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(Konstantin's nightmare battle with Isaiah)
[Sun Sep 22 2024]
In deep within a secret passage in The Most Dangerous Game
Upon entering this room, the rich scent of cigars mingles with the smoky aroma of slow-cooked meats, creating an atmosphere that's both indulgent and rugged. The walls are clad in dark wood paneling, with deep forest green and burgundy accents that lend a sophisticated yet cozy feel.
Booths line one side of the room, upholstered in plush, tufted leather, offering private nooks for small groups. Each booth is illuminated by brass sconces, casting a warm, amber glow over the polished wood tables. A large, intricately carved wooden bar dominates one corner, stocked with premium spirits and a selection of fine cigars, its surface gleaming under the low-hanging, industrial-style pendant lights.
At the center of the room, a vintage pool table invites friendly competition, while a few scattered high-top tables provide spots for casual drinks and conversation. The floor is a mix of dark hardwood and checkerboard tiles, worn just enough to add character without losing their polish.
It is night, about 63F(17C) degrees, There is a waning gibbous moon.
Konstantin says "Who the fuck is this? I am shopping you prick."
Isaiah says "M-Mister President, I'm sorry! I didn't do it!"
Konstantin says "Oh shit, did I live machine on? Oh well. Guess I am harvesting."
Isaiah says "Mmph.. I guess I'm gonna be fighting two folks again..? You're always with Rachel."
Konstantin says "No, just me"
Konstantin says "She doesn't do this kind of thing I am guessing."
Isaiah says "I see.. Alright, I'm ready when you are, I guess."
Konstantin calls out loudly; "Let's get this shit done. Sooner I pound you, sooner I can prepare for this journey."
Isaiah's freckled cheeks turn utterly red at Konstantin's verbage, but still, she darts away from him, heading back towards the entrance to her precious restraunt and leaving a trail of flame in her wake. "Phrasing, Mister President.. I- nevermind," she murmurs, hugging her cloak more tightly around herself in response and pulling to a halt only a few short feet away, weighed down by the heavy saw she apparently wasn't aware she had been holding onto. "... Shit, shit, shit!" she cries out, trying to toss it aside before cupping dainty freckled hands around her mouth, summoning someone she calls: "Shovel!!"
Konstantin presses a finger to the side of his neck and clutches the radio mounted to the front of his armour; "Get locked, breach when you can." With the goon delivery sequence initiated, Konstantin points his sword towards Isaiah. "Not my intended target but I wont turn down a little feeding."
Perhaps Isaiah(wolf) was going to say something about not underestimating her, judging by the suddenly haughty, bratty little look upon her face, but the Wolf overtakes her before she can, her tiny form twisting and turning, bones snapping, flesh tearing, a mass of shaggy red fur sprouting all over her body as she drops to all fours. She rushes right back in on Konstantin in a rage: if it's a pounding he wants, it's a pounding he'll get, it seems, the feisty little thing all too eager to prove her metal by going down swinging; or, perhaps, taking out the President for dinner.
Exhaling an amused huff, Konstantin observes as Isaiah(wolf) shifts and approaches. The backup on their way, Konstantin atleast does Isaiah(wolf) the respect taking the threat seriously enough to employ some degree of strategy. With a sudden burst of preternatural speed, Konstantin hurtles away with the servos of his mechanised armour loudly whining. "Let's see what you have, ginger."
Isaiah(wolf) does her best- four deadly clawed paws sprinting along the slippery wooden floors, onto just as slippery tile, claws clattering against the ground as she nearly closes the distance between herself and Konstantin in an instant. She leaps through the air, but at the last moment her hind legs slip, sending her tumbling down about ten feet away from the man with a yelp of pain. This ground is not meant for her- there's no traction. Luckily enough, at least, a snickering Imp comprised of roaring flame shows up at her side, and her wild, fiery blue eyes remain locked on Konstantin as she prepares herself to hunt him down again, looking eager for the chase.
There's a crackling buildup of what feels like static and then a sudden muted thunderclap as jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer appears with a flash; immediately drawing his sword. "On her, Simonov", Konstantin orders quickly, and the newcomer immediately sets to task charging at Isaiah(wolf). Pressing his finger to his neck again, Konstantin calls out through the radio; "Artyom! Start the breach!"
Konstantin steps forwards, joining jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer in the attack. He jabs out with his short stabbing sword as he enters the edge of his range, harrying Isaiah(wolf) without truly commiting, trying to forge an opening as his operative lays into her for another angle
Isaiah(wolf) can't help but yelp out in surprise as she gets struck thrice in a row by Konstantin and his goons, the massive Wolf injuring herself as she dodges the attacks successively- a twisted wrist sends her crumpling to the ground, but still she doesn't back down. A huff of breath is sent in the direction of a snickering Imp comprised of roaring flame as she rises shakily, her front left leg shivering when she puts weight on it, but that doesn't stop her. She just snarls, baring fangs at the President of the Hand, canines dripping lupine saliva, slightly foamy from the adrenaline rush she feels. The beast she employs sets to work taking out the object of most of her pain: jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer while she works on battering down Konstantin, lashing out with a wide, open-mouthed bite that's vengefully aimed at his throat.
Struck down and piled upon, Konstantin lifts a boot and kicks at Isaiah(wolf)'s jaw, lifting it enough to twist and stab hard into the closest front leg with his sword; the tip finding the toughened flesh and reckoning with Isaiah(wolf)'s unnaturally tough lycanoid hide to produce a mostly superficial wound. As he twists and comes to his feet with a half-roll, another thundercrack sounds and a second operative joins the fray. Who ever heard of a fair fight?
Isaiah(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.
