Equius and Maaneh fight

EquiusAmpora Presumes he's going to be climbing out onto the roof? Or a balcony?
EquiusAmpora And that it is raining.
Maaneh It's night, but not raining, no cliches here. Yet. And they were on the ground floor. All this empty grass with woodland to one side.
EquiusAmpora Aight.
corpseCommunion will be on the roof to watch, though.
<EquiusAmpora>: --> Thank you
EquiusAmpora Runs around to the side, jabbing at his leg. "--> For a little palpable entertainment"
Maaneh blocks with another quick swing of his Trident, spinning the head to knock the tip of the spear away before he aims a jab at the centre of Ampora's chest.
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: the funny thing is
<Maaneh>: T)(ANK M--E if i SP--EARFIS)( your life
EquiusAmpora Raises his spear, catching it in between two prongs of the trident, and twists it, hopefully forcing the trident down as the spear is pushed down to cut his leg
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: i have no idea if there'd even be a point in RPing Maaneh versus Feferi at any time unless magic got involved
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: you just reminded me that nobody would be able to SEE it
Maaneh feels the trident turn in his hands, but rather then submit to getting a cut he lunges forward on STRONG legs, hoping to headbutt the Troll away for some breathing room.
<EquiusAmpora>: (Magic is for sissies who don't know how to fight with /REAL/ weapons )
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: i did say "unless magic got involved"
EquiusAmpora Twists off to the side as he rushes forward, jabbing at the back of his right leg as he passes Maaneh with about two inches between them.
Maaneh feels the back of his pants tear, but the blade luckily misses. He slides to a halt and turns around, walking backwards quickly for more room. The trident spins quickly in the air to a whistle. Then he flashes from sight, appearing a few feet in the air over Ampora. The Trident is pushed downward toward his chest.
EquiusAmpora Manages to react in the nick of time, jabbing his trident up horizontally with both hands, presumably catching the trident in between two prongs and forcing Maaneh to land off to the side.
Maaneh spins over the trident and lands on his feet with a thump, hand's twisting on the shaft. Then he turns and pulls back, to jab forward Once, Twice, Three times at the other trolls shoulders arms and legs.
EquiusAmpora Is lightly grazed on his shoulder, but the pain rouses him slightly and he swerves off to one side, lashing out at his left leg as he pivots on one foot at the other's side, and once again manages to come down behind him. "--> Even if you culled me"
<EquiusAmpora>: --> Who would care
Maaneh leg gives just a little as it's slashed. He goes down to one knee, feigning pain as he ignores the comment. The trident is pressed into the ground as his shoulders go down. And then suddenly he's throwing a clod of loose earth in the Troll's direction to blind him, before he spins it around and jabs at Ampora's foot and ankle.
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: ...is he TRYING to get himself killed
EquiusAmpora Instinctively retreats as he can't see, narrowly avoiding having his foot skewered on a trident. Against his better judgement he almost jabs blindly into the cloud of dust, but instead backs up a couple steps so he can see what's going on, and activates the routines in his internal software for one of his best tricks; something that would seem commonplace
EquiusAmpora perhaps to a highblood but would be unexpected coming from one such as himself
<EquiusAmpora>: (ugh Maaneh I can never remember who else you play)
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: Maaneh is Cos
<EquiusAmpora>: (drawing a blank)
Maaneh stands quite easily, leg barely aching through the Adrenalin as he holds the Trident like a spear over his shoulder. Quite easily he could throw it as hard as he could at the lowerblood, but instead he just held it up for the moment.
<Maaneh>: [[caligulasAquarium]]
<EquiusAmpora>: (oh derp)
<Maaneh>: [[uvu It's okay.]]
EquiusAmpora As the dust clears, he realizes he's slightly to the left of the tyrian blood, so he lunges in sideways, attempting to bat the trident off to the side, and then drive a wound into his stomach.
<EquiusAmpora>: (Also in response to your question Midna, he has pretty much no concern for anything)
Maaneh slides back on his foot and throws his weapon, )(ARD. In such a short space like this, a human doing this might not impact much energy. Instead, from a Tyrian blood, it might just punch a hole straight through.
