, was taking its toll. Even as she slashed at his leg (he jumped back, grimacing at his ripped trousers and the ensuing sting of pain), she still seemed pathetic. He was almost tempted to leave her there like that.

Closing his shears, Ephias hunkered down to meet the purpleblood at eye level, close enough for him to speak with her but with enough distance to escape another swipe of her claws. He lay the weapon across his lap.

“It's okay,” he said. “Don't strain yourself. You've changed my mind. I do believe in miracles after all.” He reached out to give the juggalo a comforting pat on the shoulder. “The Merry Messiahs must be watching over me, so let's stop, all right?”

[ Ephias does 0 damage. ]

 

[Sypon]

15/20

6 bammage

Tamiya's nose twitched, and she clamped down her jaw to force down the pain. This ********. He was taunting her, now. Or worse. Pitying her.

It made her bubble with rage that spilled out in a ferocious yell. She braced her hands against the ground and pushed, suddenly spinning around in a whirl of robes and death and snatching Ephias' shears in one hand. Her eyes blotted with flecks of red, like rainfall on concrete but so, so much more ominous. The yellows of her eyes, and even her pupils, dissolved into the color.

"MENDACIOUS HERETIC! SLITHERING, SIMPERING GALACTIC GODDAMN BEWITCHER, STARRY SON OF A ******** c**k-SUCKING SCIENTIST!" She plunged with the shears, all force and no grace, crawling at Ephias with her full height extended in every which way. Aggressive stabbing followed, along with prose that it seemed like Tamiya was holding back.

"Your culling will be just as good for me -- and don't get it twisted, the last thing you'll see are the bitches who you're gonna miss, kid... This planet's got life, don't forget, piece of s**t, I'm the sick ******** that's holding your goddamn knife. You're gonna slip down the slide of the afterlife into the ballpit of ********' strife, b***h! You'll never stop fighting! Never stop dying! Ticket to paradise is out, ********>!"  

[Green Minuet]

Degras Tysson

Health: 2
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1




Ḑ̶͐͐̈́͐̈́̓̋̾̄̂̔͐̓̀͘̚̕ ̴̢̝̠͍̩̜̘͉̗̞͈͒̽̎̃̐̍̕͘͠E̷̢̢̛̼̙͕̬̯̬̙̔́͒͛͋̂̓̌͠ ̴̭̣͆͂͐͑́͂͋̅̏̐͝Á̵̡̢̦̟̘̤̥̫͍̼͓͈̗͉͚̿͂̿̏̔͐̊̋̓̇͐͘͝͝͠ͅͅ ̴̻͛͑̇͂̔͋͂̓̌̓̈̃̕̚̕͠T̶̛͇̓͌͑̈́̂̆̎̎̓ ̵̧̧̝͇̯̹̝͚̤̟̳̝͔̥̦̤͖͛̉̐̓͐̐̿͋̍̐̒͌̾̈̐̈́͌Ḧ̶̛̥̣̜̖̫́̒̔̔͐́̔̕͘̕͝ ̸̙͍̥͕͍̝̪̜͚̟͔̹̮͔̮̀̐̈́̾̆̓͐̀̎̎̋̑͝.̸̛͎̬̫̲̫͇͛͐̋̆̎̍̉̋͘͜



He could not move away fast enough. Ephias scrambled backwards, feet tripping over themselves in an effort to escape. The juggalo was a whirlwind of pain and fury, accentuated by each thrust of the shears. He felt a cool sting on his cheek as the blades sang past, then another on his neck. He kicked out at her. His foot connected with nothing. Gritting his teeth he pulled back, then slipped. His shoe was caught. Overhead, a flash of red.

Pair tore through his arm, then burst across his side. Ephias heaved a sharp intake of breath, convulsing. His pupils shrank to dots, as blinding pain coursed through his nervous system. Without thinking, he grabbed at his side, where a fast pool of blood was dying the snow. Across from him, he saw the juggalo going in for another strike. He ripped his foot free from her robes, then kicked as hard as he could, hearing the click when her jaw swung.

He pulled himself back in the snow, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.

[ Ephias does 4 damage. ]

 

[Sypon]

The heretical redblood's foot smashed into her jaw. She could feel something pop, Maybe the hinge, maybe a tooth. Colors burst into her vision, replacing the blazing red with purples and blues and hot mutant yellow.

Tamiya reached out. A blind slash with her claws grasped at something, anything. After her final blow, she flopped limp. Face first into the snow.

It cooled her.  

[Green Minuet]

Degras Tysson

Health: 0

The purpleblood swiped out at him, catching his scarf, before falling face down in the snow. Ephias did not stick around to see when or if she might recover. Scrambling to his feet, he snatched the shears from her grip and stumbled back. Blood oozed from the gaping wound in his side. A pattern of red dappled the snow around him. Ephias paused only to scoop up a fresh patch of snow. He bundled it under his jacket and squeezed it to his side. With the snow soaking up the blood, he retreated into the din of Bloodfest, leaving Tamiya only a set of empty boot prints and the torn scarf.