Konstantin finishes the wolf and moves on the imp
Konstantin waggles his fingers
Konstantins Nightmare Battle With Isaiah 240923
(Konstantin's nightmare battle with Isaiah)
[Sun Sep 22 2024]
In deep within a secret passage in The Most Dangerous Game
Upon entering this room, the rich scent of cigars mingles with the smoky aroma of slow-cooked meats, creating an atmosphere that's both indulgent and rugged. The walls are clad in dark wood paneling, with deep forest green and burgundy accents that lend a sophisticated yet cozy feel.
Booths line one side of the room, upholstered in plush, tufted leather, offering private nooks for small groups. Each booth is illuminated by brass sconces, casting a warm, amber glow over the polished wood tables. A large, intricately carved wooden bar dominates one corner, stocked with premium spirits and a selection of fine cigars, its surface gleaming under the low-hanging, industrial-style pendant lights.
At the center of the room, a vintage pool table invites friendly competition, while a few scattered high-top tables provide spots for casual drinks and conversation. The floor is a mix of dark hardwood and checkerboard tiles, worn just enough to add character without losing their polish.
It is night, about 63F(17C) degrees, There is a waning gibbous moon.
Konstantin says "Who the fuck is this? I am shopping you prick."
Isaiah says "M-Mister President, I'm sorry! I didn't do it!"
Konstantin says "Oh shit, did I live machine on? Oh well. Guess I am harvesting."
Isaiah says "Mmph.. I guess I'm gonna be fighting two folks again..? You're always with Rachel."
Konstantin says "No, just me"
Konstantin says "She doesn't do this kind of thing I am guessing."
Isaiah says "I see.. Alright, I'm ready when you are, I guess."
Konstantin calls out loudly; "Let's get this shit done. Sooner I pound you, sooner I can prepare for this journey."
Isaiah's freckled cheeks turn utterly red at Konstantin's verbage, but still, she darts away from him, heading back towards the entrance to her precious restraunt and leaving a trail of flame in her wake. "Phrasing, Mister President.. I- nevermind," she murmurs, hugging her cloak more tightly around herself in response and pulling to a halt only a few short feet away, weighed down by the heavy saw she apparently wasn't aware she had been holding onto. "... Shit, shit, shit!" she cries out, trying to toss it aside before cupping dainty freckled hands around her mouth, summoning someone she calls: "Shovel!!"
Konstantin presses a finger to the side of his neck and clutches the radio mounted to the front of his armour; "Get locked, breach when you can." With the goon delivery sequence initiated, Konstantin points his sword towards Isaiah. "Not my intended target but I wont turn down a little feeding."
Perhaps Isaiah(wolf) was going to say something about not underestimating her, judging by the suddenly haughty, bratty little look upon her face, but the Wolf overtakes her before she can, her tiny form twisting and turning, bones snapping, flesh tearing, a mass of shaggy red fur sprouting all over her body as she drops to all fours. She rushes right back in on Konstantin in a rage: if it's a pounding he wants, it's a pounding he'll get, it seems, the feisty little thing all too eager to prove her metal by going down swinging; or, perhaps, taking out the President for dinner.
Exhaling an amused huff, Konstantin observes as Isaiah(wolf) shifts and approaches. The backup on their way, Konstantin atleast does Isaiah(wolf) the respect taking the threat seriously enough to employ some degree of strategy. With a sudden burst of preternatural speed, Konstantin hurtles away with the servos of his mechanised armour loudly whining. "Let's see what you have, ginger."
Isaiah(wolf) does her best- four deadly clawed paws sprinting along the slippery wooden floors, onto just as slippery tile, claws clattering against the ground as she nearly closes the distance between herself and Konstantin in an instant. She leaps through the air, but at the last moment her hind legs slip, sending her tumbling down about ten feet away from the man with a yelp of pain. This ground is not meant for her- there's no traction. Luckily enough, at least, a snickering Imp comprised of roaring flame shows up at her side, and her wild, fiery blue eyes remain locked on Konstantin as she prepares herself to hunt him down again, looking eager for the chase.
There's a crackling buildup of what feels like static and then a sudden muted thunderclap as jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer appears with a flash; immediately drawing his sword. "On her, Simonov", Konstantin orders quickly, and the newcomer immediately sets to task charging at Isaiah(wolf). Pressing his finger to his neck again, Konstantin calls out through the radio; "Artyom! Start the breach!"
Konstantin steps forwards, joining jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer in the attack. He jabs out with his short stabbing sword as he enters the edge of his range, harrying Isaiah(wolf) without truly commiting, trying to forge an opening as his operative lays into her for another angle
Isaiah(wolf) can't help but yelp out in surprise as she gets struck thrice in a row by Konstantin and his goons, the massive Wolf injuring herself as she dodges the attacks successively- a twisted wrist sends her crumpling to the ground, but still she doesn't back down. A huff of breath is sent in the direction of a snickering Imp comprised of roaring flame as she rises shakily, her front left leg shivering when she puts weight on it, but that doesn't stop her. She just snarls, baring fangs at the President of the Hand, canines dripping lupine saliva, slightly foamy from the adrenaline rush she feels. The beast she employs sets to work taking out the object of most of her pain: jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer while she works on battering down Konstantin, lashing out with a wide, open-mouthed bite that's vengefully aimed at his throat.
Struck down and piled upon, Konstantin lifts a boot and kicks at Isaiah(wolf)'s jaw, lifting it enough to twist and stab hard into the closest front leg with his sword; the tip finding the toughened flesh and reckoning with Isaiah(wolf)'s unnaturally tough lycanoid hide to produce a mostly superficial wound. As he twists and comes to his feet with a half-roll, another thundercrack sounds and a second operative joins the fray. Who ever heard of a fair fight?
Isaiah(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.
Konstantin finishes the wolf and moves on the imp
Konstantin waggles his fingers