[BATT]WHITEWAAASH [Akkira+Zeylla]

[artificial bones]

Bring it ooooooooon!
continued from Mountain Meeting

 

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Zeylla glared into those empty eyes, the inner beast inside her shaking at its cage, eager to fight. But she was still going to be smart, and while the inkling of a smile curled on her face(she was somewhat excited, after all), she slipped from the grip Akkira had of her jacket and walked passed her with a taunting,

"Oh, I'll prove it to you, just you wait and see..." before stalking out of the restaurant. She heard the sever sigh a sigh of relief as she walked passed.

Outside, the wind had picked up and a light flurry of snow came off the mountains, twisting down the streets. Most trolls were inside, and just down a building was a sheltered, but decently wide alleyway. Zeylla didn't bother to let Akkira know she was walking there, assuming that she could handle that herself, and quickly took cover in the alley.

She walked a few paces down the less snowy path and then turned on one foot, while saying, "Now, no changing your mind," maybe a little dramatic but she was feeling the rush of adrenaline already, the blood pumping in her thinkpan, she was feeling that sense of aliveness again. Like unlocking a part of her that hadn't smelt the air or felt the breeze, or the feel of a trolls face against its fist in a long time.

HP 20/20

saihen

e v e you has first rooooooooolll

 

[Blasphemoose]

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Akkira had a hard time keeping up with the blueblood, the wind made it difficult to follow her footsteps and the cold made it difficult to feel things out. But she kept close to her battle partner up until they were in the alleyway, at which point Akkira stopped and stayed at the mouth of the alley. "By the end of this, you'll wish I would have backed out," Akkira sneered, mentally feeling out for any ghosts in the area, she might need them later but for the time being.

The redblood raised her stick and held it as if it were a sword and took a moment to swing it around. She wanted to see how close the walls of this alley were to her. She'd wait though, wait for Zeylla to make the first move. That would be a lot easier than going straight for her when she didn't have the clearest idea what was going on.

"So Come and get me, or are you shivering in your boots like a wiggler?"

Akkira does 0 Damage

HP: 20/20
Adept Support trinket type A: 2/2 roll 1d4. On a 1, or 2, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 3 or 4 heal them by their max hp 2x per battle.
Ghost command: 2/2 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count,

 

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HP 20

She was just taunting her, but still for a moment anger snapped up in Zeylla. But she couldn't go into this fight without a weapon, and she wasn't about to use her stiletto against a walking stick(that was what it was, right?). There was basically trash around her, but just off to the side there was a boom handle. Zeylla quickly retrieved it and and snapped the head off with a loud wooden crack.

She then turned to Akkira, and came in for a swing--

But stopped, because she wasn't sure. Was it fair to fight a troll that can't see?

"You can have the first hit, I feel bad," she said as she stepped back, tapping the ground with her stick and trying to act like she wasn't really doing it because she felt wrong and was just being rude, while in reality she was doing both.

saihen

oh boy

 

[Blasphemoose]

Akkira does 1 Damage

HP: 20/20
Ghost command: 2/2 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count,


Akkira was all excitement and jolly up until that statement. She scoffed "I don't need your sympathy," the redblood said coldly as she removed the sheath from her walking stick revealing that it was in fact a sword. Unfortunately the ability to draw her sword was stopped by the walls, it was not big enough and so the sword remained within it's cover.

With that Akkira held her sword up, ran at Zey and slashed the sword down for an attack. Inwardly Akkira knew that this battle was in Zey's favor. She couldn't do much damage let alone move around with her sword like this. She'd be lucky to land any blows, but she wasn't just going to let it go with that nor would she give up. She clicked her tongue, this was not going to go well "You won't get any from me,"

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HP: 19/20

Zeylla was really glad Akkira's sword(A SWORD THAT BIG?) had to stay sheathed, so when it came down on her left shoulder with a resounding thwap, at least it didn't lop her arm off. She liked the way Akkira responded to her taunt though, with full force and focus.

If not for the alley Zeylla had chosen, this fight may have ended differently. Thankfully, it was turning out to be....enjoyable? Definitely uplifting.

