5/23 Sparrow

[23:36] He walked up, as he looked towards the Drakonite female for a moment and kind of sighs in disappointment.

"I swear, I have only been catching kids at my spot..." The male stated, horns extending from his head. He seemed angry, at least outwardly and the occultic spots on his skin where currently glowing in a purple light.

"I will actually let -you- go." He stated before turning back around.

"Get out of my sight."
(John Sparrow)
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[23:38] Katrin isn't much to look at. String-bean thin with her old, tattered overcoat. She appears a little...not mentally present. Shell shocked, until the boisterous male begins throwing his weight around.

She blinks, shakes her head, and pauses a moment before mustering up a little vitriol.

"I'm not some kid. Screw you."

Either way, she keeps on her merry- or not so merry- way. Her rusty tools rattle at her hips and shed little flakes of decaying metal.
(Katrin)
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[23:38] * You have been awarded 10 Roleplay Points! *
[23:41] As the girl stated something back to him, he clenched his fist and turned towards the mortal. Suddenly, blue aura would flicker as he dropped his leg back and forced both arms to opposite sides palms open.

"I gave you a chance." The angered, sad mutant stated before rushing forward towards their current location attempting slap his palm against them. Though, on closer inspection it could be easy to tell that John had tears in his eyes as if something happened rather recently that hurt him, really bad.
(John Sparrow)
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[23:46] She gets up her nerve, grows a little spine, and this is what it gets her. Katrin wanted to go on her way after slinging a little venom, but evidently that wasn't going to be the case. That much occurs to her after she feels a wash of energy rise from behind her and turns her head about to do a double-take. Fear enters her eyes as she's struck.

"SERIOUSYL!? OVER AN INSULT!?" she shrieks in one part terror, another part exasperation.

He's quick. Escape is probably not an option. So instead of a vain attempt at flight she swallows her bile and draws her hammer.
(Katrin)
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[23:49] {Lost Aggressive RPB against John Sparrow}
[23:49] ** John Sparrow has inflicted an injury upon Katrin. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "") **
[23:55] The battle was quick, the martial artist quickly dispatching the weak enemy with a fury of fists and energy occult and normal in nature. Tears where falling from his eyes with every hit, every slash, every motion as the heart break didn't stop regardless of how many people he beat up in this forest.

Was this helping? It surely was making him feel less angry but nothing was stopping the heart break of losing his best friend in the entire world.

Suddenly, John dashed behind his target as he focused his anger, his sadness, and his rage into a single Ghost Rip unleashing a powerful strike towards his target that would linger for some time. Being impowered by his sadness, it was a way for him to share his hurt with this individual that tried to bad mouth him.

"Now... GET OUT OF HERE!" He'd shout returning to his post, waiting for another unsuspecting person to enter his domain.
(John Sparrow)
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[23:59] The acidity, even if in defense of what little pride she had, had done her no favors. There was absolutely no way in all the realms of the world she was coming out of this victoriously.

So of course she's trounced. But, as if that weren't enough. The combatant places a cruel wound across her chest, and an even crueler curse. She cries out in pain, draws the old, shabby coat over the bleeding lacerations, and flees.

Discretion is the better part of valor. Or something like that. Katrin bleeds, freely, but there's an even deeper, sorrowful pang somewhere deep in her heart...
(Katrin)