[BATT] Dragon(fly)trap (Stryke + Flydra)

[Yamashii]

how fast can you run?

 

[Yamashii]

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HP: 20/20
Damage: 1

They had been looking for the trolls on the wanted posters a while now with little success. Flydra could not shake the image out of her head of the blueblood with massive hair at Bloodfest parading around in the open, only to completely vanish immediately after the generous Tamiya had circulated the posters to the sirens. It bothered her that they had been so close to a criminal and able to catch one but had failed the queen in that regard.

Which was why they had taken it upon themselves to survey parts of Alternia as they traveled, looking for signs of these dangerous and undesirable trolls. Aside from using it as a chance to spread her business and correct any improper lowblood behavior, it had been uneventful so far. She watched a random troll passing by and pitied them for their short stature. There were some benefits to being tiny but they didn't look very sturdy or strong in her opinion.

There was a sudden sound above them, a potted plant falling from a windowsill about to collide with their skull. Flydra watched the spectacle, unable to alert them in time or knock them out of the path. She rose with her medkit in hand to deal with the aftermath only to watch the most amazing thing she'd ever seen play out before her.

It stopped. The troll hurriedly stepped out of the way. Time resumed.

'I want it.' The tealblood thought to herself, her eyes locked on to Stryke's form. Her hands shook from the excited frenzied energy flowing through her and she hurled a tranquilizer at the boy, aiming for his neck. It wasn't a great throw though and missed its mark quite a bit. Damn, this would be difficult now that he knew he was under attack.

"Resistance is futile. Struggle and you will only suffer before the inevitable."

leon_a_darkangel

it begins

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

For what it was worth Stryke had finally left the swamp to go out and about. His shoulder had been healed thanks to Vremea. Although, the emotional trauma of his last battle with Kursha had taken Time to get over. Yet, like most things in life, Stryke had responsibilities to attend to. The Initiative wouldn't support its self.

Stryke had come too far and fought far too hard to simply give up.

When trolls had left the swamp he had decided to as well. The televised event Super Star Authority was just about wrapped up. Stryke had promised Byakko he would try and keep an eye on those he could. Not only that, he had hoped to pick up supplies along with doing a bit of site seeing.

Stryke hadn't expected the potted plant to come for his thinkpan. It had been a pleasant evening stroll up until that exact moment. His pumpbiscuit pounded wildly. Stryke raised a hand out, using his psionics to stop the event from occurring. In fact, he sidestep the problem. Stryke had grown accustomed to using his psionics. The yellowblood practiced at Salamire Outpost. He had wanted to better understand his powers.

As he went to resume his walk, Stryke felt a sudden sharp stinging sensation. It sliced into his neckline where his scarf didn't cover his skin. Yelping in pain, his hand immediately covered the spot on his neck. A thin line of his citrine colored blood gleamed in the moonlight. "w..what? excussse me?!! what was that for?" His eyes narrowed, glaring at the figure that had addressed him.

Her words made his eyes widen in horror.

"Resistance is futile. Struggle and you will only suffer before the inevitable."

The inevitable..? Did she know who he was? Stryke had become a wanted troll sometime ago. Normally, he could slip under the radar undetected. Fear made his throat tighten as he swallowed nervously. "l-leave me alone..!" He grabbed the potted plant off the ground and threw it at the other troll. While it didn't make great solid of contact, he aimed to run anyway. Stryke had no intentions of sticking around if she truly planned to do him harm. Stryke didn't want to be manhandled by some highblood. Least of all one who threw needles at him of all things.

HP: 19/20
DMG: 2 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1
Artifact: Novice Offensive A - 2/2
Weapon: +1 DMG

Yamashii.

the end is nigh.

 

[Yamashii]

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HP: 18/20
Damage: 0

Out of all the things she had expected, a potted plant to the face had not been it. Flydra was stunned for a moment before her hand reached up to touch the pained area. Her nose was bleeding. She looked at the teal smeared on her fingers and then back to Stryke.

"But why didn't you reverse the needle? How does it work?" She wondered out loud. His ability was so strange and mysterious, she really wanted to understand it. She wanted to have it. Needed it. Why couldn't he be a good lowblood and submit? She stalked towards him, her intentions dark and clear in her eyes.

Flydra threw another dart at him, missing unfortunately. Sooner or later though, her needles would hit their mark and either knock him out or force him to use that power once again. It was a win-win situation to her really.

leon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Oh dear, he'd hit her nose. oh ssshit. teal. The troll was, in fact, a highblood as her clothes indicated. The real problem was she had set her sights set on him. Stryke had turned to leave when another needle landed harmlessly not but an arm's length out. His pumpbiscuit sped up as he turned to look at the troll. He could run or deal with her directly.

Stryke was tired of running from his problems. That couldn't always be the answer.

