dancing after death || gala vs beck
Apr 5, 2020 17:26:41 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Apr 5, 2020 17:26:41 GMT -5
Pure vengeance provides as my advantage, nipping across my Opponent’s skin as brutally as he ripped open my own. The satisfactions hugs at my core, warming me from the soaking downpour around. Reasoning for my success in strength isn’t wondered however, learning already that explanation doesn’t power my weapon again for the next round. Just as it’s always been, it’s pure fortune that destines my fate. Through the heavy droplets fading my vision I stare at my weapon with admiration, a smile unfolding from the redness that now freshly glistens across it. It’s not pain that now fuels Four though, but rather my words from before.
Rage furrows his features, spite bellowing his words. “You think I’d choose this!?” To what he’s referring to I’m not quite certain of. The choice of starting this battle while my back’s turned? The choice of being from a career District? The choice of being here? My eyes study deeply into his own’, seeking the answer without further words that could potentially ignite this fight in flames. My eyebrows scrunch together in curiosity as I search for an understanding - while more words brew from him before I can even establish a thesis.
“They never tell us what we’re really in for, do they?” He wonders, his anger sounding to wash completely from him - as if being drained by the rain flooding down him. Further I’m left baffled by his seemingly wise comments. Rather than focusing upon our circle dance of a fight to the death, it has my brain on a hunt for what the hell he’s talking about. Instantly my eyes harden in his direction, suspicious over the moves he’s potentially performing. This is always what I needed Gwen for, to warn me of other’s tricks.
A moment pauses the atmosphere. “I know it was wrong, that’s not what I’m sorry for.” He explains before his axe barrels for me. Automatically my weapon moves to defense, though my eyelids can’t help but wince at this impact. A pain gently stings at my shoulder, more cloth ripping from this war - but it’s no more than that. Uncertainty brings my vision to the tear, feeling an anticlimactic result for that moment. A relieving breath flutters from my lips.
“Then what are you sorry for?” Bluntly exits from my tongue, with a load of genuine curiosity to go along with it. “Is it because we’re all monsters?” I question, memories flickering back to only days ago. He had said we were all monsters, but that the purple beast upon us was something else. “Was he really that different from all of us? He was sent out to kill just as all of us were.” And knowing I’m no different, my axe wields to kill once more.
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{Gala attacks Beck ~ Labrys (axe)}
bcVbT7Ws||axe
{11167 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Axe)}
Accuracy
axe
{11038 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Axe)}axe·axe