[1v1] So Wait, There Are Others? (Chel v. Shaheen)

[chiickadee]

Once more, Haunted House duty. It seemed that her superiors were either playing a really dumb joke on her, or the sun hunters just really weren't useful right now. Maybe it was just her that was useless. Oops.

So she went forward, bow out. "See anything?"

< I see what you see. >

"... Shut up."

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[Seussi]

Shaheen hadn't been to the haunted house in what felt like ages. Really, with its foggy shrouds of insanity, any time spent back in that place felt like too much too soon, in the war woman's opinion, but she also supposed that now the profit far outweighed the risk.

For Medea's task, her and Shik would need a single hunter, one of great strength, and here would be the place to find one. No, she had not gone alone in an attempt to do the chore on her own, but only to do a bit of scouting out, before hand. Things had been far too quiet, recently, and she wished to only confirm that hunters still frequented the building.

She was not to be disappointed, it seemed.

A voice, and something that glowed pink, like a beacon, drawing the war woman towards it. There was no thought of traps as she shifted to hunting mode, stalking what she presumed was a hunter (though it may have been just a student), on bare feet that slid soundlessly across the floor.

And then just one wrong step.

CRRREEEEAAAK

Damn it. Shaheen cursed under her breath with a sharp hiss, and summoned her sword.

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omg feel free to skip initiative and just attack first lol

 

[chiickadee]

Chel actually hadn't been paying attention, but the loud creak resounded through what seemed the entire house, and it was impossible to ignore. Truthfully, she sort of wanted to ignore it. She'd been fighting monsters all day and night lately, and she kind of wanted a break. Maybe if she just pretended not to hear it, she could quietly stalk back to the island ...

A sigh as she realized that Jack would probably make fun of her for chickening out. Chelsea definitely didn't want that.

She rolled past the edge of the hallway she'd been standing in, firing arrows as she righted herself. "Did I hit you?" she shouted, waiting for the dust to clear. Professional hunter, Chelsea Craft.

HP: 40/40
DMG: 5
Charge: 1/3 | 0/2  

[Seussi]

She caught sight of movement, darkness with pinpoints of bright color, and the war woman darted forward to catch her before she could get away.

Unfortunately, that apparently meant diving head first into whatever was being shot at her, the arrows pelting against her Fear shield, but ignored as she jumped, beat her wings once to gain a bit of height, and then landed where the voice that had shouted came from, her short sword swinging down in a sharp arc with feathers fluttering at it's hilt.

"Not hard enough." She practically snarled.

Now that she was practically on top of her she could see that yes, it was indeed a hunter. Good to know.


HP: 45/50
Damage: 11
Fear: T2 BC, T3 BC
Distortion obtained: 1

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[chiickadee]

Chel found it very hard to move under a very large, very powerful lady. Holy s**t she even had wings. "So. You come here often?" she said, flashing a cheeky grin.

From under the woman, there wasn't much she could do except flail a bit. Even the flailing was sort of pointless. "So are you ... a gryphon? No no, I bet you're like a harpy, right??"

HP: 29/40
DMG: 1
Charge: 2/3 | 0/2

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[Seussi]

Shaheen was sort of thinking this wasn't quite the kind of hunter Medea would have been after, since she was looking for somebody strong and this girls slaps were nearly akin to a mosquito bite against the war woman's skin. It wasn't one that Shaheen even recognized, and she had met her fair share of hunters over the years. Somebody new, perhaps? Even if so, it would be unwise to let her guard down, this might have been some kind of rus---

.....Gryphon? HARPY???

Only Shik was allowed to call her that.

"Only when I wish to find one of you to dismember." She hissed, wings flapping as she pushed herself back, her sword swinging down again before she smirked.

"It is your lucky day, hunter. You have received honor of dying beneath the blade of an Elder Chieftain, of the War Clan."

HP: 44
Damage: 10
Fear: T2 BC, T3 BC
Distortion obtained: 2

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[chiickadee]

Chel kicked, but the sword only went further into her shield.

< Please do something, > Tenebrae droned in her ears, < It is most uncomfortable like this. >

"War clan? S'at like a group of harpies or something?" Chel prodded. In the same movement, she shimmied her bow up, knocking the horsewoman in the chin. "Maybe I'll meet 'em after I kill you."

HP: 19/40
DMG: 8
Charge: 3/3 | 0/2

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[Seussi]

The sword was drawn back again, held in one hand while her other was used to block any more slaps that might have come her way. The kick caught her in the upper leg, hard enough to hasten her retreat though she didn't retreat far, only putting the barest amount of distance between them both.

