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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 7:37 pm
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Needle wasn’t a long stakeout kind of person. He wasn’t even a short stakeout kind of person. When nothing appeared before him, and no one started dashing away from him, he started wrecking the place. He kicked down and through any nearby obstacles and potential hiding places, gleefully destroying what were probably small caches of goods left out for--some reason.
This didn’t immediately yield results either, and he stopped when his first burst of energy spent itself, breathing a little hard and sweeping hair off of his forehead.
”Come on, Hyena. I won’t hurt you, baby” he lied, voice treacle-sweet.
”You need to be in good working order for the big man, after all.”
His vision was adjusting, and he happened to see something moving, almost indistinguishable from the surrounding debris and darkness.
”Got you” he murmured to himself, and threw the first of his needles in the moving thing’s direction.
[[I forgot about the quoting thing]] |
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 7:55 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
The tantrum hadn’t gone unnoticed by Hyena, remaining still to avoid further detection. It seemed his adversary hadn’t noticed him just yet- perfect, it would allow him more chance to see what he was up against.
The figure was shorter than himself by only perhaps a few inches, though built a bit more substantially than himself. This person was obviously high on King Kill’s good graces to be awarded sustenance to afford such. No matter, Hyena had taken down larger and turned them into sludge on the floors of the Pit. The other’s destructive fit did help to expose food, caches of stale or rotted food that he had neglected earlier. He could smell it, but now he had to deal with this minor obstacle to get to it.
As soon as he seemed to have settled into his hiding spot, the adversary had spotted Hyena, throwing something sharp at him and driving it deep into the sinew of the top of his trapezius muscle. It pulled a sharp yowl from him, a sudden scramble to rip the weapon from him before stepping out into plain view.
No point in hiding now.
Another animal shriek, grabbing hold of a rusted and bent pipe by his feet for a weapon, Hyena lunged in with a swinging blow, eager to brain this annoyance and relish the meat it provided.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Angry
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:24 pm
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”Woah now!” Needle chirped, just barely dancing back from the blow. Knowing what Hyena was capable of, he much preferred to keep distance between them, and he kept moving back, cheering the pit dog on as he threw the second needle, aiming generally toward the other arm. It wasn’t a precision art; not the way he was doing it now, anyway.
The name of the game was harass and take down, or lead up to where his boys were waiting down the street.
A minor flutter of nerves caught him in the pit of his stomach, and his grin widened, toothy and entertained. This thing could really ******** him up if he didn’t pay attention, and that was one of the things Needle liked most in life.
”There ya are” he murmured, mostly to himself again.
His back arms began pulling more needles, four in each hand, feeding one each to the front hands.
”I’m a bit starstruck, not gonna LIE.” He threw two more needles on the word ‘lie’, hoping he’d estimated how quickly the dog could close distance between them.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:37 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
The needles were merely annoyances to him, hardly enough to stop or slow Hyena in his attack against this vile wretch. His face remained hidden, hiding the wild eyed and snarling visage beneath- but also covering the mouth of metal teeth that could have easily torn into the man before him. He swung again, hardly giving a grunt as needles were tossed at him- some missing, some hitting their marks only to be violently torn out of him. The layers of scavenger clothes helped to stop the needles from driving in too deeply, but not to stop them completely. Still, compared to the wounds sustained from a regular prime time fight it hardly registered as an attack in Hyena’s mind.
However, dwindling energy was a problem. His swings became sloppy, desperate as he tried to drive the assailant away, or close the distance between them to attempt at a killing blow. He was hungry, he was exhausted, and he was getting desperate. He needed something, he needed flesh. Pulling up the mask slightly, he gave a yowling cry, swinging the pipe again and making a lunge for one of Needles’ arms with a loud snap of metal on metal as his jaws collided. He would play along with this little game, but he needed energy to do so.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Angry
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:54 pm
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He kept the flow of mostly unaimed needles coming, maintaining the distance between them. This was…fun, he decided. Over and again past the general possibility of being killed or worse, the actual game of peppering and enraging the dog was a game all on its own.
It was fun enough that there was no room in his focus for him to continue making cute little comments, and he fell silent, trying to move them back and back, covering more and more ground in the general direction of his boys.
He misjudged, and Hyena got just a little too close. Of course, there were consequences.
”Hup!” He caught the pipe with both back hands, feeling the strength behind the blow reverberating up his arms and into his shoulderblades. That was well and good, but he didn’t quite yank his hand away quickly, and the dog’s famous teeth caught on the meat of his palm.
”Aah!...ha…hah..haha…” His instinctive pained yell trailed off into stuttering laughter.