Using the moment of her poor aim to his advantage, he unsheathed his daggers as he rushed her. If he made this quick, perhaps he could make a hasty exit. Or perhaps he would reconsider her decision. His booted foot swung forward, aiming to knock her off balance. Simultaneously he used the hilt of his dagger making contact as a warning blow.

"my psionics are none of your business ma'm... i asssk you kindly again. LEAVE me alone. i won't repeat myself again." He mentioned, his S's slipping even in his disguise as he stared at her with defiance written plane as night on his features.

HP: 19/20
DMG: 6 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1
Artifact: Novice Offensive A - 2/2
Weapon: +1 DMG

Yamashii.

 

[Yamashii]

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HP: 12/20
Damage: 1

"You are a lowblood. How dare you order me around." Flydra grabbed at the boy's neck and held on to it lightly to threaten him with what she could do as a midblood. She was not joking around. Her nails dug into the skin to cause him discomfort. It would not do to kill him before she got him back to the lab. That meant she was at a disadvantage in the battle. Unfortunate.

"Submit or you will regret this later." The nastier he was to her now, the worse she would be to him once he was locked up for her experiments. She was thinking of calling the rest of the sirens over to test his endurance, strength and mental fortitude. They had lots of ways to break him down.

"It is your civic duty. For the betterment of Alternia."

leon_a_darkangel

wow i guess she doesn't want to damage her research subject yet until in captivity or something

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

The hand on his throat made the color drain from his body. Fear of what it meant to be a lower caste had never been so real. Stryke hated how she expected him to yeild.

Unlike how many of the children of Salamire Outpost had been raised, Stryke knew the harsh reality of the caste system. It had never been so clear as it was right now. He was beneath her and was in the wrong for resisting.

what utter nonsense.

What was he supposed to do? Grovel? Beg? Plead? All of those options made his stomach knot with stress. He despised her words. This was almost like some sick, cruel joke.

The others nails on his already scarred neck felt odd. The sensation made him stare at her with wide eyes as he grabbed at her wrist before letting go. "i..i..see.." He whispered out as his mind raced. This was getting worse by the moment. He had been a fool to come for her so directly.

Waiting just long enough to make her think he'd behave, Stryke pulled not caring if her nails hurt him. He didn't want to go with her! Yanking to be free, he pushed at her taller frame refusing to simply roll over and give himself to her. Stryke
fought against her vice grip to free himself.

HP: 18/20
DMG: 2 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1
Artifact: Novice Offensive A - 2/2
Weapon: +1 DMG

Yamashii

rip(epperoni) I knew you well Stryke.

 

[Yamashii]

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HP: 10/20
Damage: 0

It was illogical. Flydra did not compute. Why was this lowblood going against her orders? She watched him in blank confusion and slight irritation. He ought to be happy that he could be of use to his empire. He clearly didn't know his place on the spectrum. Worthless scum.

"I will not give up. You can fight or run but it won't change the outcome of this." She stalked after him as he tried to put some distance between them. At this point, she was starting to wonder if it'd be more effective to wear down his stamina than bleed him to unconsciousness. After all, she wanted him alive.

Her footsteps were quiet and soft but steady. Every move away from her, she closed in the space between them. Flydra kept a firm distance of five feet between them. It would be interesting to see if he cracked under the pressure.

leon_a_darkangel

flydra you piece of crap why can't you hit anything

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke waisted no time in running from her. She could say whatever the Glub she wanted but he wasn't leaving with her or anyone who planned to use him. He wasn't a toy... nor did he serve the Empire faithfully. He had made that choice many sweeps ago back when Old Hemisect still remained.

Swinging at he,r he had aimed for a well placed blow. Yet came short when he tried to deter her. His chest felt like it was on fire from running.

With his pump biscuit racing in his chest, he swore as he pulled debris in the way hoping to slow her. Although he couldn't afford much time.. she was close on his heels. Her longer legs made it easier to keep up much to his frustration. "I'm not going with you!" Growling, he hissed at her as he turned down another alley way praying he would not encounter a dead end.


HP: 18/20
DMG: 0 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1
Artifact: Novice Offensive A - 2/2
Weapon: +1 DMG

Yamashii

don't worry stryke didn t want you to feel left out with missing :")

 

[Yamashii]

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HP: 10/20
Damage: 6

His words made her laugh. Not a loud cackle of doom. A quiet chuckle of sinister amusement. How foolish. How naive.

"You don't get a say in the matter." The tealblood raised her prosthetic arm and aimed it at his retreating form. She finally had him in a good spot to use her projectile darts. There was an audible click and one whizzed out from her palm straight at his lower back. If it struck, it would release a paralysis agent that would temporarily shut down his legs. Dragging him back to Civisect like that would be a pain but she knew Scorpa was in the area around here somewhere.

