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(Lenny's nightmare battle with Sam)
[Mon Dec 16 2024]
In a cozy victorian living room
This victorian style living room is quite comfortable. Soft fabrics decorate the walls, an occasional tapestry dispersed amongst them. The windows have the curtains drawn over them, keeping out the sun. The lighting is provided by a merrily crackling fireplace on the western wall. Warmth fills the room, enough to be comfortable, but not stifling.
It is afternoon, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
Pulling down his balaclava, Sam nods once towards Lucien.
"I sure hope its a wolf or two over there." Lenny says with a distinctly male voice
Lucien remains silent, still, patiently waiting for what's to come. Keen eyes search the dark void of obfuscation.
Lenny says "Why don't you just come out so I can shoot you?"
Remaining still, Sam narrows his eyes, not speaking a word.
Lucien remains likewise silent, turning to discern the direction of the voices; a futile gesture in the depths of the Nightmare.
Lucien turns, pulling at the string of his bow and letting loose an arrow in the direction of Lenny. The shot misses wide, the thrum of bowstring and whistling of arrow filling Lenny's ears.
Lenny gets his bearings then tosses a silver grenade at Lucien, right as it pulses he fires a shot that goes wide at the man before trying to close the distance on him. "'ey. Do i know you?"
Still remaining rather silent, Sam pulls out a rather human-looking finger-bone, and extends a hand towards Lenny. He lets out a soft, gutteral hiss, and clasps his hand into a fist, around an oily, strange-looking blade. Blood-vessels within Lenny's eyes burst, blood starting to seep into his eyes.
Lenny recoils when his vision goes red, "Ah you fuck." he grunts out, but he blinks through the blood in his eyes, locating the nearby figure he was already after and he closes the distance to swing his blade in a heavy arcing blow
Staying at a distance, Sam slashes the blade through the air, angry runes on that finger-bone glowing as magic courses through Lenny's form, doing... something? Sam's face splits with a little grin, cocky, perhaps, confident i the match-up.
Lucien lashes out with a short blade as Lenny closes the distance. A sharp sound follows, as Lenny's rusty machete parries the short blade he's carrying. Some of that rust is scraped from the blade like flesh from bone, forever lost to the Nightmare. Lucien's glacial eyes fixate on Lenny, as though committing the man's face to memory.
"I'm feelin' very lonely when you guys dont talk to me." Lenny teases as he fights on with a relentless focus on getting Lucien first.
"Gonna have to get used to it." A chuckle emits from Sam mouth, and he slashes that blade down, the impact against Lenny's sword answered by a hiss, not from the figure, but from the blade itself. He does not seem to be elaborating on what he means.
Lucien finds some humour in Sam's words as well, arcing that short knife forwards in an attempt to ram its business end into Lenny's intestines. Another noise as even in close quarters, Lenny manages to smack the knife away again. The blue-eyed man nods to Sam, knowing what is to come.
Lenny wears a gas mask, so when he pops a canister of tear gas and throws it at their feet, he has no problem fighting through it to clip Lucien in the shoulder and send him out of the fight
Lucien fades out of the nightmare.
Lennys Nightmare Battle With Sam 241217
(Lenny's nightmare battle with Sam)
[Mon Dec 16 2024]
In a cozy victorian living room
This victorian style living room is quite comfortable. Soft fabrics decorate the walls, an occasional tapestry dispersed amongst them. The windows have the curtains drawn over them, keeping out the sun. The lighting is provided by a merrily crackling fireplace on the western wall. Warmth fills the room, enough to be comfortable, but not stifling.
It is afternoon, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
Pulling down his balaclava, Sam nods once towards Lucien.
"I sure hope its a wolf or two over there." Lenny says with a distinctly male voice
Lucien remains silent, still, patiently waiting for what's to come. Keen eyes search the dark void of obfuscation.
Lenny says "Why don't you just come out so I can shoot you?"
Remaining still, Sam narrows his eyes, not speaking a word.
Lucien remains likewise silent, turning to discern the direction of the voices; a futile gesture in the depths of the Nightmare.
Lucien turns, pulling at the string of his bow and letting loose an arrow in the direction of Lenny. The shot misses wide, the thrum of bowstring and whistling of arrow filling Lenny's ears.
Lenny gets his bearings then tosses a silver grenade at Lucien, right as it pulses he fires a shot that goes wide at the man before trying to close the distance on him. "'ey. Do i know you?"
Still remaining rather silent, Sam pulls out a rather human-looking finger-bone, and extends a hand towards Lenny. He lets out a soft, gutteral hiss, and clasps his hand into a fist, around an oily, strange-looking blade. Blood-vessels within Lenny's eyes burst, blood starting to seep into his eyes.
Lenny recoils when his vision goes red, "Ah you fuck." he grunts out, but he blinks through the blood in his eyes, locating the nearby figure he was already after and he closes the distance to swing his blade in a heavy arcing blow
Staying at a distance, Sam slashes the blade through the air, angry runes on that finger-bone glowing as magic courses through Lenny's form, doing... something? Sam's face splits with a little grin, cocky, perhaps, confident i the match-up.
Lucien lashes out with a short blade as Lenny closes the distance. A sharp sound follows, as Lenny's rusty machete parries the short blade he's carrying. Some of that rust is scraped from the blade like flesh from bone, forever lost to the Nightmare. Lucien's glacial eyes fixate on Lenny, as though committing the man's face to memory.
"I'm feelin' very lonely when you guys dont talk to me." Lenny teases as he fights on with a relentless focus on getting Lucien first.
"Gonna have to get used to it." A chuckle emits from Sam mouth, and he slashes that blade down, the impact against Lenny's sword answered by a hiss, not from the figure, but from the blade itself. He does not seem to be elaborating on what he means.
Lucien finds some humour in Sam's words as well, arcing that short knife forwards in an attempt to ram its business end into Lenny's intestines. Another noise as even in close quarters, Lenny manages to smack the knife away again. The blue-eyed man nods to Sam, knowing what is to come.
Lenny wears a gas mask, so when he pops a canister of tear gas and throws it at their feet, he has no problem fighting through it to clip Lucien in the shoulder and send him out of the fight
Lucien fades out of the nightmare.