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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Fri Nov 29 2024]
On Willow Lane near the Bay
It is afternoon, about 47F(8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Sam says, half to himself, "Aight, let's do this."
Ceryn draws a long breath after gulping lightly, "Oh boy, what's it this time?"
Sam says "Oh, hey Ceryn. Seems we gotta duke it out. You for the Fortune, I assume, me for The Hand. Ain't nuthing personal, yeh? "
Ceryn says "I don't even have my stuff on me, not a particularly fair fight y'know."
Sam says "Oh, well, that's very rough forya."
Ceryn says "Well, let's do this I suppose. No hard feelings either way, just a dream after all."
Ceryn snickers lightly, "You can buy me a shot after this."
Reaching into his satchel, Ceryn draws out a small put. He dips his fingers into it, covering the digits in a deep blue before running them under his eyes, "Sadly you've caught me at a bad time! I'd be more prepared usually." He snickers, knocking a few arrows.
"Well, shit's rough like that, sometime." Sam chuckles, pointing his knife towards Ceryn. "Though ya have a range advantage, for sure." Runes on his focus glow, and Ceryn's heartrate slows along with his movement. "Let's close that distance."
"It's quite fine, I'm the patient hunter. We can take our time, I do enjoy myself." Ceryn utters with a surreal calm, each step approaching Sam at a rather leisurely pace, "I don't think you'll get what you're looking for, Sam."
Slashing his knife through the air, Sam points to Ceryn's eyes next. "I mean, a good fight among friends ain't ever bad, in my book." Runes flash, and the vessels in Ceryn's eyes burst!
After a few bloodied blinks, Ceryn immediately begins to backstep through the darkness, "Quite the trick! You should have waited until I was closer though. My sense of direction is quite good."
Barreling forward, Sam smirks. "C'mon, stay still a moment, so I can stab ya!" He just smirks, knowing full well that would not be smart on Ceryn's part.
Ceryn hops into range, bow drawing taught, "Sadly not the ideal plan my friend! The hunt is on, and the hunter always has a bow." Ceryn cackles, losing a trio of arrows that scatter around Sam, steadily, getting narrower.
"Ay, I agree." Sam answers those arrows with a few shots towards Ceryn with his glock, the metal casings sort of floating off in the darkness. "Damnit..." He smirks, still approaching rapidly.
"Such a barbaric weapon! I thought your types loved tradition!" Ceryn snarks as the air around him is peppered with shots, "Maybe I could teach you some day, aye?" The wildling grins as he continues to loose vollies of arrows that chase Sam around the darkness, "I'd be kind, don't you worry. Kinder than this at least!"
"I mean, I'm all about breaking the order, honestly." Sam shoots off a few more bullets, steadily approaching even as arrows rain down on him! "You need to stand still, though."
Knocking each arrow without worry, Ceryn continues his barrage of speckled fire at Sam, each one narrowing in as he continues his backfoot peddle.
Looking somewhat irritated, Sam continues shooting, saving his banter for later. Seems he's starting to grow tired of the arrows....
After the shot goes wide, Ceryn turns his tail, darting into a sprint through the darkness. He looks over his shoulder, "Get your cardio in, big-man! The hunt is all about the chase." He snickers, sticking out his tongue as his lightweight body leaves his braids trailing in the shadowed wind.
"Fuck you." Sam shoots his glock as he trudges onward, seemingly just a little slower than Ceryn.
"Maybe if you buy me a drink first, big man!" Ceryn cackles, continuing to dance and skip through the encroaching darkness.
Despite his clear irritation, Sam snickers at that retort, then sends another blast of magic towards Ceryn's eyes. "Die."
Ceryn stumbles through the darkness as the blood trickles down his face. He looks over his shoulder despite the fog of crimson clouding his gaze.
Shooting another bullet, Sam just grunts, and rolls his eyes. "I can do this all day."
Falling into a low stance, Ceryn darts forward, stepping between the gunshots and thrusting his knife towards Sam. The jab goes wide, catching on the man's own knife. Even if this would deter most folk, the faeling was left with joy in his eyes and a smile on his lips as they traded blows.
"FINALLY!" Sam answers that hit with a blow of his own, despite looking not entirely sure of himself. "I should get something against the fucking bows, jesus."
Cackling, Ceryn replies easily, "You're lucky I couldn't use my magic, or you would have been a goner! I would have dragged you under the soil and left you to feed the grasses." A wide grin pulling at his lips as his knife digs into the man's armor, threatening to rip through skin and flesh.
"Well, it was close either way." Sam stabs into Ceryn's shoulder. "Close one, though." He nicks Ceryn's shoulder, now.
As Sam's blade drips down on Ceryn's shoulder, a winding glow of azure light wraps around it, writhing as if it was alive. "Sadly this is not what I am nor what I will be." He mutters as he thrusts his blade into the man's arm, second hand squeezing down on the grip to twist it viciously.
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
Leaning over to clap Sam on the shoulder, Colton asks, "How'd it go?"