EquiusAmpora Had hoped he could save his 'secret weapon' so to speak for a bit longer. Moving at about mach 2 for some infinitesimal amount of time (BSing here), he strains his body, effectively flashstepping around the trident and to the Tyrian's back, which he attempts to cleanly stab.
Maaneh is... rather surprised by this. The trident buries itself deep in the ground and there's the sudden presence of something behind him. The sudden flash of steel through skin was short, before he flashed ahead and plucked his weapon out again to pirouette in the air.
<Maaneh>: fast arent you
<EquiusAmpora>: (I don't mean for this to be some Mary Sue dealie or power playing- he can only do this very rarely and at considerable cost)
Maaneh speeds forward, wanting to PUS)( this suddenly discovered speed; he appears only for a second in the air, before plunging his trident in Ampora's direction, or swinging it like a bat at his legs to push him on the defence.
EquiusAmpora "--> Just fast enough" he said, as he faked a blow to the left arm, instead cutting attempting a wide slash across the left leg, and then darting off to the right.
<EquiusAmpora>: (shit oops)
<EquiusAmpora>: (forget that last one)
<Maaneh>: [[Want to go again or]]
EquiusAmpora Has just enough time after seeing his appearance to swerve out of the way to the right, jabbing at the Tyrian's side as he passed.
Maaneh would not be taking another blow without delivering one to Ampora; he twists in the air and plansts his feet into the ground. The trident is lunged in his direction and back again, before forward more, over and over, faster and faster.
EquiusAmpora Just gets the fuck out of dodge, that is after being lightly grazed on the shoulder again. Noticing that he appears to be in a bit of a rage, he darts behind him as Equius presumes he is still stabbing, making a cut at his already slightly injured leg.
Maaneh lifts his leg and spins around in a kick at Ampora's head. He's not going to fall for that anymore, his foot and ankle swinging like a club made of steel to hit him square against the head.
EquiusAmpora Jerks his head off to one side, but can't completely avoid the brunt of the blow. It sends sparks cascading across his vision, but at least he knows it won't have any lasting damage until later. Readying himself on his feet again, he STRONG jumps quickly in a high arc, tossing his spear down as he's directly over Maaneh.
Maaneh pushes up on his feet, smirking as knocks spear away. Here he's not even aiming to impale, but rather jam the shaft of his Trident between those legs to target soft unprotected shameglobes and bulge with brute blunt force.
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: oh that's just /cruel/
<Maaneh>: [[*CRU--EL 3B)]]
corpseCommunion suddenly understands why he's unwilling to let people's mouths near his bulge: It's because he's scared of karmic retribution.
EquiusAmpora Had jumped in an /arc/, landing not on him but in front of him, and certainly not on anyone's trident. He recalled his spear to his hand, moving forward cautiously.
Maaneh no no he /jumped/ to meet him.
EquiusAmpora Oh wait okay
EquiusAmpora Manages to twist his legs awkwardly, catching and turning the trident in between his armored legs, narrowly avoiding serious embarrassment and dismemberment. Falling back to the ground, he tries to shift his weight so that he can presumably crush one of the Tyrian's arms under his own as they land.
Maaneh lands with a soft "oof" under the lower blood, hands tightening around the trident as he is /mounted/ like some kind of Musclebeast. Won't be putting up with this, another impeccably strong leg pressing down and trying to twist the two of them over so that Maaneh can come out on top.
EquiusAmpora Is flipped over somewhat unceremoniously, attempting to stab Maaneh with his spear which he held in his extruding hand, while the other hand struggled to push the Tyrian off.
<EquiusAmpora>: ( http://trollplay.net/logs/1243980.html )
Maaneh lifted the trident and slammed it down on the lower blood's chest, pushing hard upwards so his arms were roller pinned down. Heh. How's that for a terrible pun. The golden shaft lays over Ampora's throat and lower arms as he hooks one leg over his hip and finally manages to press him down against the ground, breathing a little ragged and eyes burning
Maaneh with a little hatelust. The fighting had got his <3< flowing it seems.
