towerofanimus | ♉pen

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Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Around!
Format: Action to start, but I’ll follow
Summary: Somebody's po’d about suddenly being not at home!
Warnings: None at the moment

[He’ll only stay in this room as long as he’s forced here, he resolves. Being caught so completely, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, is neither pleasant nor comforting. In fact, if he allowed himself these thoughts anyway, it rather terrifies him. Nothing like being dropped into an unfamiliar and likely dangerous situation with a body that won’t move. His mind reels as he waits: Gotta be a highblood plot, right? But how would they have found him… hmm. And what about his cavalreapers? Everything feels off-kilter and strange, and the very moment he can, he slips across the communal respiteblock floor, wings half opened, and tries the door]

[AND LATER he’s moving carefully through each floor, suspicious and irritated. His head is held at an odd angle as he explores, lowered slightly so he’s forced to peer up through his brows to see, but his horns carve a sharp, dangerous arc through the air, settled at just about goring level. It’s not really the best threat, but he’s made them work for him in the past when he’s been desperate. And hey, if this isn’t a desperate situation here, without his soldiers or his beasts or his weapons, then he doesn’t know what is! So yeah... watch out, guys… This troll fit to snap at the first thing that looks at him wrong…]

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[Goddammit you were supposed to let go, ffffuuuuuu really wishing he had a lance with him. Even just a regular blade would be better then this]

[He grabs her wrists when she doesn't let go, digging the point of his claws at the softest part of them. At least he can try to make her bleed before she throws him @_@]

[AW FUCK that hurts, enough that she hisses like a snake when they shred through and her tyrian hue bubbles to the surface of her skin as she flings him down the hall. She looks mildly annoyed for a moment before she brings to appendage up to her fangs to lick it clean and her expression warps to disinterest. AINT EVEN BOTHERED, SUMMONER.

She's not going to actively pursuit him though -- she's interested to see whether he'll run, charge at her, or wait for her to make the next move.]

[He's... quietly thankful she doesn't come after him, because it does take him a second to recover and reorient himself. Being tossed around by your head sucks! Still, it's quick enough that he catches her annoyed look, and feels so pleased with himself aaahahaha. YOU WERE BOTHERED DON'T EVEN LIE]

[Ends up... mirroring her pretty closely, bringing a hand to his mouth and licking the blood off the end of his claw. He grins against her disinterest though, trying to push her into attacking first now that they have a little distance between them]

Careful, lady! You might uh... hurt yourself.

Says the dirtblood who narrowly missed a beheading not moments ago.

[She smiles far too pleasantly at him, rotating her wrist once before letting it fall. SHE WAS NOT BOTHERED, YOU CRAAAAAAAAY. She's also not moving.]

[Baww, that's unfortunate]

Beheading requires a blade, seawitch. I wasn't in any trouble. [Shifts his footing, opening his wings and... leaning like he might charge her]

[But he doesn't. He just... holds there and smiles back]

[She laughs, low and amused.]

Then you're not thinking creatively enough. And that is why you will never win against me.

[When she sees him shift, her muscles subconsciously brace themselves to react, though her posture doesn't shift.]

[He sees her tense though. He wouldn't be a very good cavalreaper if he didn't know the tells of a fight! And it only makes him grin wider that he can get her to react at all, even if it is subconscious]

You underestimate us. And that's why we'll win, even if it takes sweeps and sweeps. [Still hanging out here, half lunged, but having this conversation like it's a normal every day thing to be talking to the Condesce about rebellions]

[...oh this one doesn't know. Cute. Well, time to fix that. Her grin nearly splits her face almost manically, enough to reveal the second row of teeth hiding behind the first.]

By all means, continue throwing yourselves at my feet. I've claimed two leaders of both ridiculous movements. Three is the magic number, is it not?

Perhaps one day you'll all understand that your efforts are futile and worthless.

[...welp. That was really not what he was expecting!!! He knows about the first one, obviously, the Signless is what inspired him to do this in the first place. But... he definitely hasn't heard about a second? Maybe her propaganda was good enough to completely wipe out all mention of it... But that doesn't seem possible, and that terrible terrible smile of hers definitely suggests differently!]

[UHHHHHH... Blinks, and his wings sort of... falter, half-fold]

You're wrong...? [WAIT, WHERE DID HIS CONFIDENCE GO. FUCK]

[Oh that's so much better. His hesitation only fuels her malice. She begins to step closer again, trying to entice him into a charge.]

Oh, but I assure you I'm not. And there's no such thing as martyrdom when all of your followers are dead and gone.

[hhhh dammit Summoner you are dumb, BUT GUESS WHAT, she wins! Because he does charge. Well I say charge...]

