Dealing Out Damage (Dev Thread)

[Tathra Khaeus]

One stood at one end of the street and the second at the other, the air was filled with tension as the dispute had led to violence, and such violence had led to a civilian getting caught in the cross fire. A child no less, lay with his neck broken in between the two. A family whimpered off to the side of the street and the crowds were busy running for their lives, however somehow this had peaked a small number of the passerby's attention, such people were mostly just civilians, others were [member="Ashe the Reaper"], people like her were most certainly not just any other civilian. However, the big man Astrian stood tall in his crimson armour and the man on the other end of the street was average heigh with a blaster in hand a wooden stick with metal circulating the top that resembled that of a bat in his other hand. Astrians teeth were gritted and his saber clenched in his hands. "Yeah, great idea swinging a bat at a kid to try and kill me!" His foe remained silent, his face holding back his tears and regret. Astrian could feel it inside him, but his fear of the bigger man had got in the way. He fired off his blaster and with a sigh, Astrian deflected the bolt with ease. The blast landing in the man's chest and sending him to the ground, but not killing him. He had dropped both of his weapons in the process, but proceeded to pick up the blaster again as he lay there. However as the man took the blaster in his hand. A massive red boot crashed down on his arm, the sounds of bone crackling and breaking echoed through the street. The man shrieked in pain, but was quickly silenced by the large man's red blade entering his throat. Then, astrian removed the blade. His eyes flickering back to those around him. "Anyone else?!" He challenged, taking a step back into the makeshift arena, holding his blade out towards the small crowd that was watching.

 

[Nyxie]

Two bags had fell to the floor in the commotion. The foxtress' right hand slowly curled into a fist. Without even twitching a single muscle in her neck, her deep golden eyes shot to the flanks of their sockets, onlooking to the man in the street. Slow and silent footsteps unlike any human's found the girl above the child's body, her fingers slowly reaching over for a pulse. With that, the girl's head leaned forward and lips clamped unto the child's neck. Fangs pierced small holes, though they did not siphon forth; they gave in, injecting a part of the girl's own immense life force back into the tiny being. Slowly she arose, carefully wiping the blood off her lips and onto the sleeve of her grey shimmersilk kimono.
"Anyone else?!"
The quick and whipping sound of a metal blade being drawn broke the silence and quiet murmurs, the sound of a well-forged blade ringing out. The man would turn around to see an arm hold the blade out with the tip facing him from all those meters away.
"You're no better than he was.... He reeked of fear and remorse, whereas you seem to have only angst. Humph... I'll fix that...." she said in monotone with an ethereal resonance, though more faint than it usually was.
At first glance, the girl's stance seemed all wrong; her body was cocked aside and her feet were not straight. Her right arm was still stretched out forward and the blade still compassed directly to the man's head. Her tails were flustering about, open like a fan in a prone position. Slivery-blue hair all but completely covered her eyes from sight. She seemed all too laid back, all too young and inexperienced.
It was his move....

[member="Astrian Callus"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Astrian heard the blade coming unsheathed, he turned to face a small, young girl with a small and frail body stood before him. Her stance was all wrong and her foot work, was it was polite to call it foot work. Astrian however flipped and twirled his blade in his left hand, his deep yellow eyes falling on the girl through the slits of his armour's helm. He moved forward, his blade in hand. His other hand clenched as a fit as he empower the force within it, allowing it to charge as he readied it to be unleashed. He was massive in comparison, "Step out of my way before you get hurt." He said, arrogance as thick as the metal plate on his chest. He had a small grin on his face as his body tensed in preparation for battle.

[member="Ashe the Reaper"]