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: he totally has a hard-on right now doesn't h-
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: called it
<Maaneh>: youre not BAD
<Maaneh>: almost like fighting anotter tyrian
<EquiusAmpora>: (ergh wait tiredish so he got pinned? with a trident at his neck)
<EquiusAmpora>: (just asking for clarification)
<Maaneh>: [[He's been pinned; Maaneh is knelt on his lap and his arms are being forced above his head while the Trident lays over his neck. uvu Like, the shaft of it, not the pointed ends.]]
EquiusAmpora Doesn't say anything immediately, just breaks into a slow lascivious grin and says- "--> Fighting you is almost like fighting a purple blood" At which point he does one of the few things left to him, and spits in his face, using the presumed distraction this provides, he rolls off to the side and out from under.
EquiusAmpora Oh, and <3< Juuuuuuuuuuust a little.
<EquiusAmpora>: (Have either of you read Be The Sea Dweller Lowblood?)
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: that's kind of an oxymoron
<EquiusAmpora>: (Reverse hemospectrum)
Maaneh actually lets him go, lifting his leg and driving the Trident into the ground. He stands slowly and wipes his sleeve down his face just a little bit, to get rid of the FILT)(Y fluid.
<Maaneh>: you can APOLOGIZ--E for that now
<Maaneh>: or i can beat it out of you
Maaneh drops the weapon, turning on the spot. Unarmed Combat, anyone?
EquiusAmpora Drops his spear.
<EquiusAmpora>: --> Which would you prefer... /sir/?
corpseCommunion had been waiting for this.
EquiusAmpora 's voice is layered in venom.
<Maaneh>: a bit of BOT)( reely
Maaneh flashes forward and aims a punch right for that face, knee raised to plant in what is immediately a rather muscle abdomen if it misses.
EquiusAmpora Knows he'll need to be at his absolute top form for this; he increases his biomechanical influences to somewhat unsafe levels; this will probably result in internal bleeding later, but at least it won't be fatal.
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: have fun pissing blood later
<Maaneh>: [[If that trident hit had landed, it would have happened anyway. uvu]]
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: heh
EquiusAmpora Tilts his upper body back, taking the STRONG kick to his stomach, winding him. He grabs Maaneh's arm which would have landed a punch had he not moved back, and attempted to throw him to the ground.
<EquiusAmpora>: (We can just offscreen that )
<EquiusAmpora>: (He'll go to his matesprit who's going to wake up from a coma soon and be like)
<EquiusAmpora>: (while you were gone i killed one tyrian blood, pledged allegiance to another, and played black games with a third)
<EquiusAmpora>: (no big deal)
Maaneh hits the floor with another expelling of air, actually bouncing and rolling. But he scrambles up and comes at him again; this time a hard kick towards the legs to get him on the floor once more. Always prefers having people under him anyway.
EquiusAmpora Sets the exoskeleton to DETECT COLLISION so he won't constantly be bleeding his guts out during this fight.
EquiusAmpora Buckles a bit from the STRONG kick, and is crouching a bit as a result. He figures it's time to throw /everything/ out the window, and does something completely unprecedented by grabbing at one of his horns and attempting to leverage it in order to toss him to the ground.
EquiusAmpora <3<
EquiusAmpora Oh fine <3<<
<EquiusAmpora>: (I love this forever)
Maaneh oh no you fucking DIDNT. He snarls as his horn is grabbed and he's almost tossed away; his hands instead go to that wrist and he turns the momentum into a way for him to pull that arm around Ampora's back, twisting it around and up as hard as he can. Not to break, no, but maybe he's about to pull a shoulder blade out of plaice if he doesn't ease up a
Maaneh little, or if Equius goes down onto his stomach.
