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(Colton's nightmare battle with Lenny)
[Thu Nov 28 2024]
In a messy bachelors room
The room is compact but dominated by a king-sized bed, which takes up most of the space, its unmade blankets sprawled in every direction. Clothes are scattered across the floor, along with a few open books and a couple of empty coffee mugs on various surfaces, hinting at a lifestyle where convenience trumps tidiness. Despite the clutter, there's an order to the messno lingering odors or grime, just the mild chaos of someone who lives alone and without much need to impress. In one corner, a small desk supports a laptop, its screen dark, with papers and pens piled nearby. The room feels both lived-in and a bit neglected, like it's there to serve its inhabitant's basic needs and not much else.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"I was in the middle of writing something," Colton grouches, then begins to sniff about to see who, exactly, has fallen into his snare.
Lenny waste no time for allies to show up for either side, he locks on to the sound of the man's complain and rushes him down, "Good mornin."
Barking out a laugh as the templar rushes him down, Colton's amusement is cut short as the axe is knocked loose from his hands - and so he does much the same to someone, wresting the machete from his grasp with one hand while crashing his fist into the man with the other. That's an awful fuckin' lot of force behind the blow, too.
Barking out a laugh as the templar rushes him down, Colton's amusement is cut short as the axe is knocked loose from his hands - and so he does much the same to Lenny, wresting the machete from his grasp with one hand while crashing his fist into the man with the other. That's an awful fuckin' lot of force behind the blow, too.
Circling warily around Lenny, Colton recollects his axe and gives it a twirl, nostrils flaring.
Lenny tosses a silver grenade at Colton's feet, the pulse connects with both men but it doesn't seem to bother the human Templar. He's all focus now as he takes another swing at Colton
There's an awful moment where that high-pitched trilling rains hell on Colton's sensitive hearing - and then as that pulse shivers over him, his senses are left dull and flat, eliciting a snarl that does not quite vibrate with the chestiness a Moore might expect, only pissing him off worse. He whips his axe lightly towards Lenny, trying to open up the man's defenses as he presses forwards.
Lenny slips up, failing to attack like he planned to. He quickly fixes that mistake by counter attacking against Colton the moment an opening is made when he parries
For all that wood's a softer material than steel, the oak handle of Colton's axe proves useful - it catches the edge of the blade between grains of wood and forces it away as he spins the weapon outwards, then tries to thrust the damn thing forwards like a spear, thumping it back in towards Lenny's chest. It's a patient, defensive manoeuvre; he's probably waiting for that neutraliser to wear off before he gets to start cheating again.
Lenny trips up Colton with a hook of his foot then dragging backwards as he pulls away out of reach of the man's melee. He grins at him and says, "Whoever you are, you hit like a fuckin' truck."
Colton yells out an annoyed, "Fuck!" as he tumbles ass over tits with Lenny's sweep, thrusting a tattooed hand out towards the bastard as if expecting something to happen. Nothing does, evidently - that neutraliser's still fucking him up, god damnit, and if it's not poison that's making his blood burn like that then it must be sheer fucking rage. He fumbles with his crossbow, firing off a poorly aimed shot that whizzes considerably overhead of Lenny, then lowers his head in disgust.
"I hate those goddamn grenades," he mutters back, too embarrassed for good banter.
"Sucks I didn't come with my gas mask or else I'd throw some tear gas too." Lenny laments, still it doesn't take the spirit of the fight out of him as he charges back in to swing his sword to try and breach Colton's defenses
"I'll show you some fuckin' gas," Colton replies, all but shivering with untamed, Mooreish rage before he swings his axe with violent, and once more inhuman, force, skating its edge past that of Lenny's machete before it thunks home in Lenny's chest, just barely stopped from biting into the flesh.
"Fucker." Lenny grunts out as he just barely catches the blow to stop from being outright impaled. He barely manages to launch his own assault in desperation but his blade doesn't find it's target as it's easily parried away.
Maybe not /easily/ parried - it actually takes a fair bit of effort for Colton to pull off the spinning, twisting manoeuvre that winds around Lenny's blade and hooks the head of his axe around the back of the templar's hand, scoring a thin line into the flesh as he whips his weapon back away.
