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The Battle is On (Draconian)

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Anonymous:
Well, this was interesting. Severak had lost his rifle somewhere in here, so he'd have to go retrieve it after this. If there was an after, of course. He felt his body slightly heavy, and this vampire probably wasn't going to give up. Why was he fighting this vampire? He stole a patient from T.R.I.M., and he figured he got her outta there. However, they managed to get themselves into a rather interesting place. He had seen some beasts wandering around, but they didn't dare come close to these two monsters. Severak had his pistol, but was he using it? No. He was basically brawling with her. He didn't even pause to consider using it.

He chuckled, his radio broken from all the impact it took, and he shook his head. Crap, was it starting to come loose? That wasn't very good. He felt his muscles tense up, and then relax, and allowed them to do this before he launched himself at her. One hand going for her throat, the other going to punch her in the gut. He pushed his legs to move, and allowed his suit to help him speed up a little.

What was happening to them? It felt like they weren't even fighting for a reason anymore... just fighting because they enjoyed it. A true opponent. Was this how it really was?

Anonymous:
That stupid bastard! Mae had followed them. Her honour wouldn’t let her sit back while a patient was stolen. That was money! An investment! And the stupid sneaky guard had stole her! Running away from her hadn’t helped, it turned her feral, her pupils were larger than normal, almost swallowing the white-blue of her iris. Her hands trembled with rage and her lips were pulled back, her fangs white and sharp.

While feral she was slower, a little weaker, not as intelligent. Mae didn’t react until she felt the fist in her gut and the hand around her throat. Irritation flowed through her veins and she grabbed his arm, pressing one foot to his gut for leverage before she let out a loud feral growl and her other foot aimed a kick at his head. His fists wouldn’t hurt her, she’d fed recently before so he could make her bleed. Mae was sure that her veins were so full one good punch in the face would make for a mess.

As it was, he’d given her a reason to feel ashamed, he’d made her fail at her task. She’d let a patient get away and it didn’t matter that she didn’t know where she was, and that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there or how she’d get back. The only thing that mattered was him being crippled, severely wounded, or dead.

Anonymous:
Severak felt the blow land, and his neck was around her throat. So she had one of his arms? No big deal. He felt her suddenly try to kick his head, but by actually pulling her closer the blow didn't hit up on his torso, and it was lessened as it smashed into his shin. It might have been lessened, but it still hurt like hell. He used the force of him drawing her closer for him to aim his forehead direction into hers. A headbutt, and he used his body to move forward while dragging her forward.

He didn't feel the blow land or not, but he was sure that it could get worse if he kept her close. He released, and used both legs to kick at her, going backwards. His helmet started to crack, still not revealing any part of his skin. Was it frustrating not seeing the face of your opponent as he fought with you? Was it frustrating that it was not a human, seeing as the blows the vampire had landed could have easily broken a man hundreds of times over?

He chuckled, and then spoke. "I'm somewhat enjoying myself." said his calm, deep voice.

Anonymous:
The impact of his helmet against her head split the skin open and blood poured down her face, a look of shock was on her face and she was kicked back. Her shoulders hit the ground violently and she shrieked her rage to the sky. The moon was bright, and by the time Mae sat back up the skin on her forehead had healed, though the blood on her face and down the front of her dress was still wet.

Mae stood still while he spoke. While she was a vampire, fighting wasn’t her forte. Still, he was incredibly annoying. She kicked him. And he didn’t even flinch. Sort of. Mae stared and frowned before she rushed forward and pounced on him, quite literally, wrapping her arms and legs around his torso and resorting to tearing at his armor with her teeth. Mae clung to him like a snake, her grip growing tighter with each passing moment.

Anonymous:
So she was acting like a snake, hrm? He grinned as he felt the pressure start to squeeze the armor, but nothing really happened to him inside. Suddenly, it got hot. Real hot. The armor was turning red it was heating up. Why? Because Severak knew vampires didn't like fire. And so, he overheated the armor with the cooling goo spat on him in the inside, so he wasn't turned into a barbecue. Honestly, how could he continue this fight if he was dead?

He grinned at her dangerously before smashing his head into hers once more, purely out of carnal instinct to harm her. Now that his armor was flaming hot, that didn't really help at all by reducing damage to either of them. He punched her at the throat, and then basically attempted smashing his boot into her shin. What the heck was he thinking?

Now, the helmet was cracked even more.

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