EquiusAmpora Sees only one reasonable solution here, with his hand still tugging at his horn, he falls backward, pulling Maaneh down on top of them as they land rather roughly; his breath is once again knocked out of him, but that doesn't stop him from viciously headbutting the other seadweller from below.
Maaneh is knocked back and his horn is freed. He backhands Ampora in reply, quite happily, before using the other hand to swing a punch. This is degenerating quite quickly into a indisciplined bout of thick panned fighting. A drop of tryian blood rolls down his upper lip, from his gently bleeding nose.
EquiusAmpora Is probably bleeding from the two earlier gashes in his shoulder, and now certainly the small one on his head. He takes the brunt of the punch in the side of the head, before returning one of his own from below. To make it personal, he attempts to knee the other extremely hard in the groin.
Maaneh is quite aware of that area for, well, a personal reason. He catches the knee with his thigh and takes the punch to his chin. Teeth bared and he lunged down, biting at the lower bloods shoulder fiercely as he aimed another punch at the bridge of the other Seadwellers nose.
EquiusAmpora Winces slightly as sharp teeth brave his shoulder, noticing with this that something /very/ vulnerable is very near his own sharp teeth. Fins. Which he bites, and yanks his head the other way as to produce tension.
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: oh god he'll be lucky if nothing gets torn off
Maaneh mouth goes slack and his hand crushes around the other's jaw; on one side fingers push into his cheek hard and his thumb works the other, literally forcing his jaw open with that hard pinch as he pulls away the shoulder. However, he does punch at the wound again, demanding to be released. So far, there was only a few puncture's in the thin membrane.
<EquiusAmpora>: (I sort of have this assumption that they're like ears in their level of attachement)
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: they seem a lot more delicate than that
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: personally, i assume they're rather sensitive, used to do things like, say, sense the direction of currents
<EquiusAmpora>: (fair enough but dualscar managed to hang onto his and think of all the shit he got into)
EquiusAmpora Is forced to let go, attempting with a supreme effort to flip on top of Maaneh so that he could sock him in the face; which he would do if he was successful.
Maaneh pushed up to his feet and stepped back rapidly in the other direction as he tries to flip. His hand is on his Fin, making sure sharp teeth haven't given him a new war wound. Luckily, it's nothing a little time won't fix. So instead he lunges forward and aims sharp, swift, hard kicks at the troll's ribs.
<Maaneh>: SUBMIT
<Maaneh>: SUBMIT AND OB--EY
EquiusAmpora Is knocked in the ribs as he tries to get up; the interruption halts the process by about a second. A bit of blood is running down his sides now, not to mention his face. As if to make everything more awesome, thunder is heard from somewhere, and a heavy rain begins to pour. "--> Wouldn't you like that"
<EquiusAmpora>: --> But I can take only one lord
<EquiusAmpora>: --> Not to mention the fact that it would almost /certainly/ defeat the purpose
Maaneh laughs, cruelly, rain water wiping blood from his face and lips.
<Maaneh>: i dont want you FOR--EV--ER
<Maaneh>: i just want to break you TONIG)(T
corpseCommunion looks up, at this. Where the FUCK did those rainclouds come from.
<EquiusAmpora>: --> I'm afraid you'd have to fix me first
EquiusAmpora Just grins lasciviously.
Maaneh kicks turns into a stamp, rather cruelly, on that grin.
<EquiusAmpora>: (what)
<Maaneh>: [[he's trying to stamp on Equius face?]]
EquiusAmpora Is standing.
<Maaneh>: [[wwhoops]]
Maaneh well, lets make that another roundhouse kick then.
Maaneh to the Chin area.
EquiusAmpora Takes it, his head lashing back. He spits a gob of blood on the ground. "--> Enough?"
<Maaneh>: not until your on your KN--E--ES
Maaneh actually doesn't hit him again, instead placing his foot down and squaring his shoulders, pointing at the rapidly muddy earth.
EquiusAmpora Looks off to one side, feigning ease. He's actually ready to perform another flashstep, though not until something happens. "--> You'll have to make me"
<EquiusAmpora>: --> And let me ask you this
<EquiusAmpora>: --> A broken man will never hate like a whole one
<EquiusAmpora>: --> So why aren't you looking for someone to /really/ hate?