Lenny fights on, but quickly his strength is flailing. Each attack staggers him further, weakening his counter attacks, making the fight slip away from him
Something's wearing Colton down, too, but without that neutraliser to keep the snarling Moore as a whimpering puppy, his explosive strength wins out - he draws his axe back like a baseball bat before sending it screaming into the side of Lenny's knee, just about annihilating the man's leg in a single, monstrous blow. At least the damage is only contained to the psychic realm - but the werewolf's not done, sending his boot into someone' chest and forcing him down onto the ground before raising his axe up high.
"Fuck you," he says, apparently needing to make a point of things. "I win."
His axe comes crashing down like a meteor, right onto the middle of someone' forehead, and -
Something's wearing Colton down, too, but without that neutraliser to keep the snarling Moore as a whimpering puppy, his explosive strength wins out - he draws his axe back like a baseball bat before sending it screaming into the side of Lenny's knee, just about annihilating the man's leg in a single, monstrous blow. At least the damage is only contained to the psychic realm - but the werewolf's not done, sending his boot into someone' chest and forcing him down onto the ground before raising his axe up high.
"Fuck you," he says, apparently needing to make a point of things. "I win."
His axe comes crashing down like a meteor, right onto the middle of Lenny's forehead, and -
Something's wearing Colton down, too, but without that neutraliser to keep the snarling Moore as a whimpering puppy, his explosive strength wins out - he draws his axe back like a baseball bat before sending it screaming into the side of Lenny's knee, just about annihilating the man's leg in a single, monstrous blow. At least the damage is only contained to the psychic realm - but the werewolf's not done, sending his boot into Lenny's chest and forcing him down onto the ground before raising his axe up high.
"Fuck you," he says, apparently needing to make a point of things. "I win."
His axe comes crashing down like a meteor, right onto the middle of Lenny's forehead, and -
Lenny fades out of the nightmare.
Coltons Nightmare Battle With Lenny 241129
(Colton's nightmare battle with Lenny)
[Thu Nov 28 2024]
In a messy bachelors room
The room is compact but dominated by a king-sized bed, which takes up most of the space, its unmade blankets sprawled in every direction. Clothes are scattered across the floor, along with a few open books and a couple of empty coffee mugs on various surfaces, hinting at a lifestyle where convenience trumps tidiness. Despite the clutter, there's an order to the messno lingering odors or grime, just the mild chaos of someone who lives alone and without much need to impress. In one corner, a small desk supports a laptop, its screen dark, with papers and pens piled nearby. The room feels both lived-in and a bit neglected, like it's there to serve its inhabitant's basic needs and not much else.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"I was in the middle of writing something," Colton grouches, then begins to sniff about to see who, exactly, has fallen into his snare.
Lenny waste no time for allies to show up for either side, he locks on to the sound of the man's complain and rushes him down, "Good mornin."
Barking out a laugh as the templar rushes him down, Colton's amusement is cut short as the axe is knocked loose from his hands - and so he does much the same to someone, wresting the machete from his grasp with one hand while crashing his fist into the man with the other. That's an awful fuckin' lot of force behind the blow, too.
Barking out a laugh as the templar rushes him down, Colton's amusement is cut short as the axe is knocked loose from his hands - and so he does much the same to Lenny, wresting the machete from his grasp with one hand while crashing his fist into the man with the other. That's an awful fuckin' lot of force behind the blow, too.
Circling warily around Lenny, Colton recollects his axe and gives it a twirl, nostrils flaring.
Lenny tosses a silver grenade at Colton's feet, the pulse connects with both men but it doesn't seem to bother the human Templar. He's all focus now as he takes another swing at Colton
There's an awful moment where that high-pitched trilling rains hell on Colton's sensitive hearing - and then as that pulse shivers over him, his senses are left dull and flat, eliciting a snarl that does not quite vibrate with the chestiness a Moore might expect, only pissing him off worse. He whips his axe lightly towards Lenny, trying to open up the man's defenses as he presses forwards.