It would be worse to immediately pull away, and instead of fighting strength with strength (a game he might or might not win, but which almost definitely would result in the loss of his hand) he tried to use Hyena’s momentum against him to push him over, onto his back or into a moldering pile of boxes. He gripped the afflicted hand with the other, trying to keep it steady, hoping the surprise of the movement would get Hyena to loosen his grip, even a little, so he could accept the damage and pull back. Otherwise, he guessed he was following the dog down, and he’d have to do something to keep all of his fingers intact, soon. This close in, he’d ditch the needles and just grab a rock.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 9:11 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
The taste of blood filled his mouth, quenching some thirst he felt he was dying from. It acted as encouragement, goading him to bite down harder and try to tear away flesh. He needed just a little bit, just enough to give him energy to finish this fight. The pipe hadn’t hit anything of consequence, the pair of long and spidery arms behind the assailant catching the weapon but granting him enough distraction to sink his teeth into unyielding flesh. He locked his jaws, determined to keep hold on the limb to either rip away flesh with a jerk of his head or to act as further deterrent for his attacker. He had lucked out with the bite, and he was unwilling to release just yet.
The moment of small victory was short lived, however, as Hyena found himself quickly losing balance and hitting the ground hard on his back. The impact knocked some wind out of him, falling back onto some broken remnants of a cache box- but his jaws didn’t release, not easily anyway. He didn’t realize or exactly knew when his jaws loosened, but in an instant he found himself distanced again from his multi-armed attacker, a mouth full of blood and renewed vigor to either attack or run.
He moved to start getting up, letting out short, huffing breaths punctuated by high-pitched yips akin to sinister laughter. Blood dripped down his exposed chin, metal fangs glistened with crimson as he regarded his assailant- torn between attacking and making a run for it.
“Meat...” he rasped out, a tongue lolling out slowly to lap at the spilled blood on his lips and teeth.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Tired, hungry
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:18 am
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A shiver of apprehension ran down Needle’s back, and he slowly lowered himself to grope for one of the hard bits that could have been either rocks of bits of bone that he’d dimly seen on the ground nearby.
He looked the dog over in a quick, salacious sweep, moving from the bloody, cackling metal to the groin and back up. The fingers of his ‘good’ front hand wrapping around something hard and basically circular.
”I’ve got some meat for ya, honey” he purred, slight tension evident in his tone. ********, that did hurt a bit though. He flexed the fingers slowly, experimentally, pleased when all but the ring finger still moved without effort.
Rock in hand, he threw himself toward the pit fighter, back arms reaching to grasp and hold down anything he could reach, rock coming down toward the left side of Hyena’s head. Caught up in the moment, he didn't think to use the bar. |
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 12:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 1:32 pm
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Needle was quick to push his advantage, following the other man to the ground. It wasn’t a lot, but it did look like he had sort of weight advantage. Weight counted for a hell of a lot in a fight, and controlling a grapple was pretty much his best bet of avoiding getting a good chunk taken out of him.
Straddling the man, he sunk his weight down, bringing the rock down again in the same spot as his back arms came forward to try to control Hyena’s shoulders, attempting to pin him.
He was sweating by now, his fierce grin returning after a few seconds of closed-mouth concentration as he waited to see if he’d actually make it to the ground before the pit fighter got his feet. Again, he’d seen the show. He’d seen Hyena on the ground before.
”See, doesn’t this just feel right?” he breathed, the last word coming out in a pleased snarl. Unnoticed by him, his damaged hand bled freely, dripping onto the other man’s neck and collarbone, his agitated movements keeping it entirely open.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 1:45 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
The haze lingered for longer than he had wanted it to, but was aware that he was on his back, bleeding, and pinned to the ground by a man with a weapon in his hand. This wasn’t the first time he had found himself at such a disadvantage, and he doubted it would be his last- but past and future were abstract concepts when the present posed a far more dangerous situation. He knew how easily anything could be turned into a weapon, and how easily a rock could be used to bash in a skull and end a fight quickly. Hyena decided that he wasn’t willing to die down here, at the hands of some talkative stranger with blood that tasted vaguely…off. Sickly chemical sweet, like the midnight fires in the winters.
The rock came down again, but Hyena had enough sense to turn and bite for one of the hands pressed on his shoulders- the rock smashing into his forehead instead of the vulnerable temple. It was dizzying, but not disabling. He could still smell the other’s blood, and that was far more distracting than any blow to the head. He snapped at one of the hands on his shoulders again, but his movements were slowed, sluggish, hands reaching out to try and claw for Needle’s flesh in an effort to gouge and gore whatever he could before exhaustion took him.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Dazed
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 2:14 pm
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It turned out Needle was a bit twitchy around the pit dog: once bitten twice shy.
