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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Feb 2 2025]
On Sanctuary Way
A winding dirt road leads through the woods.
It is morning, about 16F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Waist high mist flows through the area.
Silence reigns within the expansive black of the void. Castiel walks through it, quietly, with a sword at his side, not yet drawn, while he waits and observes, listen to the darkness.
"I'm not much for patience," Victoria calls. "On with it."
Castiel says "Very well.."
Victoria frowns. "You?"
Castiel says "Sadly. "
Victoria says "Didn't we just talk about the feeling bad part?"
The weapon in Victoria's hands lowers, and she sighs. "I offered to help, so I suppose this counts."
Castiel says "Perhaps. "
Castiel says "Do your best, Victoria."
"No," Victoria shakes her head simply.
"You're asking me to essentially choose my own demise," Victoria laments, and still, she moves forward, drawing an arrow and exhaling a sharp hiss as she lets it fly toward him. "I don't want to hurt you." She's frustrated, brow knitting together with the purse of her lips.
"I'm not trying to have this end favorably for me," Victoria looses another arrow along with a second huff of air that blows an errant strand of hair from her forehead.
"I don't have to," Victoria shrugs a shoulder, and the next arrow is loosed haphazardly, without much effort. "And I don't want to. I'm fairly stubborn."
A line of black travels down Castiel's throat. Follows a golden vein. Poison, no doubt. But Castiel still moves - strides closer and closer upon Victoria, all the while, he delivers another gout of hellfire. It's clear the trajectory is influences by what she's put in his veins, "It seems no matter what, neither of us will get out of her happy or satisfied."
"What would satisfy you?" Victoria wonders, one more arrow sent Castiel's direction with a frown.
"Not this." Castiel claims, but he steps in to make that distance in between nothing after another arrow that slips past his face. In that one half-perfect step tainted by poison, his sword is drawn, and it goes, straight for Victoria's throat.
Managing a parry, Victoria stares silently at Castiel for a few moments. "So you claim," she finally states with a smirk. "But look how quickly you move to end me." With that, she spins on a heel, arcing one blade toward Castiel in search of somewhere, anywhere to cut.
Castiel's sword twists in a parry, leaves Victoria's dagger arching in wholly another direction while he scarcely moves. Not a step, not a retreat - unmoving entirely in displayed prowess before he slams the blade back upon her, notably towards her armor in a jarring strike. "If things were otherwise, I would've laid myself low for you to take this victory. But now, it would cost me too much, Victoria. So fight, with all you have."
With the narrowing of her eyes, Victoria staggers backward a step before giving an expert flick of her wrists, daggers seeking to knock Castiel's blade aside before another frown, deeper than before. "Why?" asks, directly before another elegant arc of steel toward his flesh.
"Because only then this will have any meaning." Victoria does the singular mistake that every proficient but not master combatant does. She disarms Castiel. In turn, before Castiel's blade even drops to the ground, he steps in closer than before and levels a strike to her abdomen with far more staggering force than he ever could with a sword. "And I will not feel as bad."
Victoria appears to make a sound, but that sound doesn't actually leave her lips after that strike. Her face contorts into a visage of pain, and she grits her teeth. "It has meaning," she gasps finally. "It's helping you, ultimately." With what strength she has left, she makes another attempt with her daggers, though it lacks her usual finesse.
"This is not the way." Castiel bites the words, but even as he does, he extends his hand to the side. In his reach, the air shivers, and his blade flies right back into his grip- swung upward and through into Victoria in the same motion.
"What is the way, then?" Victoria sets her jaw, clipping teeth together at the strike to her armor with a painful sound. She's clearly losing steam, though she refuses to back away or give up, instead opting for another swing, of both blades.
"Forget it." Castiel dismisses her, and as soon as she staggers from the last of Castiel's blow, Castiel twists his weapon. It's aligned, in a way that tells how much he held back. He swings it, viciously, in a straight arch - and it severs through Victoria, in one, fell sweep. Reduces her to misty ash that will surely wake up, soon.
Victoria fades out of the nightmare.
