Quest A Hunting We Will Go

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas was besides himself with excitement. His muscled tensed, fist clenched together as he stared down his foe. His eyes were still and icy, his breath heavy as if it was becoming harder to contain himself. He snarled under his breath, the shedding of blood to come willing him on.

He could see Razakr near by and the bigger Zith facing him with a whip in hand. It seemed that they had wanted to pair off and make it a one on one fight. Recoomas didn't care one way or the other. To him Zith were not warriors they were animals, beast and needed to be put down.

The Akalak did not speak, and instead released another war cry as he readied his lakan to strike. He watched the small and nimble Zith dash forward and slice at him viciously with not one but two daggers.

Recoomas reacted, swinging his lakan outward as he jumped back to dodge the slashes from the daggers. The Zith was very quick, but Recoomas stayed ready and the moment that the beast stepped backwards, Recoomas followed him in bringing his heavy boot directly towards the Zith's knee, and following it up with a horizontal slash with his lakan.

The bulky Akalak followed through with the slash and spun around and lifting his leg upward for a strong kick towards the beast upper body. If his attacks were successful then it was likely that the cocky Zith wasn't smiling any longer.

[Traverse]

Razkar

It was good to see his opponent did not show the pain and weakness he must have felt from the puny vermin that flew through the sky. The large Zith had used his bladed whip for a length of time, and knew the advantages of it's length and range, as well as the distinct disadvantage of it being used against him.

Eyes widened ever so slightly as the barbarian twisted and pulled to gain range, a vicious diagonal swipe coming down upon him, but he had a speed that belied his physical mass. A dark crimson line was etched into his chest as Razkar's ax blade sunk into his flesh, but it was a shallow wound compared to the intended fatality.

The Zith used a vicious retraction of of his arm to wrench the whip out of his opponent's strong grasp, kicking at the Myrian's chest to increase the gap.

Both entities were bleeding as they separated, but just as his smaller comrade's smile faded, a slow and sadistic smirk was spreading across this large one's face. Boring hunts were simply no fun.

The whip was coiled a couple times around his arm, significantly shorter than before, but still containing range that no hand ax could match. Surging forward the Zith leapt up into the sky, using his wings as leverage to plummet downward, one foot twisting forward to connect with Razkar's collar bone, blood dripping down his dark furred chest. Best to be done with this fight quickly, he didn't want to know what tricks this meat had up his sleeves.

Recoomas

The smaller Zith enjoyed using his speed against creatures large and small alike. The big blue men of the spired city of falls seemed to know little of such swiftness with their massively muscular arms and stoic demeanor. He greatly enjoyed slicing the smug expressions from their tall shoulders, and was planning on doing the same with this chunk of meat.

So as he grunted in pain when the kick connected with his knee, hopping out of range of the second attack, but only just, his simpering smile turned to a growl of frustration. Why couldn't a hunt just be simple?

He paced like an impatient cat around the Akalak, daggers flipping in his grasp, wings slightly spread to allow for mobility, just in case. When he charged Recoomas again he did so more cautiously. Sweeping in like a dancer, the Zith spun around, using his wings as a sort of feinting mechanism. Both daggers swung, one above the other towards the Akalak's chest, but the real attack was that one of his wings was scooping the earth in its tip and flinging it towards the Akalak's face, after which a punch, fingers closed around one of the daggers would be brought towards the purple being's throat. A snarl of fury was behind the attack, and it was clear that the creature was enraged.

[Razkar]

Razkar hissed in pain as the kick in the chest knocked him back, breastbone creaking and complaining like a fire in his chest. His arm was savaged by the whip ripped clean from his hand, blade buried at the end of it snaking across his flesh like a dagger.

The Zith sported its own wound, however: a scarlet line his ax had furrowed in its furry torso. But instead of pain, it just smiled, as if savoring its own pain as much as his. He snorted and spat a goblet of red saliva between the two of them.

"Come on if you're coming!"

As if by answer the beast flapped its bat wings once, hurtling upwards and over him, making him step back and jerk his head to place it against the sky. His left hand, soaked in blood, still found the strength to dart to the small of his back, away from its sight, and wrap around the double-bladed dagger sheathed there-

With a screech the Zith plummeted down, feet first, headed straight for him-

That's it, Razkar thinks with a bloody grin, come closer...

He twisted away to his right, stepping at the same time, aiming to avoid the shattering blow to his collarbone but knowing he'll probably get a glancing impact, and those bastards have talons there, too.

The Myrian's right hand arcs diagonally upwards, aiming to hack through wing and torso if he can meet them-

-while his dagger swing from his left hand and aims lower, where the creature will land in front of him-

Or more, accurately, where it's crotch will land.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas watched the little Ztih moving about in front of him. The smug look on his face had vanished and he was now forced to take the Akalak seriously. Recoomas was amused.. Although now he wondered if it would have been better to allow the Zith to think he had the upper hand. Surely doing so would have given him a invisible edge over the winged man.