Lenny slips up, failing to attack like he planned to. He quickly fixes that mistake by counter attacking against Colton the moment an opening is made when he parries
For all that wood's a softer material than steel, the oak handle of Colton's axe proves useful - it catches the edge of the blade between grains of wood and forces it away as he spins the weapon outwards, then tries to thrust the damn thing forwards like a spear, thumping it back in towards Lenny's chest. It's a patient, defensive manoeuvre; he's probably waiting for that neutraliser to wear off before he gets to start cheating again.
Lenny trips up Colton with a hook of his foot then dragging backwards as he pulls away out of reach of the man's melee. He grins at him and says, "Whoever you are, you hit like a fuckin' truck."
Colton yells out an annoyed, "Fuck!" as he tumbles ass over tits with Lenny's sweep, thrusting a tattooed hand out towards the bastard as if expecting something to happen. Nothing does, evidently - that neutraliser's still fucking him up, god damnit, and if it's not poison that's making his blood burn like that then it must be sheer fucking rage. He fumbles with his crossbow, firing off a poorly aimed shot that whizzes considerably overhead of Lenny, then lowers his head in disgust.
"I hate those goddamn grenades," he mutters back, too embarrassed for good banter.
"Sucks I didn't come with my gas mask or else I'd throw some tear gas too." Lenny laments, still it doesn't take the spirit of the fight out of him as he charges back in to swing his sword to try and breach Colton's defenses
"I'll show you some fuckin' gas," Colton replies, all but shivering with untamed, Mooreish rage before he swings his axe with violent, and once more inhuman, force, skating its edge past that of Lenny's machete before it thunks home in Lenny's chest, just barely stopped from biting into the flesh.
"Fucker." Lenny grunts out as he just barely catches the blow to stop from being outright impaled. He barely manages to launch his own assault in desperation but his blade doesn't find it's target as it's easily parried away.
Maybe not /easily/ parried - it actually takes a fair bit of effort for Colton to pull off the spinning, twisting manoeuvre that winds around Lenny's blade and hooks the head of his axe around the back of the templar's hand, scoring a thin line into the flesh as he whips his weapon back away.
Lenny fights on, but quickly his strength is flailing. Each attack staggers him further, weakening his counter attacks, making the fight slip away from him
Something's wearing Colton down, too, but without that neutraliser to keep the snarling Moore as a whimpering puppy, his explosive strength wins out - he draws his axe back like a baseball bat before sending it screaming into the side of Lenny's knee, just about annihilating the man's leg in a single, monstrous blow. At least the damage is only contained to the psychic realm - but the werewolf's not done, sending his boot into someone' chest and forcing him down onto the ground before raising his axe up high.
"Fuck you," he says, apparently needing to make a point of things. "I win."
His axe comes crashing down like a meteor, right onto the middle of someone' forehead, and -
Something's wearing Colton down, too, but without that neutraliser to keep the snarling Moore as a whimpering puppy, his explosive strength wins out - he draws his axe back like a baseball bat before sending it screaming into the side of Lenny's knee, just about annihilating the man's leg in a single, monstrous blow. At least the damage is only contained to the psychic realm - but the werewolf's not done, sending his boot into someone' chest and forcing him down onto the ground before raising his axe up high.
"Fuck you," he says, apparently needing to make a point of things. "I win."
His axe comes crashing down like a meteor, right onto the middle of Lenny's forehead, and -
Something's wearing Colton down, too, but without that neutraliser to keep the snarling Moore as a whimpering puppy, his explosive strength wins out - he draws his axe back like a baseball bat before sending it screaming into the side of Lenny's knee, just about annihilating the man's leg in a single, monstrous blow. At least the damage is only contained to the psychic realm - but the werewolf's not done, sending his boot into Lenny's chest and forcing him down onto the ground before raising his axe up high.
"Fuck you," he says, apparently needing to make a point of things. "I win."
His axe comes crashing down like a meteor, right onto the middle of Lenny's forehead, and -
Lenny fades out of the nightmare.