EquiusAmpora Remains passive, with just the barest hint of a smile on his face.
<Maaneh>: i dont WANT a kismesis
<EquiusAmpora>: --> Why, sir
Maaneh the Trident reappears in his hands, his rat tail whipping the only evidence he moved. And maybe the sudden wave of raindrops that move around a Troll Shape moving at incredible speeds. He lifts the weapon and uses it to illustrate a point; the metal creak and snaps suddenly with a sharp twist. Now it's two short blade from the look of it.
<Maaneh>: i just want someone to FUCK UP
<EquiusAmpora>: --> Then I apologize for already being damaged goods
EquiusAmpora Applies enormous pressure to himself, maneuvering in a way that'd make Bro Strider proud, seemingly instantaneously appearing off to Maaneh's side as he stabbed at his knee.
corpseCommunion ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: which weapon, his?
<EquiusAmpora>: (Equius is stabbing at his knee)
Maaneh Smirks, expecting, eyes following the rain drops. It's just that he's /faster/. He slides between Ampora's leg, going to one knee behind him. And with what would be dramatically a good blow to end on, hint, he tries to impale the back of Equius' knees with the heads of the broken trident.
EquiusAmpora Tries to stab and... Falters. Because he's got a trident in his knee. Which is bent. Because he's been forced into a kneeling position. He lets out no great moan or scream, only a slight groan of pain. "--> I suppose I'm on my knees as it were then"
Maaneh stands up, juggling the last trident. He places one hand, the empty hand, on the shoulder of the lower blood and just leant against his back almost affectionately. Pointed prong tips rest against Equius throat as he pressed what was clearly a hard bulge against his lower back.
<Maaneh>: now just say this
<Maaneh>: just say it
<Maaneh>: i APOLOGIZ--E highblood
<Maaneh>: and im happy to be on my K--E--ES before such IMP--ERIAL COND--ESC--ENSION
<EquiusAmpora>: ...
EquiusAmpora "--> I apologize highblood... and i am happy to be on my knees before such imperial condescension." Is telling the truth, apart from that first part. And if Maaneh had noticed, Equius had formed quite a hard bulge himself, not that he expected to have to do anything but ignore it.
<EquiusAmpora>: (kinda confused as to how they're aligned)
<Maaneh>: [[Equius is on one knee and Maaneh is sprawled out over his back, arm around one neck and the other hand laid on his shoulder?]]
<EquiusAmpora>: (ohmygodyes)
<EquiusAmpora>: --> ...Will that be all
Maaneh sighs, a satisfied sigh. A sigh someone would make in the middle of a Redrom fuck. He takes the Trident head away and tosses it out. The weapon was useless know; he had more. At least it wasn't his favourite.
<Maaneh>: unless you have some other US--E you can think of down on your knees
<Maaneh>: it MIG)(T be
<EquiusAmpora>: (I would have made him fight longer but I was getting tired of that bit)
<EquiusAmpora>: --> Regrettably given our current arrangements there is nothing I can do
EquiusAmpora Oh my god this grin
<EquiusAmpora>: (And I'm getting sleepy)
Maaneh hand slides into his wet hair and he's suddenly tugging it back, sliding off his back. He walks around instead, water running down his back as he stands in front of Ampora. One of his feet lays on the spear, in case he gets any kind of ideas. Slowly he tilted the purple bloods head back, so that Tyiran eyes could lock with purple.
<Maaneh>: good fight
<Maaneh>: i owe you just one last thing
<EquiusAmpora>: --> You owe me nothing
<Maaneh>: i insist
EquiusAmpora Was actually looking him in the eyes for the first time, really
<EquiusAmpora>: --> As you like
Maaneh SPITS in Ampora's face. Then he takes a single step back, turns and is gone.
EquiusAmpora Smiles to himself as the rain washes the blood mingled spit off his face. He's certainly going to have to keep after this one.