He sways out of the path of the scythe with a laugh - and once again there's a weirdness to his movements, another suggestion that his body is not quite... normal or real, perhaps.
"Goodness, did I upset you? Oh, but it was quite funny, you know! Such hope he held, such trust he had in me. It's almost adorable!"
"The trust in the better parts of you was not misplaced," she says sincerely and with narrowed eyes. "You wouldn't have done that to him consciously." But she is still attacking him, spinning the scythe and going for another swipe.
There's a brief twitch of his expression at the mention of the "better parts" of himself before he regains his composure, still doing his best to dodge the swings.
"How sweet. I feel positively forgiven!"
He does not seem to be counterattacking yet, though, instead putting everything into dodging.
"But I'm afraid I've little interest in these pointless discussions of what or who is morally superior. Perhaps you would prefer another opponent to warm up with?"
"I'll be taking my leave instead, then! I am certain there are some small fries around here that can keep you entertained. Before I deem you worthy of an audience, that is."
And, almost true to his words, there's a sense of someone else's presence... behind Lily! And perhaps the sound of a blade being drawn stealthily.
It's some asshole with a sword! He looks surprised that his attack was blocked, then frowns angrily, going for another diagonal swing of the sword. He's not extremely skilled, it seems.
She keeps her guard up nonetheless. There are some schools of thought in combat that teaches you to fight poorly at the start so that you can see all your opponent has to offer.
He might just be bad, though.
She counters his attack, noticing his anger and tries a tact. He seems a proud sort.
"Really, you're supposed to be warming me up, y'know?"
He might just be bad! The man does react, frustration pretty clear on his face as he tries to slash at Lily again. He might not be very good - not entirely clueless, but certainly someone who hasn't learned to wield his weapon as well as he could, relying on a stealthy first strike in a fight.
Her guard remains up, but she does smile, and then laugh, since he has so generously given permission.
Maybe if he's pushed too far, he'll trip up further, or maybe he'll show her something interesting, but she also is not going to wait for that to happen. The sport of a fight drives her wild, but she has things to do and so she grows more intense in her attacks, and tries to force an opening with her overwhelming power, only to feint left before striking from the right and slashing down the middle.
The man grits his teeth in frustrated bitterness as he tries to parry her attacks and make his own - but it's obvious his anger is taking the better of him, swings growing wilder but less coordinated - and when Lily feints to the left he brings his sword down in that direction, a brief glimpse of maddened triumph on his face--
--before the scythe bites into his body. Surprisingly, instead of blood there's a shower of white flowers, spilling out of the man as shock etches itself on his features. He falls back, grimacing in pain as more flowers start to grow out of him, out of the corners of his mouth too, choking him - but he still manages a smug, malevolent grin.
"I-I was still... the first to kill him... can't take that away, not you, not that bastard..."
There's a grimace of pure fury on his face at those words, but he certainly can't move quickly enough to do anything as the scythe swings. Ding dong, the bastard is dead!
His body practically dissolves into the flowers: though there's still some parts of a body left there, it's more like soil for the abundant growth. And, almost as quickly as they came, the flowers start to wither, curl up, the body under them gently breaking up, sinking into the ground.
The world around you fades to darkness, but not for too long. After a time it becomes the darkness of an old, abandoned room rather than sheer blackness of nothing. The atmosphere still hangs oppressive, though, old, creaky wood and heavy, musty air...
And suddenly, a scream.
It's not a voice you recognize, but it's still a scream of pain and fury - and then, suddenly, the surroundings come into oversaturated focus, too-sharp and yet strangely smudged at the same time, the tunnel vision of adrenaline and deepest, primal terror.
A man on the floor, screaming, scrambling, trying to shield himself and fight back; standing over him is Levity, one arm clearly broken, the other hand holding a bat that he's smacking down on the man - again and again and again and again and again and again, mindless, hysterical. The skull cracks and the man stills, but still Levity does not stop.
He does not seem to be conscious as such, and lets Lily take the bat out of his hands easily, stepping back instead and falling down on his knees, immediately curling up to dig his fingers in his hair. He's hyperventilating, weeping hysterically, but his eyes are wide open, staring straight ahead at nothing. Is this what the kids call "post traumatic stress".
He stays in utter shock for a time, choking on his own hurried breath and tears, but he seems to come down to earth a little after a while - at least enough to focus on her somewhat.
