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abraxaslogs2023-12-04 08:58 pm
thedevilwhorose) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-12-04 08:58 pm
watch the fires rise, burn through my skin [open]
Who: Lucifer et al
When: December
Where: Thorne, Horizon, island later in the month prob
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Violence
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell comin' after you
I've got blood
I've got blood on my name ♫
[Will match style.]
When: December
Where: Thorne, Horizon, island later in the month prob
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Violence
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell comin' after you
I've got blood
I've got blood on my name ♫
[Will match style.]
/)_(\
He's also got to not get his ass kicked immediately, and that means the name of today's game is whack-a-mole.] But I'll let you get the first strike. [Because his answer is agility and evasion. He'd love to have a dance with her magic singing as his partner, and if he can get in close, get his fingers like claws wrenched to peel into her skin--well it'd be a bonus, but not a necessity. His hands are his only weapon here.
His blade as always is hidden away and obscured. There's enough possible onlookers that he won't allow it to be any consideration.
But she knows that all he needs is his hands. ]
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the anger that has been building under her skin is pushing outwards, hitting a peak that she no longer focuses on pushing back. he says oh, we can just get to it and she doesn't really wait to hear that second set of words, doesn't really let him finish setting his feet. in half a second, her hands are up, pushing a wall of force energy directly at his knees and feet, which should - if she acted fast enough - still be in motion to find his footing.
yennefer knows it won't be this easy. she knows that he has plenty more up his sleeve, and really, there is a deeper part of her too that knows this is all for show in the first place. but truthfully, honestly, that isn't the point. the point is that she can do this, that she has the chaos to use, and that finally - finally - there is a way to let it explode. ]
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Because this?
This is beautiful.
He'd never call her that, never even let Istredd feel the thought from him (not because Istredd would care, oh no, it's purely because Lucifer simply refuses to let anyone know it).
But she's beautiful. Lucifer's never really seen her on the attack. He's seen her through a waterfall of overbearing thoughts and his power overwhelming and yet scattered away from him and her holding the other end of his rope for whatever she stole of his power...
He's never seen her move. On her own. Under her own strength not something borrowed.
Anger is beautiful, straight-up.
Her blow does knock about his footing but he sweeps over it, finding his balance with an eerie amount of grace and he goes with the strike instead of drawing away.] If you wanted to dance that badly, you could've just asked. [His feet skip, and he ducks low, and charges for her. A bird divebombing yet still with his feet touching the ground, one hand tucked at the small of his back--a waiting defense--the other determined to make purchase with her arm and yeah
okay
maybe he does want to claw her apart a little more than just petty desires.]
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[ her voice is cold, sharp. she doesn't even bother raising it, knowing that the message will make its way to him one way or another.
because she is angry, and the moment she stepped out into this arena she's decided to let it free. and it feels good, too good, dangerously similar to the steps of sodden and dangerously similar to staring down a diving dragon and dangerously like she might just lose control over it all.
she won't - because she knows how it feels to lose it, to have it taken from her, and to live without that feeling. to live without control. now that it's returned to her, her chaos and her control of it, she knows how far she can go.
there is no army to burn down, here. no thousands and thousands of bodies to set fire to, as well as the entire valley with it. no, she has one enemy here, and while part of her wants to end this as quickly as she can, a larger part of her doesn't.
the blow does land, but not squarely enough, his reflexes quick and honed. yennefer expects it, is already in the midst of her own step to the side. he is diving towards her, one arm tucked behind his back, and she sweeps her hands around - pushes another wave of force at the back of his legs and ankles, adding more momentum than he's prepared for as she steps out of the way of his reach. and even if he does reach out to close the space, she's got her hand prepared to guard herself from whatever it is he's going to try and striker her with. she knows it won't be enough to fully take him down, but as he passes by her, she pushes even more into it, trying to shove him into the nearest wall. ] Or I'll do it for you.
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Not helping, but nothing Lucifer is doing is helping except the ultimate goal. Funny, and fitting, for him. The moment he understands Yennefer's trajectory he doesn't easily accept it as much as he will, eventually, no matter what, hit that wall. He'll just fight in the process. Inhuman swipes of hands and a magic buzzing under his skin that he can't actually use here but might remind her all the same of the mountain.
There's not enough anger, of hatred, of manipulation beyond his usual set bounds, though could give him enough oomph to push a grace-fueled shot.
But Yennefer doesn't know that.
His back slams into the wall, spine straight, and his eyes are alight with fire. He wants her close. He wants her to feel him cornered, back to the wall, nowhere to go. He wants her to remember what it's like to have the devil pinged, like Geralt in his most feral state had felt, but Lucifer isn't experiencing Koth visions here. Lucifer is, balanced on a razor-sharp blade, in control.
One of them needs to be in this fight, no matter how much he acts otherwise as his lips draw back in a sneer, white teeth revealed, more beast than man in most fight. Doesn't matter how under the weather he is. The myriapod isn't here, and that makes him all the more dangerous.
He pushes into her, teeth clenched and exuding annoyance and while he bites at his teeth like he's going to once again go for his throat, it's all feint, one hand another false attack, and the other? Power and weight and impossible--going for her side, intent on blood, and ruin.
He loathes being called 'monster' more than anything in the world, but the way he fights? It wasn't the myriapod that made him move as he did. It was just the myriapod pushing him beyond his limits, and blurring friend from foe.]