towerofanimus | ♉pen

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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[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!!]

[She is starting to lose her temper, judging by the taint of her skin, which is finally beginning to show signs of her blood boiling just beneath the surface. Condesce knows exactly what's going to happen if she releases him.

So there's a brief moment when tyrian blood begins to leak from her wrists before she throws all of her considerable strength into pushing back against the Summoner, trying to twist him off balance by releasing one horn to yank his arm near her face.

Should she succeed, he would find all three rows of shark teeth sinking straight into it.]

[WOW THIS IS PAINFUL AND ALSO AWKWARD AS HELL. Having his arm bit was not ever really a thing he wanted to happen, and he finds himself once again wishing he had a weapon instead of... having to awkwardly fight with the tips of his horns!]

[Because, yeah, he's just going to twist his head here, using the hand still on his other horn as a pivot to drive... the free point into... her throat? Wherever, he's not picky. Because even if the point misses any fleshy bits, the rest of the horn coming down over her shoulder will probably hurt!]

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