Metal teeth scraped against one hand and he released it reflexively, hissing in distaste and weakening the pin rather than let Hyena get a mouthful.
The gouging fingers were more par for the course, and he sat up enough to make sure nothing could go for his face and tried to move his hands--injured and not, both front hands--around Hyena’s throat instead of holding the pin at all with anything but his back hands (somewhat weaker, if only because they were awkwardly positioned when reaching over his front shoulders).
This was going shockingly well; once Hyena had closed the distance, Needle probably wouldn’t have bet on himself, given the chance.
”I guess…I am just awesome” he congratulated himself cheerfully, arranging his thumbs to align against Hyena’s windpipe, pressing through the pain the jagged laceration against his palm and fingers created.
His grin flickered again as a particularly good scratch opened up his bare bicep, his forearm, the other bicep, scratching through the fabric under one armpit. He tried to ride it out, letting his internal monologue be a series of (manly) shrieks. His eyebrows trembled, but he stayed (mostly) steady.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 2:29 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
Exhausted, but not deterred. Weakened, but not submitting- this was a usual fight for Hyena. Granted he was a bit more underfed before the fight than he would have preferred, but this knife-wielding adversary would be no more a challenge than any other scavenger or raider sent into the Pits to fight and to die. He felt the bloody hands around his neck, another yipping laugh escaping his throat and quivering beneath the choking hold. He tensed the muscles in his neck, pulling his chin down slightly to help keep the hold from cutting off blood supply to his already addled brain. Chokeholds were nothing for him- a sign of desperation from his enemy, a sign the other was running out of options. His fangs glinted in the smattering of light that entered the underground, a flash of gold from his wild stare pierced through the mesh eye panel of the mask he wore. This enemy was sloppy.
He took advantage of the one hand loosening on his shoulder, reaching out and grabbing a piece of broken asphalt concrete by his hand. He reeled it back, smashing the heavy debris against the side of Needle’s head. His intention was to distract at the least- knock out or possibly even kill at best. He would take what he could get. But he knew for sure this….thing with its tainted blood was hardly a meal worthy for him. Kill him, maybe take an arm to eat, and run. Cut his losses while he could. Either way, he needed this to end quickly.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Strategic
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 2:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:17 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
This would end quickly and easily- Hyena could see that now. The spray of blood from the blow to the head spattered across the mask covering half of his face, knocking his assailant off of him with ease. The extra arms were mere distraction, a threat of no solid consequence. Like the Ghostwolves of the wastes, it only looked intimidating, but this attacker was weak, complacent in his abilities. Hyena knew the dangers of being comfortable in a fight. Confident, maybe, but comfortable was a death sentence. He would show that to this pitiful whelp.
He swung the rock again, another vicious cry leaving his chest like a roar of thunder as he brought it back down with force on the man before him. Another attempt to knock him out or to kill him, only this time he lashed out with teeth once more to bite for the nearest limb he could. One of the long back arms was his target, biting into the flesh of the forearm and ripping his jaws away quickly to take a hunk of meat with it. Another bite, another new and gaping wound to the limb- he knew it wouldn’t kill, not immediately, but infection could set quickly and wounds could become septic at a startling pace in a world like this. It was easy to kick the man’s legs away, allowing him more freedom of movement to scramble to his feet and make a quick and hasty escape down the maze of tunnels that lay before him
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Determined
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:28 pm
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Needle could see his death coming. He could hear it, a ripping of skin and muscle from his arm, from his own mouth screaming in a way he hadn’t heard in quite a long time (not since he’d been an actual child, a much weaker and more conspicuous victim than he had been since he’d scavenged his first proper gun).
It was terrifying, but he was glad to know he was man enough to be exhilerated at the same time. If he was going to die, he could at least do it well.
He waited to feel sharp metal at his stomach, figuring Hyena would disembowel rather than just bite through his neck. It would hurt more, but if he could stand it without crying, that was…something.
He didn’t think it had been a mistake to hunt Hyena, even if it ended this way. If he’d succeeded, King Kill 33 would have made his life much more comfortable. The orgy he would have set up would have been legendary. The drugs he’d buy…
Then Hyena was scrambling to his feet, moving away from him. He shot into action, striking surprisingly quickly from the ground. There was a dropped needle right by his hand, and he grabbed it, sinking it as deep as he could into the man’s calf.
”…whoops, not so fast there” he muttered, still blinking spots of light from his eyes. He put his weight on the needle, trying to use it to drag himself back to his feet again, as well as pull through the meat of Hyena’s leg.
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