towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: One guilty and pissed off demon (

divinitysoiled) and anyone in her warpath
Setting: Floors 1-6
Format: Action, will match prose
Summary: After what happened here, Catarina is taking her guilt and anger out on monsters and anything in her path
Warnings: Gore, usual succubus shenanigans

[It started fairly innocently. The first floor was as clean as it usually was, until the stairs were encountered. Once there, it was obvious someone had fought a monster and had a few aggression issues to take out. It was a bloody affair with bits and pieces scattered in quite a few places, but other than that, it wasn't that bad.]

[The following floors had worse. It looked like someone had started to go out of their way to find monsters, the aggression becoming worse and worse. As the carnage started to get worse, there started to be the sound of a woman laughing maniacally. Close to the sixth floor was the source, one Catarina Amanto covered in blood, guts, and possibly little else, knife in her hand and eyes wild. She was laughing still, looking around for her next victim.]

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[Which was instantly blocked with... her forearm? She intentionally took the stab with her flesh, her other hand, the one with the knife coming in low to stab at Nesir]

[Nesir blinked in surprise, she had thought the other hit had been lucky, but she had never seen this type of fighting before, blocking strikes with her flesh... It seemed... counter productive.

She was surprised enough that she was a moment too late dodging and the knife struck her hip. She hissed in pain and stumbled backwards taking a few deep breaths, imagining a great storm and throwing everything into the emptiness. Her eyes cleared and she rushed forward again.

She kicked first, aiming for Catarina's knee and the dagger in her left hand moved to slash at Catarina's face.

[That was an easy enough dodge, almost needlessly flipping backwards to both escape the kick and to introduce her feet to the dagger coming to her face. She landed a little awkwardly, the maneuver one she really didn't do all that often. Catarina's eyes were clouded in response to the clearness of Nesir's, clouded with desire and ecstasy.]

[Nesir grinned though it looked a little empty, an unfortunate side effect of the emptiness. She was knocked backwards by Catarina's kick though she managed to keep hold of her dagger she turned her fall into a backwards roll and came up onto one knee.

With her right hand she took one of her throwing daggers, threw it at Catarina's shoulder. A non lethal throw, after all this was fun and if one of them died it would be over. She still held her normal dagger in her left and without waiting to see if her throw had hit she darted forwards again.]

[There was no need to take that strike. Catarina turned to let the dagger fly by her, watching Nesir rush at her again. The need to grab her out of her rush and kiss her, to drain her life force, was starting to become a bit strong. But a part of her that remembered how Nesir reacted to the revelation stopped her at this time, reminding her that this wasn't to make enemies. She wasn't trying to make Nesir hate her. She was trying to have fun, to distract herself from what she did. Reason, instead of instinct. It made her a little slow as she twisted for a punch]

Nesir was still safe in the emptiness but she was having fun. Sparring was somthing she missed from the temple. It was strange since she had spent the last three years grumbling about the constant being dragged outside to train. But shemissed it. There was something about fighting that calmedher. Made the constant anger at the world a bit better to bear.

She rolled out of the way and rushed at the woman again , knife aimed at her hip.

Edited 2012-12-25 22:54 (UTC)

[Catarina twisted out of the way at the last second, still fighting her own instincts to kiss Nesir. Not a good thing. Not unless... She smiled suddenly, full of erotic promises, and raised her knife. Just a little taste. The point of this was to distract herself, after all, and this was a way... her instincts screamed louder than reason for a moment as she reached out suddenly to grab Nesir's face]

[Nesir turned, knife at the ready for another charge. When her face was grabbed she jerked backwards and brought the knife up to Catarina's hand.

She was still in the emptiness, which actually made Catarina less worrying, devoid of her emotions she could see how similar Catarina was to the priests of her temple. It had been the wording; life force that had been worrying. But she had promised it wouldn't kill her, and Nesir wondered if it was the same as when priests drew the energy and power of those that served them.

Still this was a fight and you didn't let your enemies steal your power, it was a very early lesson of the temple. And so she attempted to press the knife against Catarina's hand.]

... no. [The word came on a breathless needy gasp, her hand falling away] I will when you are willing to give yourself to full pleasure. It tastes far better that way.

[So instead she backhanded Nesir]

[Nesir just pulled a face at her, because that would never happen. Though a moment later she stumbled backwards as the strike took her off guard. The emptiness took the pain, though she would hurt when she finally emerged from it.

It didn't stop her for long, she rushed forwards again aiming to stab Catarina's shoulder again.]