[BATT] Its aMAZEing to see you again (Deimos - Punkie)

[Micillia]

 

[Micillia]

Punkie was checking up on her maze, the one she had started many sweeps ago, and then let the Messiahs do with what they would. She had invited someone else to join her here, a tealblood that had really made this maze amazing. The boy had given the place a sense of wonder and mirth that she could have never reproduced on her own. In a sense, this was their place of bonding. This was where the Messiahs had brought both of them, and she wanted a reunion. She just hoped the boy got her letter.

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

Deimos did not know how the letter had made it to his hive. He hadn't given that Orangeblood from sweeps ago any real information about himself as far as he was concerned, but still somehow that awful thing had arrived. It was an invitation to meet back that the horrible maze they'd first met at, a place he'd had no intentions of ever returning to. But, despite being older, Thypion seemed to have gotten even more insistent on getting him to do things. Probably due to the almost dying thing... Thypion assumed that making friends would be a good thing- regardless of who it was with. He probably didn't even remember the maze.

Dei found himself making his way down to it- taking his sweet time partly due to disinterest, but mostly due to the prosthetic on his right leg aching after a while. He really needed to get a better one... Eventually he spotted her in the distance. He sighed, then approached her. "What do you want?"

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Punkie was all smiles as she waved at the tealblood as he approached. This was gonna be great! She nodded at him as she looked him up and down. He still had those weird bags under his eyes, but he looked a lot taller and stronger now, which was just what she had hoped for. "Long time no goddamned see, grubbucket!" Punkie said cheerily, ignoring the boy's grumpy attitude. "The mirthful Messiahs have called us here today, you and me, to test our gulbdamned asses against the grain of mirth!" Punkie started, taking a deep breath as she continued with her fairly long winded and nonsensical explanation of their meeting today. "From the time this shithole of a rock we call Alternia was made, thrown into the ******** existence of reality by our godforsaken Messiahs, it has been troll tradition to fight like sons of bitches. We have been goddamed gathered here today by the mirth and ******** will of the dark carnival, to always have a glubbin performance in our damned plumpbiscuites, and pay for the debauchery of our ******** existence. It is with all the goddamned will in the world that we, an a*****e like yourself, and a juggalo like myself, were brought here to test our ******** spirits, in a clash of mirthful movements and combat the goddamned universe has yet to ever lay its copious eyes upon!!" The juggalo had raised her voice throughout the sermon, so she was yelling at the end. Taking a deep breath, now that words were no longer spilling from her mouth, the juggalo went into an aggressive stance. "The performance of ******** combat!" Punkie yelled as she ran towards the boy, attacking him.

Attacking!
Hp: 20/20
Damage: 3 damage dealt

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

The noise, honestly... As she prattled on it took ever ounce of self-control to not just cover his ears and walk away. He knew this was a waste of time- was she suggesting they go back into the maze? Hell no. He had no intention of doing that.

It wasn't until the end of her preaching that he realized she meant for the two of them to fight. Caught off guard, he stumbled. He still wasn't quite used to the prosthetic, which made his reaction time slow down even more. Punkie managed to hit one of his arms as he attempted to step out of the way, but was unable to do anything in return because of it. "What the ******** is your problem!?" He snapped, and then steadied himself. He needed to get this over with fast- he wasn't ready for this.

HP: 17/20
DMG Dealt: 0

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

"Problems?" Punkie asked, oblivious to the boy's outrage. "No ******** problems here! Just a friendly show of mirthful dedication to the masterful Messiahs! A goddamned bout, so to say, to show one's ******** faith!"

Punkie pulled out a waterballoon and lodged it at the boy's head. "Come at me! Ya grubnut!"

Attacking!
Hp: 20/20
Damage: 3

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

Again with the Mirthful Messiahs! Mentally he made a note not to ever respond to anything from this girl again - it'd likely be a load of crap. He should really learn to focus on what he was doing though as his moment to make a mental note earned him a water balloon to the face. Spluttering with increasing anger, Deimos retaliated by completely forgetting he even had a weapon and opting to pick up a nearby stone to hurl at her. That oughta do it. "Leave me out of your creepy fanaticism!" Of course after the rock had left his hand he remembered that he did, indeed, have at least a small mace somewhere on his body...

HP: 14/20
DMG Dealt: 3

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Fanaticism!

Punkie shivered at the word, how it sounded coming from the tealblood's lips. "Most ******** excellent!" She exclaimed at the tealblood. It was then that the rock hit her on the head, bring stars to her vision. "S-say it again, you slime grub!" The juggalo taunted, still seeing stars.

Attacking!
Hp: 17/20
Damage: MISS!

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

She was stunned, he could get away theoretically... but if he left she might try to follow him back to his hive. And he'd never live this down. "Why don't you just shut up?" He picked up another rock and hurled it in her direction. If she came closer, then he'd... try something else.

HP: 14/20
DMG Dealt: 1

Micillia

time to fillllllll 'em in + w +;;;

 

[Micillia]

Punkie's smile turned into a disapproving smile, something she somehow managed to pull off. "Throwing goddamned rocks?" She said condescendingly. "What are you? A grubbing wiggler?!" She took out her knives and hurled one at the tealblood. "You look like a ******** grub in a goddamned troll's body!"

Attacking!
Hp: 16/20
Damage: 1

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

"Oh, I'm the grub? You're the one picking fights for invisible people." He hissed angrily. He started to advance forward, but the knife thrown his direction caused him to stop. He barely managed to move out of it's direct path, instead getting a nice slash for his efforts rather than a stab - which, was... better than being stabbed but still hurt. "If anyone's the grub here its you." Knife danger aside, the started forward again, producing the miniature mace he'd forgotten about being attached to his shorts, and attempted to hit her with it. Anywhere.



HP: 13/20
DMG Dealt: 5

Micillia

lemme know if none of that makes sense the tv is on and i'm not entirely sure what i just wrote >___>a;;

 

[Micillia]

Punkie lifted an arm to block the mace attack. It left her arm bloody and bruised, and she ended up stepping back a second. She forced her smile, clenching her jaw. "Invisible? Grub? Do you even KNOW the Messiahs?!" Anger coursed through her and she forgot the pain, her vision turning orange her smile turning manic. "FOR THE ******** MESSIAHS!" She screamed, not even attempting to talk or listen.

Attacking!
Hp: 11/20
Damage: 5

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

The look she gave him was enough to cause him to falter for a moment - maybe he'd gone a bit too far there - but then again maybe he hadn't gone far enough? He still didn't know how she'd gotten his hive address. "I don't need to!" He winced at her increased volume, finding it grating on his ears. He swung again - still not really aiming for anything in particular, aiming instead to just make her shut up.

HP: 8/20
DMG Dealt: 4

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

"WHOOP ******** WHOOP!" Punkie yelled, channeling the capricious rage, enjoying how it seemed to take over her body. She took the hit from the tealblood's mace, it hurt, but she could hardly feel it through her rage, but it would probably hurt like hell later. She swiped at the boy with her daggers.

Attacking!
Hp: 7/20
Damage: 3

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

A miscalculation in where to put his foot earned him a nice slash from the dagger Punkie was wielding - he hissed in pain, retaliating by swinging the mace at her again. Clearly he needed to work on his fighting skills with another troll- not just a dummy that would sit there and take his hits.

HP: 5/20
DMG Dealt: 5

Micillia