Perhaps, as she stepped back from Akkira's attack, she was feeling giddy, but Zeylla couldn't help but draw this battle out. The feeling of the power in her body, the rush of her blood and pumping of adrenaline were amazing. Better than anything she had felt before. Better then chasing down a beast in the woods, that was for sure. Zeylla didn't want it to end, so she spun around Akkira, and papped her across the back of the shoulders with the broken broom stick, just hard enough to hurt but not too much. Not yet!

Her breathing was picking up, and she felt giddy. This was fun.

"Over here!" she teased.

saihen

SHE LIKES IT SHE LIKES IT!

 

[Blasphemoose]

HP: 18/20
Ghost command: 2/2 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count,


She clicked her tongue as the sword hit her opponent and didn't do half as much damage as it should have. This troll was annoyingly agile. Had she been too cocky before. "Yeah I know where you are," was this troll trying to piss her off or what? Whatever it was, it sure was working and the deep seated rage was bubbling in Akkira's chest, she was better than this! Much better than this!

"Hey, stow the kindness will you, I could seriously kill you! Are you stupid or just--" or was it tactical? Was this troll seriously, tactically trying to get to her? She had to get control of herself, breath, she wouldn't let this blueblood get to her. Akkira slowed her movements and didn't attack only prepared herself for the next one. "Really, I never would have guessed with how noisy you are, if I didn't know any better I'd think there was a hoofbeast in this alley,"

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[artificial bones]

HP: 19/20

She was getting flustered. Zeylla could see it and hear it. The redblood was not handling these small spaces well, and was reverting back to quips and half-hearted threats. Yes, Zeylla was aware that with a sword like hers, Akkira could do some severe damage, but for now it was just a long stick. And she wasn't too worried about that.

Fists would be worse than that sheathed sword.

She was smiling probably her toothiest smile in a long time(it was easy to relax a little when she wasn't being watched) as she came around Akkira's other side and jabbed at her side with her makeshift weapon. Again, not to hard but just enough to prod the redblood and leave a bruise perhaps.

"Your hearing must be bad, because you've yet to hit me. Being a hoofbeast, I should be easy to hit, or am I wrong?"

saihen

e v e

 

[Blasphemoose]

HP: 16/20
0 damage

Ghost command: 2/2 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count,


Akkira swung for Zeylla irritated by the blueblood's quips. "Okay fine, so your a hoofbeast with some hormone challenge that makes you too small to hit, big deal," she missed, Akkira felt out mentally for some sort of spiritual presence, she needed a distraction to get this blueblood to sit still for half a moment.

How was this troll so fast and quiet? Part of the problem had to be the wind roaring so loudly it deafened, Akkira reasoned. Okay so her impulse to fight this troll may have gotten her into some amount of trouble and she had to do anything in her power not to die. She could feel the chill creep into her arms and legs.

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HP: 19/20

Zeylla felt the rarest of chuckles tickling her throat at Akkira's comment. She was frustrated, but evidently frustration did not stop the redblood from cocky, smart a** comments. Zeylla could appreciate that, it showed a certain level of levelheadedness. She easily dodged the swing and tapped the top of Akkira's sheath with her stick before slipping in close.

"Watch where you're standing! Don't want to trip!" she cawwed with held in laughter, and swiped hard at the back of Akkira's leg, hoping to trip her, and if not trip her at least make that leg sore for the next week or so.

She was having too much fun to notice the momentary flash of worry that covered her opponents face. Though if she had seen it, she probably wouldn't have said anything anyway.

saihen

 

[Blasphemoose]

HP: 16/20
Adept Support trinket type A: 2/2 roll 1d4. On a 1, or 2, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 3 or 4 heal them by their max hp 2x per battle.
Ghost command: 1/2 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count,


Akkira felt out for anything, she tried to push her will into making a ghost appear as a distraction, but the slam to her legs broke her concentration and knocked Akkira off balance, all that came from this exercise was an orb of light that shot at Zeyllas face, followed by a swing from Akkira, though it was probably more like a frantic flail trying to stop herself from falling.