[Really, he jumps, wings propelling him up far higher then the jump itself, and turns over himself in the air, coming down at her feet first. It's all one smooth rather practiced motion, mindless, because in his head he's just going NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, not really thinking at all!]

[The second he starts moving, she's counting, eyes following him like a predator. Once she deems that he's close enough, she dives forward out of the way and twists around to catch him once he lands, attempting to sink her claws straight into the bases of his wings near his shoulders.]

You rebels are all so predictable.

[He's already moving into his next strike as he lands, which is the only reason her claws don't hit quite right! She still catches him though, the sudden pain so close to his wings making them spasm, the chitinous frame of them striking up against her. They are quite strong! Be careful about them]

[Meanwhile... lkjsdf sob this really hurts!!! His wings moving around are just aggravating the places where her claws are dug in. He jerks his head to the side, trying to catch her in the face with his horns, reaching back and trying to grab her arm. Just... ljsdf need to get her off his back!]

[She takes the horn in the face, which dazes her for a moment into backing up as she is releasing him and kicking her heel straight forward to try and knock him over. Its the only reason he misses his grabs, but her vision is a little shaky now that he managed to clip her.

But that doesn't stop the Condesce from trying to follow through with her plan to pin him to the floor with all of her weight.]

[Takes the heel, falling forward again with a low, annoyed growl. He can't get his wings to work right, or this would not really be a problem. But without them, it's near impossible to get away. He learned long ago that trying to roll out of danger with his ridiculous horns is a Bad Idea]

[Instead he's just trying to turn around to face her. It's clumsy, but maybe he can catch her again with his horns again if she tries to get close too soon]

[She's already learned that lesson. Instead she simply combs a good amount of her hair out of her eyes and looks down at Summoner smugly.]

There we are. Right where you belong.

[Stays where he is for now, just making little motions towards standing. Getting his feet under him. Setting one hand behind him. The other hand though... folds into a QUITE RUDE GESTURE directed right at her! FUUUUUCK YOOOOOU]

Your flirting could use a little work, your highness. [All these mixed messages about whether you want him dead or not! Honestly, what's a guy to think!!!! And man, that is the driest 'your highness' in the world lksjdf]

[And this will be where Condesce tries to snatch said hand and break said finger.]

You could only wish you were so lucky.

[Ah... Sugoi. This definitely works for him, because the moment he sees her hand move towards his, he gets rid of the gesture]

[Gets rid of it and lets her wrist slide neatly into his waiting fingers, grabbing it tight, and tugging himself to his feet. Or... her down to him, he's not really picky which it is! Wherever it is they meet though, at that point he has a fist to introduce to the squishy parts of her abdomen! Several times if at all possible]

You only wish I was that desperate.

[Oh.

She should've seen that coming. Everyone knows the Condesce's fuse is rather short to begin with, so when he manages to outsmart her like that, a vein pulses in her forehead and a strange hissing noise passes between her teeth. But she's not giving him any ground, so he manages a couple of punches before she manages to get her feet under her again...

And then moves to knee him straight in the bulge.]

[llakdsfaljsdf HEADBUTTS HER IN THE FACE which is half strategic maneuvering to knock her out a little while he recovers from such a terrible and underhanded move and half FLINCHING IN FUCKING PAIN]

[BLOOD PRESSURE RISING, now she's dizzy and mad, that's never a good combination. She summons a reserve of strength and seeks to rip her wrist straight out of his hand to smack him across the face, though she makes sure to do it with all her nails out in an attempt to damage one of his eyes, or at least leave a nice mark on him.

Naturally, she can only half see where she's swinging. The main goal here is to untangle herself from this mess before he tries that maneuver again.]

[Don't worry! He is already stumbling away from her, wishing he'd worn a better set of pants for this. Making mental notes about always wearing a proper set of armor now that the Condesce is rolling around the hallways with him, when her nails catch him, just barely, across the cheek. Just enough to cut him open and give him a different, much more infuriating source of pain to focus on]

[And suddenly he's just kind of throwing himself after her. Remember how you didn't want to get bullhorn!tossed before? WELL YOU GOTTA DODGE IT AGAIN!!!]

[NOPE NOPE NOPE the second she sees him charging, she throws her hands out to catch him by his horns to try and once again steer his momentum into a wall or doorway. At least if she gets him in a room, she can shut the damn door in his face and change into new attire that isn't stained with dirtblood cooties.

And then maybe come back later with her culling fork.]

[NON! He is not startled this time (mostly) and he is also SURPRISINGLY PISSED OFF FOR A LOWBLOOD, so while she does start to redirect him a little, he just... plants his feet, grabbing her arms and trying to yank them back into place. Also digging his claws into her skin again. Because if he can get her to let go this time, it will work much more in his favor!!]

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