A Battle In The Nightmare 241130
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Fri Nov 29 2024]
On Willow Lane near the Bay
It is afternoon, about 47F(8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Sam says, half to himself, "Aight, let's do this."
Ceryn draws a long breath after gulping lightly, "Oh boy, what's it this time?"
Sam says "Oh, hey Ceryn. Seems we gotta duke it out. You for the Fortune, I assume, me for The Hand. Ain't nuthing personal, yeh? "
Ceryn says "I don't even have my stuff on me, not a particularly fair fight y'know."
Sam says "Oh, well, that's very rough forya."
Ceryn says "Well, let's do this I suppose. No hard feelings either way, just a dream after all."
Ceryn snickers lightly, "You can buy me a shot after this."
Reaching into his satchel, Ceryn draws out a small put. He dips his fingers into it, covering the digits in a deep blue before running them under his eyes, "Sadly you've caught me at a bad time! I'd be more prepared usually." He snickers, knocking a few arrows.
"Well, shit's rough like that, sometime." Sam chuckles, pointing his knife towards Ceryn. "Though ya have a range advantage, for sure." Runes on his focus glow, and Ceryn's heartrate slows along with his movement. "Let's close that distance."
"It's quite fine, I'm the patient hunter. We can take our time, I do enjoy myself." Ceryn utters with a surreal calm, each step approaching Sam at a rather leisurely pace, "I don't think you'll get what you're looking for, Sam."
Slashing his knife through the air, Sam points to Ceryn's eyes next. "I mean, a good fight among friends ain't ever bad, in my book." Runes flash, and the vessels in Ceryn's eyes burst!
After a few bloodied blinks, Ceryn immediately begins to backstep through the darkness, "Quite the trick! You should have waited until I was closer though. My sense of direction is quite good."
Barreling forward, Sam smirks. "C'mon, stay still a moment, so I can stab ya!" He just smirks, knowing full well that would not be smart on Ceryn's part.
Ceryn hops into range, bow drawing taught, "Sadly not the ideal plan my friend! The hunt is on, and the hunter always has a bow." Ceryn cackles, losing a trio of arrows that scatter around Sam, steadily, getting narrower.
"Ay, I agree." Sam answers those arrows with a few shots towards Ceryn with his glock, the metal casings sort of floating off in the darkness. "Damnit..." He smirks, still approaching rapidly.
"Such a barbaric weapon! I thought your types loved tradition!" Ceryn snarks as the air around him is peppered with shots, "Maybe I could teach you some day, aye?" The wildling grins as he continues to loose vollies of arrows that chase Sam around the darkness, "I'd be kind, don't you worry. Kinder than this at least!"
"I mean, I'm all about breaking the order, honestly." Sam shoots off a few more bullets, steadily approaching even as arrows rain down on him! "You need to stand still, though."
Knocking each arrow without worry, Ceryn continues his barrage of speckled fire at Sam, each one narrowing in as he continues his backfoot peddle.
Looking somewhat irritated, Sam continues shooting, saving his banter for later. Seems he's starting to grow tired of the arrows....
After the shot goes wide, Ceryn turns his tail, darting into a sprint through the darkness. He looks over his shoulder, "Get your cardio in, big-man! The hunt is all about the chase." He snickers, sticking out his tongue as his lightweight body leaves his braids trailing in the shadowed wind.
"Fuck you." Sam shoots his glock as he trudges onward, seemingly just a little slower than Ceryn.
"Maybe if you buy me a drink first, big man!" Ceryn cackles, continuing to dance and skip through the encroaching darkness.
Despite his clear irritation, Sam snickers at that retort, then sends another blast of magic towards Ceryn's eyes. "Die."
Ceryn stumbles through the darkness as the blood trickles down his face. He looks over his shoulder despite the fog of crimson clouding his gaze.
Shooting another bullet, Sam just grunts, and rolls his eyes. "I can do this all day."
Falling into a low stance, Ceryn darts forward, stepping between the gunshots and thrusting his knife towards Sam. The jab goes wide, catching on the man's own knife. Even if this would deter most folk, the faeling was left with joy in his eyes and a smile on his lips as they traded blows.
"FINALLY!" Sam answers that hit with a blow of his own, despite looking not entirely sure of himself. "I should get something against the fucking bows, jesus."
Cackling, Ceryn replies easily, "You're lucky I couldn't use my magic, or you would have been a goner! I would have dragged you under the soil and left you to feed the grasses." A wide grin pulling at his lips as his knife digs into the man's armor, threatening to rip through skin and flesh.
"Well, it was close either way." Sam stabs into Ceryn's shoulder. "Close one, though." He nicks Ceryn's shoulder, now.
As Sam's blade drips down on Ceryn's shoulder, a winding glow of azure light wraps around it, writhing as if it was alive. "Sadly this is not what I am nor what I will be." He mutters as he thrusts his blade into the man's arm, second hand squeezing down on the grip to twist it viciously.
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
Leaning over to clap Sam on the shoulder, Colton asks, "How'd it go?"