In the end Akkira ended up using her sword against the wall to prop herself up and keep herself from falling. This was not good, not in any way good and she knew it. Her mind raced for anything that might help her any sort of plan, but nothing came off the top of her head. "Oh, hardee har you're such a comedian," Akkira said with a sulk as she got back to her feet, any damage she caused Zey was probably all accidental, but she'd take it and claim it was all planned.

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HP: 17/20

A pathetic sound-that she would later deny- came out of Zeylla's mouth when the flash of light shot at her, or perhaps it happened because when Akkira flailed as she fell back her sheath smacked Zeylla right across the cheek. Either way, she made a noise she would take to the grave denying, and at any other time she would have raged, but this time she only stepped back holding her cheek and giving Akkira a good glare.

That lasted for all of two seconds before the smile cracked her face again(her face was going to be sore from all this smiling) as the redblood propped herself up against a wall with a bit of snarkiness. She was feeling rather comedic, she had to admit, so after Akkira had rerighted herself, Zeylla dipped in with another smack, this time to the other trolls sword arm.

"Now, don't get all sour on me!"
As if she hadn't been the sour one at the beginning of this whole fight. Why Zeylla had forgotten why they were even fighting in the first place! She was just enjoying herself with a little light roughhousing (for the most part).

saihen

zey yure gunna get slapped here soon with that tauntin

 

[Blasphemoose]

HP: 14/20
Ghost command: 1/2 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count,


0 damage

Akkira could feel the color rising in her cheeks. Not only was this troll fighting better than her but was wittier than her too? This had to be one of the most humiliating battles ever. It took every muscle in the redblood's body to keep her from losing it completely. She grit her teeth as the swing came down on the arm she was holding and clung to the sword, though now that she thought about it wasn't it her sword that was hindering her progress here? She definitely needed to look into getting a smaller one, she didn't even really use it for guidance.

"As if you weren't far more sour than I am, comparatively speaking, I'm a sweet treat," She said with a bit of an over the top exaggerated. "Any sweeter and your teeth would rot out of your head," Akkira swung around and lunged forward at Zeylla, sword first. She wasn't going to hit anything and she knew it, Zeylla was too fast. "I'll give you this, for curdled milk you sure know how to run that mouth of yours,"

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HP: 17/20

She dodged Akkira' lunge just in time, feeling the air whip around as the other troll moved towards her. The wind screamed suddenly down the alley, and Zeylla had to squint her eyes to the cold and snow that blew in. She had completely forgotten how cold it was, in all her excitement. Her breath was coming out in big visible clouds, but her bloodpusher was still pumping fast and strong, and Akkira's words made the strange chuckling feeling rise up her throat one again.

It was not a usual thing for Zeylla to be so quippy and playful, but as it was, she was feeling what trolls might call 'high on the fight', what with her heavy breathing, wide eyes and voracious smile. She took a step back from Akkira after her lunge, and teased, though perhaps with a little more mirth than before-she wanted a fight, so perhaps if she irritated her a little more...- "I say, feeling rather irritable are we? Perhaps you would fair better without that ridiculous sword?" and as she spoke she whacked her broomstick across Akkira's back, again moving to throw her off and frustrate her even more.

saihen

 

[Blasphemoose]

HP: 13/20
Adept Support trinket type A: 2/2 roll 1d4. On a 1, or 2, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 3 or 4 heal them by their max hp 2x per battle.
Ghost command: 1/2 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count,



To say Akkira was feeling irritated was like saying the wind was cold, or cliffs were high. Rather than taking the time to articulate a proper response akkira blurted the first thing that came to her head,"Maybe you'd work better without that ridiculous attitude!" Akkira swung only to get stuck again and let out an unholy screech in frustration. Her cool had been lost, there was no chill left to hold within this burning redblood body, she was going to get this troll, she was going to clobber those words right back into her mouth she WAS GOING TO THROW HER SWORD BECAUSE IT WAS RIDICULOUS TO DEAL WITH IN THIS SMALL AREA!

With one mighty heft she threw the sword and heard it satisfyingly clatter uselessly to the ground. "How about I make you eat your words," Akkira widened her stance and held her hands up for hand to hand combat. No more miss nice troll.

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