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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Feb 2 2025]
On Sanctuary Way
A winding dirt road leads through the woods.
It is morning, about 16F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Waist high mist flows through the area.
Silence reigns within the expansive black of the void. Castiel walks through it, quietly, with a sword at his side, not yet drawn, while he waits and observes, listen to the darkness.
"I'm not much for patience," Victoria calls. "On with it."
Castiel says "Very well.."
Victoria frowns. "You?"
Castiel says "Sadly. "
Victoria says "Didn't we just talk about the feeling bad part?"
The weapon in Victoria's hands lowers, and she sighs. "I offered to help, so I suppose this counts."
Castiel says "Perhaps. "
Castiel says "Do your best, Victoria."
"No," Victoria shakes her head simply.
"You're asking me to essentially choose my own demise," Victoria laments, and still, she moves forward, drawing an arrow and exhaling a sharp hiss as she lets it fly toward him. "I don't want to hurt you." She's frustrated, brow knitting together with the purse of her lips.
"I'm not trying to have this end favorably for me," Victoria looses another arrow along with a second huff of air that blows an errant strand of hair from her forehead.
"I don't have to," Victoria shrugs a shoulder, and the next arrow is loosed haphazardly, without much effort. "And I don't want to. I'm fairly stubborn."
A line of black travels down Castiel's throat. Follows a golden vein. Poison, no doubt. But Castiel still moves - strides closer and closer upon Victoria, all the while, he delivers another gout of hellfire. It's clear the trajectory is influences by what she's put in his veins, "It seems no matter what, neither of us will get out of her happy or satisfied."
"What would satisfy you?" Victoria wonders, one more arrow sent Castiel's direction with a frown.
"Not this." Castiel claims, but he steps in to make that distance in between nothing after another arrow that slips past his face. In that one half-perfect step tainted by poison, his sword is drawn, and it goes, straight for Victoria's throat.
Managing a parry, Victoria stares silently at Castiel for a few moments. "So you claim," she finally states with a smirk. "But look how quickly you move to end me." With that, she spins on a heel, arcing one blade toward Castiel in search of somewhere, anywhere to cut.
Castiel's sword twists in a parry, leaves Victoria's dagger arching in wholly another direction while he scarcely moves. Not a step, not a retreat - unmoving entirely in displayed prowess before he slams the blade back upon her, notably towards her armor in a jarring strike. "If things were otherwise, I would've laid myself low for you to take this victory. But now, it would cost me too much, Victoria. So fight, with all you have."
With the narrowing of her eyes, Victoria staggers backward a step before giving an expert flick of her wrists, daggers seeking to knock Castiel's blade aside before another frown, deeper than before. "Why?" asks, directly before another elegant arc of steel toward his flesh.
"Because only then this will have any meaning." Victoria does the singular mistake that every proficient but not master combatant does. She disarms Castiel. In turn, before Castiel's blade even drops to the ground, he steps in closer than before and levels a strike to her abdomen with far more staggering force than he ever could with a sword. "And I will not feel as bad."
Victoria appears to make a sound, but that sound doesn't actually leave her lips after that strike. Her face contorts into a visage of pain, and she grits her teeth. "It has meaning," she gasps finally. "It's helping you, ultimately." With what strength she has left, she makes another attempt with her daggers, though it lacks her usual finesse.
"This is not the way." Castiel bites the words, but even as he does, he extends his hand to the side. In his reach, the air shivers, and his blade flies right back into his grip- swung upward and through into Victoria in the same motion.
"What is the way, then?" Victoria sets her jaw, clipping teeth together at the strike to her armor with a painful sound. She's clearly losing steam, though she refuses to back away or give up, instead opting for another swing, of both blades.
"Forget it." Castiel dismisses her, and as soon as she staggers from the last of Castiel's blow, Castiel twists his weapon. It's aligned, in a way that tells how much he held back. He swings it, viciously, in a straight arch - and it severs through Victoria, in one, fell sweep. Reduces her to misty ash that will surely wake up, soon.
Victoria fades out of the nightmare.