[1 v 1] Punish me? *A* (Yin and Mot)

[ramenli]

Limping, and with his Fear shield now desperately trying to recover and barely making it over 50%, Yin was not done. He had gotten a drink after his spar with West, and loitered around the gym for a few minutes as he began to recover a bit....and thoughts and memories had still come flooding back.

Obviously that meant he had too much energy and still needed to fight.

So when he saw a certain cowboil he tried his best not to limp his way over to him. "Greetings Mot. Would you like to spar?"  

[Bittiface]

Mot was ready for a spar. He'd been slacking on his training, and he wanted to work on his control of Fear. However, when he was met with Yin as his partner... his face fell, looking a bit pale... well, paler than...okay he was always pale.

"Oh.. y-yes. Sure." Yin was a friend. He... he could... spar... for his friend.. his friend with questionable hobbies.

Nervously, Mot summoned both his revolvers, the chains forming and attaching to his belt.  

[ramenli]

Yin looked positively delighted that he had accepted. Another fight.

Less thinking.

"Do not hold back," he instructed the other boil. "Please just...attack as hard as you like. Sometimes pain is a good thing, you know?" He grinned at him, flashing sharply pointed teeth, and took up his own battle stance, eyeing the guns curiously.

Yin certainly did not plan on going easy. He was going to go with his previous strategy, attack hard and fast and try to get the other boil to come at him. So he pivoted and did a quick side kick toward Mot's midsection, ready to lose himself in another battle.

HP: 25/40
Damage: 5  

[Bittiface]

HP: 35/40
DMG: CRITICAL FAIL

Mot was taken aback by Yin's words. Oh... Oh Jack what had Mot gotten himself into? Sometimes pain was a good thing!??!!

OAO;;;;;;;

The kick almost snapped him out of his stupor, stumbling back. His knees were buckling, and his trigger fingers were shaky as well. He tried to fire at Yin but... missed... horribly.  

[ramenli]

Okay now...that was aggravating. "Do you know how those," he gestured to the guns, "work? I have never seen anything quite like that." He was frustrated that the boil had not come at him. At all. "I would love a demonstration. I desire to know how strong that you are Mot." Blatantly hinting? Most certainly.

"I want you," he paused as he struck out with his fist, jabbing at the cowboil, "to feel free to use me. If you wish to become stronger you can experiment with me. I can handle it." Well, probably not. He was feeling almost dizzy, and he was not entirely sure he made sense, but he needed to have an opponent willing to face him.

HP: 25
Damage: 4  

[Bittiface]

"Of course I know how they work." Mot hissed back. How insulting! That actually kind of pissed him off.

Wait.. desire to see how strong he is.. he wanted him to use him... experi..emnt...aewm.neifwne/....enwkfwnefoiw

Mot was horrified... and angry.

With furrowed brows and a scowl, he open fired at Yin close range.

HP: 31
DMG: 9  

[ramenli]

Yin had...apparently succeeded in angering Mot.

But he was getting his wish. This was an all new kind of pain as bullets from both guns pierced his body. Several grazed past him, ripping through his clothing and causing light, burning pain wherever they touched.

But several more riddled holes over his chest, burning pain sinking into his flesh as the Fear tore through him, thankfully dissipating when the bullets could pass no farther. He gritted his teeth, not used to this type of pain, and not having a way to block it, despite having brought his arms up to try to shield himself.

He moved forward quickly, realizing that Mot wielded a weapon that could be used for long range, but not really sure that closing the gap would help either. His hands lashed out, a light but probably stinging slap toward the upper arm and then his left fist coming in for another punch.

HP: 16
Damage: 7  

[Bittiface]

derp rolled wrong dice  

[Bittiface]

HP: 24
DMG: 6
Fear Attack: Y1 - Trigger Happy: Multiple shots in rapid succession. (Swift Strike)

Yikes. That stung. Was this guy's nails poisonous? That was unnerving if they were. Mot hissed, running to gain some distance again.

He then spun on his heel, loaded his guns with stronger fear, and opened fire on Yin in rapid succession.  

[ramenli]

Mot ran, and it took Yin a second to catch on that he was putting distance between them. By then it was too late. Mot turned and pulled the triggers, both guns hurling fear at him. There were fewer shots than before but these ones seemed to pack more of a punch as they slammed into him, several driving once again into his chest. He had brought an arm up to shield his face, not sure that he wanted to deal with one if struck there and was glad that he did as a bullet pierced his left arm, striking one of the bones and he heard something crack.

He pulled his arm to his stomach, cradling it. Distance. He could not let Mot have that much distance. He ran toward him, not able to get in range to attack but trying to close the gap, trying to shadow the boil. He is coming for you Mot.

HP: 10
Damage: NADA  

[Bittiface]

HP: 24
DMG: 7

Mot wouldn't let Yin get close. He aimed carefully since he had the time to do so, and shot one powerful Fear bullet straight at Yin's face.  

[ramenli]

While running it was nigh on impossible for Yin in his current state to comprehend what was happening until it was much too late. The only blessing was that it did not come at him at a completely straight angle, and did not pass through and lodge in his spine or his brain.

But it did manage to his a certain already swollen area. The force of the impact dropped Yin in his tracks, blood already beginning to gush from the wound. Yin struggled, barely making it to his feet and waved Mot off, bowing slightly. Even he knew better than to continue a spar in this state. Not that that current state actually allowed him to talk.

He turned and headed toward the infirmary. This was...not something that he could deal with on his own. As he went he did one of the most painful things he had ever had to do, try to put pressure on it to staunch the bleeding. Maybe...just maybe...spars were not the best answer to trying to avoid stressful memories.

HP: 3
Status: Yin is finally giving up during a fight~  

[Bittiface]

Well, Mot had won. But it didn't feel like a win. Yin had seemed a bit worn already. The guy looked very beaten, and he almost felt badly for inflicting the damage himself.

"You o..." He watched as Yin left. He assumed to the nurse. Well, at least Yin was quitting before things got worse. It took a lot for Mot not to follow, worried for his well being. On the other hand, if he showed he cared, Yin might get attatched and well..

Yin was creepy!

The reaper scratched his neck after dismissing his weapons. Well, that was a warm up. For now, he left the gym.