There was more talk of harpies, and before the war woman could respond, the girls bow was brought up to rap her smartly in the chin, her snapping her head back and making her stumble backwards a couple of steps, but not without her blindly swinging her sword once more.

Tilting her head back down to level the hunter with a golden stare set in black sclera, she spat at the ground by her feet, then sneered.

And then, with some small bit of concentration, she summoned her mount, which loomed up behind Shaheen in the hall way, a growl trickling out of it's throat before it nosed Shaheen's free arm up on top of it's head for her to scratch it behind the ears.

"Not a harpy, you worthless human flesh bag." Her smile now was a baring of teeth, making her seem almost feral in appearance. "You are dealing with much, much worse then that. I don't think you quite understand just how much trouble you are in."


HP: 36
Damage: 7
Fear: T2 BC, T3 BC
Distortion obtained: 3

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[chiickadee]

That was a lion.

That was a really big lion.

Actually that was like a half crazed really ******** huge lion that wanted to eat her face off.

< Shoot. Shoot now. >

Chel did as she was commanded, but she wasn't centered. It was a shot fired out of fear, not focus. As it exploded outwards, it hit a wall and somehow managed to ricochet off the wall and right in her face. She was now on the ground, and this lion was going to kill her.

"Nope. Nope I don't. I'm going to die. Death by untrained house cat." Chel had committed to her fate. It was too bad she couldn't say bye to Nevada first. Maybe one last Evan high five. C'est la vie. Actually, c'est la morte.

HP: 4/40 hahahasdfsdf
DMG: 0
Charge: 0/3 | 1/2

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[Seussi]

Shaheen caught sight of the bow raised, drawn back to strike at her almost point blank. She braced herself, her lioness mount roaring as her hackles became raised, perhaps sensing the danger, or more aptly, responding to Shaheen's reaction. Her sword raised, she waited for the strike, head turning slightly to the side and eyes squinting.

The hit..never came. What she did manage to see out of peripheral vision was that the attack meant for her somehow instead hit the wall, rebounding back towards the hunter who had let it loose, sending her falling back on the ground.

Shaheen laughed, flipping her sword from one hand to the other as she stalked closer, her mount following closely behind.

"Untrained? Hardly. Hungry? Oh yes." She smirked, free hand reaching out behind her to pat against the lioness's nose. "But I'm feeling particularly greedy today, so I'm not sure I will share this time." She finished, eyes narrowing though her smirk remained, as she suddenly fell to one knee on the floor and stabbed her sword down towards the hunters chest with a sharp, short battle cry.


HP: 36
Damage: 3
Fear: T2 BC, T3 BC
Distortion Obtained: 4

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[chiickadee]

Chel didn't want to die. So she talked a big game and what have you, but at the end of the day? Chel really didn't want to die.

Especially not like this. She wanted an 80s blaze of glory that shot her name in fireworks in the sky. Not mangled and depressingly quickly to a large cat thing. Then again, dying to a giant lion-woman would probably make a cooler epitaph than dying in her sleep.

< Focus! >

Sorry!

Just as Shaheen's sword was about to plunge itself in her chest, Chelsea rolled from underneath the girl, giving a last hurrah in the form of her legs swinging and propelling her upwards. "Apologies, sweet cheeks. I have places to be and a girlfriend to bone."

She then began shimmying down the corridor as fast as her limping body would take her. Because ow. Ow ******** ow.

HP: 1/40  

[Seussi]

The girl managed to roll away at the last moment, her movements faster then Shaheen had expected given how weak she had appeared while lying on the floor, seemingly down and out and ripe for the killing. The blade itself merely grazed against the hunters shield instead, not able to land the blow that she had anticipated, and instead digging into wooden floorboards where it stuck fast when she attempted to wrench it back out rather then desummoning it, a mistake that cost her precious seconds when the girl began to run away.

Rising from where she crouched, she began to sprint after her, knowing that it would only take a moment for the hunter to open up a portal and get away, but still hoping she could cut her off, and hopefully cut her open, before that chance arrived. Behind her, the giant lioness also ran, it's paws thudding against he floor as it let out a loud roar of disapproval.

"Get back here, human, and face me!" She yelled at her. "You hunters, always so strong until we prove that you are not. Just a bunch of cowards. A bunch of white sheep, and now you scrabble in a pathetic display of weakness to get back to your flock." Her sword back in hand, she threw it, hoping to hit her in the back, to stop her.

She already knew it was too late.

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