towerofanimus | A couple promised closed (or semi-closed) logs

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A couple promised closed (or semi-closed) logs

Characters: Enoch and Lucifel, and anyone who would visit his room too. Just let me know! Also, Enoch and Lancer.
Setting: Dorm 3-18 backdated to November 1st, Floor 62 backdated to December 1st
Format: I'll match!
Summary: Enoch has had something very unpleasant happen to him as a punishment for too many failed riddles. That is an understatement. Also, he and Lancer agreed to a sparring match.
Warnings: Talk of being flayed may happen if you press for information. (If this is one of your listed squicks I'll actively avoid it coming up), maybe blood or broken limbs in the sparring match? There is a tangent involving sexual discussion.

Dorm 3-18, November 1st

He woke with a scream.

Or tried to. In his sleep paralysis it was only a choked sound as he stared at the ceiling wide-eyed. Unable to move or speak, all he had was the nightmare he'd just lived, punctuated by Eleven's shrill screaming. All he had was that he was not in pain. Parts of him were still numb from revival, but he was not in pain.

An involuntary, low, distressed moan was what told him he could move again. Shaking and pale, he pushed himself up. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and his gaze was unfocused, glazed-over. He raised a hand, still numb and tingling, and pressed it to his own chest. With something between a laugh and a sob, he curled up on himself, a tight human ball on the bed.

Unlike the time that had given him such an adverse reaction, there was nothing driving him to keep going. Only the horror of what had happened.

Floor 62, December 1st

The beach had always been a calming place for him. That is, until his return to Meridian. As he waited for Lancer, he watched the waves, arms folded as his thoughts wandered. Mostly, they wandered to Armaros, and their time in Meridian. Time spent there, he on a large dune watching as Armaros swam.

And now, he was here. Torn apart. In so much pain he could only blame him.

A nautilus shell washed up against his foot. He bent down to pick it up, idly playing with it as he waited for Lancer, stewing in his own thoughts.

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*Enoch isn't a fighter by disposition. He only makes the first move if that was his intention all along. And this time, it isn't. He raises his fists and drops into a battle stance, rolling his neck to loosen it.

He can't swim, so the first order of business is getting away from the water, while it's still early in the fight and his mind isn't clouded by adrenaline. He begins circling, up and farther from the tide, maintaining caution.*

[Lancer gets impatient as he and Enoch circle each other. Therefore, even if his back is toward the water, he makes the first move. It's a kick at Enoch's head.]

*A kick aiming that high is just begging to be ducked under. He does so and lashes out with a roundhouse kick in retaliation, trying to catch him before he has his feet firmly planted again.*

[Lancer gets his feet knocked out from under him, but he's quick to plant a hand on the ground and try to flip into an upright position again.]

*And while he's doing that, Enoch draws a leg back, a flash of energy at his foot the only indication this will be anything more than human before he lashes out with a rapid-fire flurry of kicks that would be impossible for any normal human to pull off. It was meant to catch him before he was ready, but doubtlessly a Servant's speed would be able to handle such a feat - his ability to turn is limited and he's only balanced on one leg while he's at it.*

[Indeed, Lancer's speed allows him to block the kicks, though it take some effort on his part. This time, it's his turn to try to knock Enoch off balance as he pushes hard against Enoch's raised leg during one of the kicks.]

*It works. Enoch tumbles backwards into the sand, leaving him open for a moment as he gets to his feet.*

Gotcha.

[Lancer dashes forward, closing the gap between them in just one step, and swings a fist at Enoch's face.]

*If he wasn't just standing up, he would have been able to duck that easily. But he was, so Lancer's fist crashes into his jaw as he turns his head in a failed attempt to dodge, and he staggers at the unexpected force. It's been a long time since anyone's bare-fisted strike was so effective against him...this is the strength that survived that drop from above a modern skyline, after all. A normal human's jaw would have been broken severely.

Enoch rubs at his cheek a second before lunging into a punch of his own - a feint from the left to hopefully catch him with a hook from his dominant right hand.*

[Lancer dodges the feint, but because he's shifting his position to prepare another punch of his own, he can't dodge the right hook. It slams into his jaw, forcing him to stumble back and to the side. When he recovers his footing, he wipes away the blood coming from his torn lips and laughs.]

Oh man, that one was good! First time I've been punched so hard in a long time.

I haven't fought a man of your strength on friendly terms in a long time, myself!

*Another roll of the shoulders, and he charges forward, ducking a bit and aiming a punch at his chest - since Lancer seemed to like going for his face, he'd just put his face lower.*

[Lancer reaches to block the punch.]

This means we gotta spar more often!

[He'll step to the side and then forward to try and get closer at Enoch.]

Of course! *The last word comes out in a grunt as he lashes out with a kick to try to catch Lancer as he comes closer. If it hits he'll follow up with a quick push of his foot to try to knock him off balance.*

[Lancer moves his free arm to block the kick, but the following push does make him stumble. He'll regain his balance quickly, but until then, he'll be wobbling.]

*Enoch takes that opportunity to go for another roundhouse kick, this one high.*

[Lancer barely dodges that one. He drops low to the ground to try and swipe a kick at the leg Enoch is standing on.]

*Enoch leaps off that leg, and clear's Lancer's leg with a jump off thin air. He has barely just enough time to angle himself for an attempt at a diving kick at Lancer.*

[Lancer, seeing the diving kick, aims to counter with a kick of his own, kicking upward at Enoch as the other man descends.]

*On one hand, that's not a very stable position for Lancer. Enoch still has all his momentum and he'll be crashing into Lancer's leg with it.

On the other, said momentum has him falling straight onto Lancer's foot, the inner thigh of his trailing leg hitting first, hard enough to numb the whole leg. Enoch groans in pain as he collapses, either onto Lancer or onto the sand. He staggers as he tries to stand, function returning to his jarred leg all too slowly.*

[Lancer hadn't expected Enoch to crash down on top of him. As a result, he makes no attempt to dodge until it's too late. As Enoch knocks him over, his grounded leg buckles into a strange angle and ends up pinned under their two bodies.]

Fuck!

[Even as Enoch is trying to stand, Lancer is trying to roll over to somehow get his leg back into a position that won't result in any dislocated bones.]

*Enoch isn't making any move to attack, himself, feeling down his leg for any sign of a broken bone. Luckily, he's made of tougher stuff than that (again, being forcibly slammed into concrete from above a modern skyline), no way the one strongest bone in the human body is going to break that easily when it's his. Nerves, on the other hand, are proving a little slower to recover, and it takes him a moment more to find a stable stance again.*

Are you all right?

[After some squirming, Lancer has straightened his leg back out. While his bones are in no danger of breaking, his patella has been dislocated. He has to pop it back into place before pulling his leg straight. It's a risky method for humans, but as a Servant, he has the ability to heal from this sort of wound.]

[Still, it doesn't help the pain. And his leg is still wobbly as he tries to stand on it. As a result, he leans heavily on his good leg.]

Fine. Just give me a moment to rest up.

And you? Are you okay?

*Enoch nods.* I'll be fine. I need to rest a moment, as well.

*If for nothing else than to make sure there was nothing hiding beneath the adrenaline rush.*

[Hearing that, Lancer sits down on the sand, stretching his legs out. He pats the area next to him.]

Then come on. Let's get a proper rest.

*Enoch joins him, supporting himself with one hand on the ground.*

That was...unexpected. *He can't say he's ever seen anyone try to kick him out of a diving kick before.*

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