She readied another dart in her other hand, while her mechanical one reloaded.

leon_a_darkangel

she finally hit! just in time for you to nullify lol

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

The sensation of his psionics made his skin tingle. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Click. The sound of an object whizzing through the air made Stryke turn around as every alarm bell went off in his body. He could feel the danger he was in.. it made his psionic energy flare to life. Raising a hand out, he concentrated focusing on the feeling he had become familiar with. Pushing his energy outwards the first clock popped up. A second... third... multiple orange, red and yellow clocks popped up acting as a defensive barrier as time seemingly ceased momentarily.

Holding the shield, he swung his dominant left hand out with his daggers. Especially since he had a moment of advantage. With her and the bullet frozen, he looked her square in the eyes. "usssing others for your own gain solves nothing...not like you are capable of understanding as such." He glared his words dripping with cynicism and discontent. It was how she grew up. It was normal troll behavior. That didn't make it right nor any better.

Stryke retreated as he heard the first clock shatter... his time was running out before he could no longer hold his powers.

HP: 18/20
DMG: 6 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1 used! - 6 dmg nulled
Artifact: Novice Offensive A - 2/2
Weapon: +1 DMG

Yamashii

yea no kidding I was like whelp. sorry guys P:

 

[Yamashii]

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HP: 4/20
Damage: 1

Time stopped for the dart and with it, so did Flydra.

Her normally dreamy lidded eyes were wide as she stared at the projectile frozen in place. His bold rebellion made her uncomfortable. His powers, even more so. Flydra hesitated as he started up his filthy twisted ideology. This was why her work was so important. She needed to get scientific proof that the hemospectrum was valid in order to destroy naysayers like this. She wanted him more than ever now. What better way to crush the foolish beliefs of the rebellion than by experimenting on the trolls that sympathized with it?

"You are the selfish one. Putting your own comfort before the important research we could do together. It could save lives if I could learn to reverse wounds through time manipulation. Someday, your vain insubordination will get you culled." Flydra put her fingers in her mouth and let out a loud whistle to an unseen ally. She was sure to hear it and come. Flydra threw another dart, this time at his feet. Her aim was to pierce and trap his boots to the ground.

"That time may come sooner than you think."

leon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke had heard her words as he tried to run. He was selfish for his actions? Curious given she was the one who had assaulted him to begin with. Stryke knew he lived a dangerous life however he had mostly avoided detection save from Kursha up until now. "my powers are defensssive..!" He had yelled back at the tealblood. "they don't work like th-!! A-AHHH!?" Stryke screamed as the needle hit him. His body was tired from repeated use of his powers and the energy burst over the last few minutes. Just as he thought he had been safe with making a sharp left turn pain hit him. A sharp stinging sensation made his leg go numb. Stumbling as he tried to put weight down on his right leg, he felt it give out from under him.

The paralyzing agent made his leg for the now, temporarily useless. As he'd been running, the motion made him crumple to the hard ground. Grasping the needle he yanked it free wincing from discomfort. Throwing it aside, Stryke felt his throat tighten.

Stryke felt trapped. He tried to stand up but his leg simply wouldn't hold him. Panic filled the smaller troll as he scrambled for his artifact. The pocket watch he had found during the run from Busthind to the outer swamps was his last ditch attempt to deter her. Rolling over, he clicked the item open. While a seemingly ordinary pocket watch, he had discovered if he dialed it just right with the smaller button on the side it loaded charges of contained energy.

"i am sorry... i can't be taken by you as i already stated! stay back!" He warned before the laser fired off. Stryke aimed to deter her rather than kill. It was a warning, he meant what he said. Once the yellow beam finished he clicked it closed. Stryke got up on his hands and knees to more or less try crawling away hoping to find something to hide behind... something. Anything other than be a sitting duck.

HP: 17/20
DMG: 5 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1
Artifact: Novice Offensive A - 1/2 - Used 1 charge
Weapon: +1 DMG

Yamashii

ono.....

Doutei

OnO".....

 

[Yamashii]

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Hit 0 HP, Battle Lost

"You're right, maybe not by me." Flydra mused, nursing her injuries while watching him, practically without blinking. She was more intrigued than ever. The dart had managed to temporarily cripple him but they would still need to work fast. His arms were still dangerous and his mind even more so.

The sound of heels nearby brought a soft curved smile to Flydra's normally blank expression. She was here.

"Scorpa, take out the trash."

leon_a_darkangel

gonna consider this rp done after stryke abruptly snaps to black! the scorpa/stryke batt will go up soon i'm guessing. will talk to you more on disc about new potential developments >: 3

Doutei

finish him

 

[Doutei]

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

The sound of heels stalking over echoed through the area before falling silent. A hungry smile appeared behind Stryke, attached to narrowed eyes.

"Gladly." She whispered in his ear. A blow to the head followed. She could have caught the body as it crumbled to the ground but instead looked over to meet the tealblood's eyes.

"Now then... to the lab? Or the ocean?" She questioned their next move, nudging the body with her foot, letting out a disappointed tsk at Flydra's answer. She bent down, picked Stryke's body up, and carried him back into the night.

Yamashii

leon_a_darkangel