Assassins Creed [marr]

"Open field. Open fight." Jax mutters under his breath as he appears to the open field. No obstacles in his way. No trees to hide behind. Nothing but the ground underfoot and the air that circles around his body, edging him further in his step. Closer. Closer. Each step, Jax begins to notice the man in front of him. His future questionable at this moment when he locks eyes with the guy. He doesn't mind the open space. More room to roam. The only thing was, who is this guy?

He crosses his arms in front of his body, his arms already tense. He bites into his jaw and nodds to the other guy.

The moment that he nods to the other guy, he instantly sees him as a threat. For the simple fact, he didn't return the friendly nod. That was the symbol of a fight that wouldn't take no prisoners. This fight against this man was going to be harsh. Unforgiving. Much like the ocean was to his brother. He is the boat. This man is the ocean.

"Not today." He mutters under his breath. He flexes his fingers that is wrapped up into his arms the moment that the guy takes the first move. It was quick. This guy has speed on his side, but not the will to live. Even as he backs away, a biting sensation burns his leg. The cut isn't deep, but the blood shows the first mark of the beast that is the man. In a makeshift hold, he jerks his spear out from behind his back. Normally, he would use the weapon to penetrate the unsuspecting fish through their bodies when they would swim too close. Too comfortable. Would this guy be as a fish for him to spear?

With the stinging in his leg to push him forward, he forcefully runs at the man. The spear aiming for his middle. To spear him like a fish.

[Attacks Demitri with spear]
[dice=200+3000]
3083 -- Block -- 0.0 damage


Jax: 3.5 Damage

The distance between the two was close enough. He had the spear aiming toward the belly of the beast; to spear him like a fish. His mind in a whirl about taking him down quick and fast, but he deflected the spear like it was a childs plaything. He stumbled as he turned to meet his gaze again. Anger welling up inside of him. His brows furrowing intensely as he waited but he wouldn't have to wait long for a return from this thrashing wave.

It came at him without any sign of mercy. The words that came first taunting, yes, but Jax wouldn't listen. The words were of the wind. Wind may blow around, cause a ruckus, but in the end it can't never hurt. The blade of the axe, on the other hand, was unforgiving. Once again, it bit into the flesh, ripping open another perfect line into his arm. Jax hissed, but didn't move to cover the wound. Instead, he lashed out with anger, the spear once again aimed at the man.


[Attacks Demitri with spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage]

Jax: 7.0 Damage

The spear went straight. The long stick with a metal peircing head aiming right for the flesh of the well dressed man. A higher district, he must be from, just by the evident truth of his attacks. The sharp skills of the way he weilds his weapon. How intriquely he is able to block then cut deep into his opponents flesh. Jax stares at him with uttermost bewilderment.

The blood still soaked his leg. The wet sticky stuff that carried his life was now leaving his body. It wasn't enough to kill him, persay, not unless he gave up now and gave in. As much as he had been tossed about from this killer wave, he would keep fighting against the current. Keep afloat as much as he could. To meet his brother would be something he wanted to do, but not this way. Not by the hands of this merciless man.

There was a moment after he spoke about hiding behind the blade that he took up his offer. His challenge. Jax had no way of knowing what the outcome would be, but the lick of the blade was becoming too common. There was nothing new from that weapon that he hadn't tasted already. So, his opponent showed his weakess. He couldn't give up a challenge. He had to show him up. Even when he pulled out the whip, Jax cocked his head to the side slightly, wondering what damage the whip could do. If this ended well for him, he would make sure to use that binded rope as a noose to hang him from, but to get to that point, he would have to not show the intense pain when the threads of the whip cut fast and deep within his skin.

"Gah!" He instantly let out a moan of pain, bending to one knee momentarily as he clutched at his stomach. His limbs screamed with the movement, but there was a moment that he could handle the pain that came from them. His stomache?

"That fucking hurts, dude..." He growls out, letting his voice fuel his rage. His temper staying intact, however, somehow. He got up, gripped his spear tightly, his knuckles suddenly becoming white as he yelled out, a rumble in his throat when he brought the spear down, hoping to meet the flesh of this man he began to hate with a serious passion.


[Attacks Demitri with spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[Stabbed in Stomach -- 9.5 damage]

Jax: 24.0 Damage

Jax begins to see the pattern. The way at first he was hesitant about taunting the sea. The way he played with the spear in his hand and hoped that it would seem to sever the water but in truth, to sever water cannot be done. It will always reshape. Reform. Take the punches like it was a tickle. Exactly like what this guy was doing. He was a sponge. Absorbing the cuts without so much as a grimace, so it wasn't expected that when the spears head dug deep within the man's stomach, his face displayed something unusual. The look on his face gave Jax a new flood of twisted joy. Accomplishment. The spear parted the flesh so that it would embed itself deep within him. It felt so easy the way it had hardly any resistance. Jax prayed that it might hit some vital organ or something. To see the blood be drained of him.

He twisted the spear, then jerked it out, watching as the blood began to leave him. "That must hurt..." He grinned. He looked to his leg momentarily, seeing the blood that still cascaded down his leg, but somewhat less of a flow. The howl caught him off guard. The whip reached out to kiss his arm but it only marked his arm with a reddened bump. He laughed for once. "After all that show... your first hit with the whip was more exciting. Kind of a let down..." He said inbetween shallow breaths. His stomach screaming with the movements, but he only took a breath. He walked calmly over to Demitri, then with pent up strength, rounded the spear in his hands, a form of a showy movement and let it go after Demitri with the force of a hurricane.


[Attacks Demitri with spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage]


Jax: 26.0 Damage

The challenge was accepted. Taken into account and apparently spent. This worthless peice of flesh acted all tough. Brought the blade of the axe into his skin many times, creating a jigsaw in multiple areas. He couldn't even tell where on his body, the blood didn't touch already. His arm. His thigh. His leg. His stomach. Jax was beginning to let the anticipation of an ending to the battle flow through his thoughts. Imaging how the man would take one last breath and beg for mercy, but would Jax give that to him. Let him have final moments to himself, if he asked? Within battle, he wouldn't allow it. A career, born and bred, he was suppose to be. What kind of ending would he be given? If the roles were reversed, he would want the death to be fast. Quick. As painless as possible, but today, he wasn't going to die. Today, he was going to live.

Stay afloat. The undertow of the current wouldn't take him from this life just yet. He had so much more life to live. Life that his brother wasn't given and that pissed him off. It made him so mad that he was going show this man what he was made of. What courage really looked like. To fight with a neverending surge of strength. Especially, when another lick of the whip gave him more to fight back with. More rage. A wave of dizziness taking over his vision for a mere moment from the whips touch on the back of his neck. He shook it off.

"Stay back, or you'll regret the day..." He hissed through gritted teeth. This time, he brought the spear from the bottom. Let it come upwards toward the man with all the force he could muster. His muscles screaming as he did.



[Attacks Demitri with spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[Block -- 0.0 damage]

"WHAT THE FUCK?"


Jax: 27.5 Damage