towerofanimus | Bloody fourth

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Bloody fourth

Characters: Catarina and anyone around the dormitories
Setting: Dormitories
Format: Action start, will match anyone
Summary: Catarina wakes up after her first death, and something is wrong...
Warnings: Body horror, possible character death/disfigurement with mun permission

[Death paralysis sucked. The last thing she knew was she was being crushed by her costume, and now she was staring at the ceiling, unable to move. Minutes pass, making her more and more angry and scared. Ten minutes finally pass, and she wrenched herself out of her bed as soon as she could, stumbling to the hallway with a strange weight on her chest and throat. Catarina looked around, her mouth curled in a strange scared angry snarl, trying to find a face she recognized]

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[ Haldir had hoped that the succubus would've kept her distance, but alas things never go as planned. She seemed to be unarmed, but that doesn't reassure him enough to sheathe his sword. The blade Lenneth given to him was one that was blessed with the Art of Creation. It wasn't an ordinary sword, but most of its magic remained untapped. This very fact might go in Catarina's favor, but it certainly goes against his. ]

Stay back!

[ The march warden yelled once he unsheathed the Glance Reviver. Taking a quick swipe at her, Haldir soon fell to the floor with Catarina on top of him. She was pelting him with her fists repeatedly, but soon she would find herself knocked back by a harsh kick. ]

Wherever your sanity has fled, you shall miss regret losing it!

[ He says as he quickly stands. ]

[Another snarl escaped her throat as she landed, quickly standing as well. Without thinking about it, her hand viciously twisted the hot water handle, a scalding bloody liquid spewing forth from her neck towards him. The liquid fell onto her, not effecting her, but anywhere the liquid landed caused burns and holes in the scenery around them]

[ The Elf didn't know what to expect once a strange liquid began to drench everything. However, it didn't take long to see what the effects were. Quick to bring up his blade in his defense, a gasp of surprise came from him once the sword began to melt. Slithers of metal slid down from the tip of the blade, and towards its ornament hilt in silver streams. ]

How can this be...?

[ Allowing his shock to claim the better of him, Haldir let out a sharp scream once some of the liquid metal burned his fingertips. Forced to quickly drop his sword, Haldir held his burned had to his chest. ]

[It look Catarina aback too, shutting off the valve as she saw the results. Then she smiled, slow and horrible. For once, she had something that would cause horrible disfigurement and possibly death. The sword melting... yes. That was good. Her hand reached to caress her other breast, this time purposely and seductively]

[ The hilt of the Glance Reviver chattered loudly against the floor after having slipped through Haldir's fingers. No words were spoken as he eyed the melted blade with a look of pure regret. Not too long ago, Lenneth gave him this blade as a prize for his valor during Aelia's time of need. Yet now the fabled sword lays there in shambles all thanks to his recklessness.

Uncertain as of how this fiend managed to destroy Lenneth's gift, Haldir glances back at Catarina with a look of pure despair. ]

How could you...!

[ His concern for the Glance Reviver outweighs his concern for himself. At this point, facing death a second time would be more merciful than to face Lenneth again. How can he possibly face her again after disgracing her legacy?

The answer is, he cannot. ]

[Catarina smiled at him, horrible and nasty. She cocked her hip to one side, patting it, and tried to say You want more, big boy? It didn't matter to her that it came out a garble; that was the point. She wouldn't feed off of him like that. But making him on edge before she used the other valve... she wasn't allowed to be truely demonic often, having to pretend to be harmless to lure her food to her bed. But she was a demon through and through, and it was fun not to pretend anymore]

[ Gazing at the woman in horror, Haldir finds himself gripped by a fear he couldn't control. What is he suppose to do now? There's absolutely no way he could battle her without a sword or two. Even so, his blades would merely melt if he were to try.

Finding the situation to be utterly hopeless, the march warden did only one thing he could do.

He fled.

As much as he would like to bash the demon's head in with the melted hilt of Lenneth's blade, the elf knew that would be a fool's errand. This demon couldn't be defeated, at least not by him. Fearing that his life would be forfeit, Haldir quickly dashed towards the nearby flight of stairs.

Maybe he could lose her in all this chaos...]

[The sudden fleeing stimulated a different side of her. The animal within her suddenly howled with glee, declaring the chase on. Chase meant fun. Blood. Meat. Her stomach agreed with the animalsic part, making up her mind.]

[The chase was on]

[ It was difficult enough to move while dressed in these damnable robes, but Haldir refused to halt now. The witch was on his heels, and she was gaining speed. Rushing up the stairs with great effort, Haldir kept climbing until he reached the 13th floor.

Rushing inside of the cathedral as quickly as possible, Haldir made haste to bar the door with a nearby table. He knew this wouldn't be enough to deter the witch, especially since she seemed to crave nothing more than his flesh.

Now scurrying in search of a suitable hiding spot, Haldir literally climbed up the side of nearby pillar to hide within the rafters above. The wooden beams beneath his feet creaked slightly from the stress of his weight, but they didn't give. ]

[It wasn't exactly easy to keep up with him, with the people and the monsters. But she did manage to follow him into the cathedral, enter-]

[And proceed to have her feet start burning as she set foot on holy space. Catarina leapt out and growled, shifting constantly to try and take the pressure off the burns]

[ A gasp nearly tore from him once the demon waltzed inside. He hadn't expected her to keep up with him, but luck seemed to be against him. Crouched low amongst the rafters, Haldir watched in silence as the witch suffered from her burns. Something about this holy place of worship repels the beast from entering further. ]

She can't get to me...

[ A thought that shouldn't have been spoken aloud. ]

[Yes, he shouldn't have said thought that aloud. Because she just smiled wolfishly and reached in. Just reaching in didn't burn her, but the instant her feet hit the ground, they did. Hm. Welp, there's always doing what she did when she rescued Lauren.]

[Which was bound in quickly and go straight for him, her hands and feet smoking whenever they hit the holy ground]

[ His eyes widened with fright once the fiend charged towards him. In hopes of getting away, Haldir sought to climb higher along the rafters. While such a thought was indeed quite smart since he doubted she could climb as well as he, Haldir accidentally slipped and went crashing into the pews below.

A smog of dust rose when he landed, followed by the terrible coughing of her wounded prey. Blood dripped along the side of his temples, and down his lips. Even his hands were coated with blood, some of the wounds caused from their earlier skirmish.

Laying there broken and injured, Haldir swore he couldn't feel his limbs. ]

[She rose higher and higher, her hands and feet burning deeply with each bounce-]

[Until he dropped down, crashing into the pews. Catarina launched herself down to land on top of him, her hands black with burns. She was intent on pouncing, but the act of doing so made her whine in pain and proceed to stumble slightly, one knee and elbow hitting the holy ground with a grunt]

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Bloody fourth

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