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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Tue May 21 2024]
Climbing the Windtorn Bluffs High above Haven
It is night, about 65F(18C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Meridith says "The hell?"
"Uh... okay, this is new." Aristotle says, tentatively.
Meridith says "Ah, sorry."
Meridith says "Venice has set us up to do battle, opposing alliances."
Aristotle lets out an irritated groan before kicking at the ground. "But I'm tirrrred!" He says, bitching. He huffs, once, twice, and a third time, before stiffling his tantrum to ask. "Alright, fine. Wanna get this over with?"
Meridith says "Yeah, ready when you are."
Aristotle gestures with a hand over towards Meridith, before glancing down at himself to notice he's in his police gear. He tugs at his radio, unsure if it'll work but trying nonetheless, he speaks swiftly into the radio.
Meridith sprints across the vast nothingness, yanking Aristotle towards her. "Calling back up in our one on one battle?"
"I sure am." Aristotle says, gesturing another hand towards someone once he's yanked towards her. He starts to backpedal, his best to maintain distance.
"I sure am." Aristotle says, gesturing another hand towards Meridith once he's yanked towards her. He starts to backpedal, his best to maintain distance.
Meridith hmms, and lowers herself, sprinting towards him with alarming near superhuman speed.
That speed at which Meridith sprints towards him sees Aristotle startling a bit. He gestures. Meridith finds herself pushed back, and he as he makes his retreat, he fires off a few rounds with his pistol.
Meridith charges towards Aristotle, she flicks a hand, lifting him into the air as she fires a fulldraw from her bow. "You won't keep me away," she warns him.
Aristotle finds himself hoisted into the air, woefully unprepared for it. He flails for a moment, before lifting his pistol to try and fire at Meridith. Though, his aim is lacking considering the lack of purchase.
Meridith launches closer and fires a shot, with less intent on it. She gazes at him. "No hard feelings, right?" She pulls free a blade.
The second Aristotle has his feet on the ground again, he makes for an immediate retreat. Meridith finds herself hoisted in the air in kind before he's launching another attack that doesn't find its mark. "No hard feelings!" He calls out, before adding, "I'm just ready to be home, really." He says. The boy is tired.
Meridith frowns. "Then stop running!" She yells.
"Stop chasing me!" Aristotle decides to counter, continuing his retreat.
Meridith fires a close arrow. "Turn and fight me, this doesn't end until someone goes down!" She shouts.
As the next arrow wizzes by him, Aristotle turns to pull Meridith close to him. He holds his blade out, lashing out at her though it reflects off of her blade. And then, he turns tail to retreat once more.
Meridith lets out a hiss. Looking a little angry now that Aristotle has turned this into a game. A hand gripping her rapier slams against his vest. "Still running!?"
The blow to his chest, absorbed by his vest, still knocks the wind out of him. Aristotle lashes back out, attempting a jab at Meridith that ineffectually hits her blade instead.
Meridith is doing her best, she watches him strike out at her and pivots, making a swipe with her blade that fends it as she prods his arm, readying for another vicious follow up.
There's no retreat that follows from Aristotle now, opting to throw a punch Meridith's way that is probably fended off.
Meridith twirls about and slashes his leg, spilling some blood as she steps back, an end to the conflict.
Aristotle fades out of the nightmare.
A Battle In The Nightmare 240522
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Tue May 21 2024]
Climbing the Windtorn Bluffs High above Haven
It is night, about 65F(18C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Meridith says "The hell?"
"Uh... okay, this is new." Aristotle says, tentatively.
Meridith says "Ah, sorry."
Meridith says "Venice has set us up to do battle, opposing alliances."
Aristotle lets out an irritated groan before kicking at the ground. "But I'm tirrrred!" He says, bitching. He huffs, once, twice, and a third time, before stiffling his tantrum to ask. "Alright, fine. Wanna get this over with?"
Meridith says "Yeah, ready when you are."
Aristotle gestures with a hand over towards Meridith, before glancing down at himself to notice he's in his police gear. He tugs at his radio, unsure if it'll work but trying nonetheless, he speaks swiftly into the radio.
Meridith sprints across the vast nothingness, yanking Aristotle towards her. "Calling back up in our one on one battle?"
"I sure am." Aristotle says, gesturing another hand towards someone once he's yanked towards her. He starts to backpedal, his best to maintain distance.
"I sure am." Aristotle says, gesturing another hand towards Meridith once he's yanked towards her. He starts to backpedal, his best to maintain distance.
Meridith hmms, and lowers herself, sprinting towards him with alarming near superhuman speed.
That speed at which Meridith sprints towards him sees Aristotle startling a bit. He gestures. Meridith finds herself pushed back, and he as he makes his retreat, he fires off a few rounds with his pistol.
Meridith charges towards Aristotle, she flicks a hand, lifting him into the air as she fires a fulldraw from her bow. "You won't keep me away," she warns him.
Aristotle finds himself hoisted into the air, woefully unprepared for it. He flails for a moment, before lifting his pistol to try and fire at Meridith. Though, his aim is lacking considering the lack of purchase.
Meridith launches closer and fires a shot, with less intent on it. She gazes at him. "No hard feelings, right?" She pulls free a blade.
The second Aristotle has his feet on the ground again, he makes for an immediate retreat. Meridith finds herself hoisted in the air in kind before he's launching another attack that doesn't find its mark. "No hard feelings!" He calls out, before adding, "I'm just ready to be home, really." He says. The boy is tired.
Meridith frowns. "Then stop running!" She yells.
"Stop chasing me!" Aristotle decides to counter, continuing his retreat.
Meridith fires a close arrow. "Turn and fight me, this doesn't end until someone goes down!" She shouts.
As the next arrow wizzes by him, Aristotle turns to pull Meridith close to him. He holds his blade out, lashing out at her though it reflects off of her blade. And then, he turns tail to retreat once more.
Meridith lets out a hiss. Looking a little angry now that Aristotle has turned this into a game. A hand gripping her rapier slams against his vest. "Still running!?"
The blow to his chest, absorbed by his vest, still knocks the wind out of him. Aristotle lashes back out, attempting a jab at Meridith that ineffectually hits her blade instead.
Meridith is doing her best, she watches him strike out at her and pivots, making a swipe with her blade that fends it as she prods his arm, readying for another vicious follow up.
There's no retreat that follows from Aristotle now, opting to throw a punch Meridith's way that is probably fended off.
Meridith twirls about and slashes his leg, spilling some blood as she steps back, an end to the conflict.
Aristotle fades out of the nightmare.