"L-- Li--"
He reaches out to grab onto her arm with a shaking hand, still gasping and crying.
He clings to her tightly as though to a lifeline, hiding in her embrace. Slowly his breath grows a little less ragged and he's just crying now, head resting against Lily's chest.
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"Shall I beg for forgiveness? Would that please you? He did, you know."
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
HE IS VERY NOT GOOD
He sways out of the path of the scythe with a laugh - and once again there's a weirdness to his movements, another suggestion that his body is not quite... normal or real, perhaps.
"Goodness, did I upset you? Oh, but it was quite funny, you know! Such hope he held, such trust he had in me. It's almost adorable!"
YELLING AND SCREAMING
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"How sweet. I feel positively forgiven!"
He does not seem to be counterattacking yet, though, instead putting everything into dodging.
"But I'm afraid I've little interest in these pointless discussions of what or who is morally superior. Perhaps you would prefer another opponent to warm up with?"
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She's not above talking shit, especially to this fuck.
"Throw whatever you want at me, I'm not going anywhere!"
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"I'll be taking my leave instead, then! I am certain there are some small fries around here that can keep you entertained. Before I deem you worthy of an audience, that is."
And, almost true to his words, there's a sense of someone else's presence... behind Lily! And perhaps the sound of a blade being drawn stealthily.
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He might just be bad, though.
She counters his attack, noticing his anger and tries a tact. He seems a proud sort.
"Really, you're supposed to be warming me up, y'know?"
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"Yes, yes! Laugh about it, why don't you?!"
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Maybe if he's pushed too far, he'll trip up further, or maybe he'll show her something interesting, but she also is not going to wait for that to happen. The sport of a fight drives her wild, but she has things to do and so she grows more intense in her attacks, and tries to force an opening with her overwhelming power, only to feint left before striking from the right and slashing down the middle.
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--before the scythe bites into his body. Surprisingly, instead of blood there's a shower of white flowers, spilling out of the man as shock etches itself on his features. He falls back, grimacing in pain as more flowers start to grow out of him, out of the corners of his mouth too, choking him - but he still manages a smug, malevolent grin.
"I-I was still... the first to kill him... can't take that away, not you, not that bastard..."
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And then she moves to behead him.
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There's a grimace of pure fury on his face at those words, but he certainly can't move quickly enough to do anything as the scythe swings. Ding dong, the bastard is dead!
His body practically dissolves into the flowers: though there's still some parts of a body left there, it's more like soil for the abundant growth. And, almost as quickly as they came, the flowers start to wither, curl up, the body under them gently breaking up, sinking into the ground.
He's gone, but the darkness around remains.
Onward?
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cw many bad gore
The world around you fades to darkness, but not for too long. After a time it becomes the darkness of an old, abandoned room rather than sheer blackness of nothing. The atmosphere still hangs oppressive, though, old, creaky wood and heavy, musty air...
And suddenly, a scream.
It's not a voice you recognize, but it's still a scream of pain and fury - and then, suddenly, the surroundings come into oversaturated focus, too-sharp and yet strangely smudged at the same time, the tunnel vision of adrenaline and deepest, primal terror.
A man on the floor, screaming, scrambling, trying to shield himself and fight back; standing over him is Levity, one arm clearly broken, the other hand holding a bat that he's smacking down on the man - again and again and again and again and again and again, mindless, hysterical. The skull cracks and the man stills, but still Levity does not stop.
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This isn't horrifying.
"Vivi!"
Lily reaches for him to try and wrest the bat away. "Vivi, please, enough! He's dead!"
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He does not seem to be conscious as such, and lets Lily take the bat out of his hands easily, stepping back instead and falling down on his knees, immediately curling up to dig his fingers in his hair. He's hyperventilating, weeping hysterically, but his eyes are wide open, staring straight ahead at nothing. Is this what the kids call "post traumatic stress".
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"Vivi, Vivi, it's me, it's Lily, please. It's me. You're going to be alright. I'm here with you. Look at me, please. Vivi."
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"L-- Li--"
He reaches out to grab onto her arm with a shaking hand, still gasping and crying.
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"I'm here."
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"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
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"Vivi...you have nothing to be sorry for, okay? It's going to be alright."
One way or another. She will make certain her words aren't a lie.
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