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(Lenny's nightmare battle with Sam)
[Sun Dec 29 2024]
Outside Unit 106 at the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Looks like we're about to have a fight babe." Lenny tells Euphemia with an idle glance. He checks his things then grumbles, "Where's all my shit."
Sam says "Aight, let's make this quick. I was kinda in the middle of feeding."
Euphemia rolls her eyes, unsheathing her sword with a bit of a fourish.
Pointing his knife at Lenny, Sam smirks. "Okay, let's dance." He ticks a two-fingered salute to Euphemia as the runes on that char-blackened ring glow. "Hey euphie." He charges forward, seemingly bracing himself for some pain.
"You look fuckin' hot in those socks by the way." Lenny says, grinning at someone before the whole battle begins and drags his attention towards someone only to be instantly blinded by blood in his eyes, "FUuuck.." still he seems capable of seeing the vague outline of the attacker and manages to strike at his wrist to make him drop his weapon
"You look fuckin' hot in those socks by the way." Lenny says, grinning at the girl before the whole battle begins and drags his attention towards the man in the balaclava only to be instantly blinded by blood in his eyes, "FUuuck.." still he seems capable of seeing the vague outline of the attacker and manages to strike at his wrist to make him drop his weapon
"No hard feelings, Sam -- yeah?" Euphemia murmurs, giving the man a bit of an apologetic smile. She taps the side of her temple, adding: "Not much of a choice." She slides two fingers along the length of her military-grade sword, letting flames lick the edges of the steel. "I'll replace whatever I burn, I promise." She gives a bit of an exasperated look towards Lenny, before leaping towards Sam in one long stride... as if floating through the air with every step... the flames spreading from the tip of her sword to engulf the rest of her body in that shimmering, radiant light. Spinning on a heel, it all concentrates into the streamlined strength of her swing... aimed towards Sam himself.
"When you look at me like that, it's hot too." Lenny teases Euphemia as he catches the look, he turns his attention then fully on Sam to hack at him with brute strength and his machete. "Lets go Sammy-boy." he is deceptively brutish in his swings as they are quite well timed and he manages to slip his blade through Sam's guard to strike his armor
With a grunt, Sam aims a simple upper-cut towards Lenny, missing completely as he gets pummeled. He just ticks a nod to Euphemia. 'yeh, all venice, i don't take that shit personal." he seems to be panting, seemingly resigned to not really being in his own weight-class."
"You are such a fucking creep." Euphemia shoots as an offhand comment towards Lenny, curling her lower lip until her teeth poke out to sink into the plush flesh beneath. The skin goes white at the contact -- but regardless of her reservations, Euphemia is an unrelenting, zealous force. The flames along her sword die down... and yet she continues to strike. Blow after blow, not relenting her pressure upon Sam's unfortunate circumstances... but seemingly not entirely with her head in the game either. She steps in to intercept Sam's blade with her own body, moving to take a defensive stance at Lenny's side as the angelic glow begins to suffuse the rest of her slender frame.
It's completely unnessecary for backup to come help Lenny and Euphemia take out Sam especially when the greasy haired man slices his machete through the man's leg to send him out of the fight in a dissipation of energy. He chuckles at the outcome, or at what Euphemia said. It's hard to tell what part was more amusing to him. "You are the one wearin' shit like that. All I see is a 'please hit on me' sign."
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
Lenny blows Euphemia a kiss
Lennys Nightmare Battle With Sam 241230
(Lenny's nightmare battle with Sam)
[Sun Dec 29 2024]
Outside Unit 106 at the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Looks like we're about to have a fight babe." Lenny tells Euphemia with an idle glance. He checks his things then grumbles, "Where's all my shit."
Sam says "Aight, let's make this quick. I was kinda in the middle of feeding."
Euphemia rolls her eyes, unsheathing her sword with a bit of a fourish.
Pointing his knife at Lenny, Sam smirks. "Okay, let's dance." He ticks a two-fingered salute to Euphemia as the runes on that char-blackened ring glow. "Hey euphie." He charges forward, seemingly bracing himself for some pain.
"You look fuckin' hot in those socks by the way." Lenny says, grinning at someone before the whole battle begins and drags his attention towards someone only to be instantly blinded by blood in his eyes, "FUuuck.." still he seems capable of seeing the vague outline of the attacker and manages to strike at his wrist to make him drop his weapon
"You look fuckin' hot in those socks by the way." Lenny says, grinning at the girl before the whole battle begins and drags his attention towards the man in the balaclava only to be instantly blinded by blood in his eyes, "FUuuck.." still he seems capable of seeing the vague outline of the attacker and manages to strike at his wrist to make him drop his weapon
"No hard feelings, Sam -- yeah?" Euphemia murmurs, giving the man a bit of an apologetic smile. She taps the side of her temple, adding: "Not much of a choice." She slides two fingers along the length of her military-grade sword, letting flames lick the edges of the steel. "I'll replace whatever I burn, I promise." She gives a bit of an exasperated look towards Lenny, before leaping towards Sam in one long stride... as if floating through the air with every step... the flames spreading from the tip of her sword to engulf the rest of her body in that shimmering, radiant light. Spinning on a heel, it all concentrates into the streamlined strength of her swing... aimed towards Sam himself.
"When you look at me like that, it's hot too." Lenny teases Euphemia as he catches the look, he turns his attention then fully on Sam to hack at him with brute strength and his machete. "Lets go Sammy-boy." he is deceptively brutish in his swings as they are quite well timed and he manages to slip his blade through Sam's guard to strike his armor
With a grunt, Sam aims a simple upper-cut towards Lenny, missing completely as he gets pummeled. He just ticks a nod to Euphemia. 'yeh, all venice, i don't take that shit personal." he seems to be panting, seemingly resigned to not really being in his own weight-class."
"You are such a fucking creep." Euphemia shoots as an offhand comment towards Lenny, curling her lower lip until her teeth poke out to sink into the plush flesh beneath. The skin goes white at the contact -- but regardless of her reservations, Euphemia is an unrelenting, zealous force. The flames along her sword die down... and yet she continues to strike. Blow after blow, not relenting her pressure upon Sam's unfortunate circumstances... but seemingly not entirely with her head in the game either. She steps in to intercept Sam's blade with her own body, moving to take a defensive stance at Lenny's side as the angelic glow begins to suffuse the rest of her slender frame.
It's completely unnessecary for backup to come help Lenny and Euphemia take out Sam especially when the greasy haired man slices his machete through the man's leg to send him out of the fight in a dissipation of energy. He chuckles at the outcome, or at what Euphemia said. It's hard to tell what part was more amusing to him. "You are the one wearin' shit like that. All I see is a 'please hit on me' sign."
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
Lenny blows Euphemia a kiss