It was too late now however, and the Zith was now enraged and ready to fight to the death. Still...Recoomas was amused, a fight to the death, well the Akalak wouldn't have it any other way. When the Zith attacked again, he was ready for the speed of the creature, having just witnessed it before. The bulky Akalak readied himself and widen his stance to keep him balanced in case the Zith tried to sweep him off his feet.

"Come on!!" he raged, ready to taste the blood of the little bat.

Once again, the Zith darted in swiftly, and Recoomas stood his ground. he quickly swung his lakan out towards the beating wings, but was tricked and found a mist of dirt coming towards him. Recoomas shielded his face, bringing his bulky arms to guard his upper body and head, while also leaving himself open to whatever attacks the Zith brought next.

It was hard to see with the beast wings kicking up dirt and Recoomas wouldn't stand for being treated this way. So the Akalak tried a daring move. He dashed forward, attempting to tackle the smaller Zith to the ground. If he was successful, the Akalak would grab hold of the Zith tightly, allowing Krysus' mark to burn and touch the Zith with her gift. If he was successful in this as well, the Zith would now feel twice the amount of pain from any of Recoomas' attacks.

"You're mine!!"

He roared as he started to ram his unarmed fist down upon the beast, while stabbing at him with his lakan with his other hand.

OOCIf I overstepped the line in this post, let me know and I will change it.

[Traverse]

Razkar:

He was a wary creature. Life upon the Sea of Grass did not award the foolhardy, yet the life of a slaver was one born of confidence and thus a strange egotistical personality was formed within the Zith.

This man thing was beneath him, preparing for the blow. His foot struck the collar, glancing yet still a solid connection, and as his wings spread apart to allow for a landing he saw a glimmer of steel that was not the first blade. Eyes spread wide with shock and alarm to see the dagger slicing viciously towards an area no male of any race wants to lose, but in dodging the secondary and more stealthy attack, the Zith became quite exposed to the first slash....that to his wing.

A scream of pain echoed out across the night as Razkar tore through a large chunk of the thin membrane upon the Zith's wing, his opponent leaping away just as it reached the muscle of his shoulder. The entire injured appendage folded somewhat limply upon itself, and the creature snarled in rage at the audacity of his opponent as well as his own foolishness.

So when his whip's full length was released in a vicious snap aimed for Razkar's chest, it was with furious intent, a rage filled Zith charging behind his attack in a bull rush towards the Myrian

Riaris:

The punch landed to the neck, but strangely enough, and much to the Zith's surprise, the Akalak did not seem to have much of a reaction. This of course only increased his rage, but once again, his attack didn't land even as his daggers swiped out towards the muscled flesh of his advesary.

Instead he was swept off his feet by the muscled brute and thrown upon the ground. Landing with a huff that sent air sweeping from his lungs the Zith's eyes widened in shock and bewilderment as a bare hand was placed on his chest, a strange sensation making his fur prickle and stand on end.

"What the shyke did you do to me meat?" Despite his minute size the Zith's voice was a deep rumbling baritone. This fight was almost getting to be one sided....With a heave the Zith propelled his body upward with his two wings, cringing in the pain it caused to lever the great weight of the Akalak. Sending another vicious punch towards the Akalak's neck the Zith rolled out from underneath the purple male and leapt up, snarling and aiming a kick for the partially prone Akalak's neck with clawed feet.

oocThe attack is totally valid, just keep in mind, so far Riaris hasn't taken a single attack the Zith has given out thus far, even diverting the dirt attack. Try to keep it even, ya?

[Razkar]

A frantic, furious blur of movement and crashing limbs and metal and a deafening beat of flapping wings. In his weakened state, Rakar had to struggle to follow it all, especially when the impact of the Zith's kick made something crack in his collarbone.

Razkar cried out and the dagger fell from his hand, bruised shoulder striking his left hand all but useless-

-but his ax kept going, and despite the paina dn exhaustion he grinned madly, feeling leathery skin rip and tear under his blade, wing useless, muscle and tendons severed-

-before the Zith staggered back to gain a breath.

Not so demonic now, Razkar thought with a mental smirk. One of its wings was still flapping gamely, but the other was folded and limp and twitching, twisted. He grinned even wider, spitting out blood. A crippling wound for a Zith, he was sure of it... and how would he be regarded by his kin? Less than a male? He hoped so, and knew what would follow such an injury-

Rage. Stupid, blind rage.

But that was still dangerous enough, and the Zith proved it with a snarl as the whip lashed towards him with a flash of steel. He gritted his teeth. Damnit... he couldn't avoid that. No point trying to. He was exhausted, bloody, wounded... but he was not dead yet.

With a cry to match the one vomited from the Zith, Razkar threw himself into the path of the whip, bracing himself for that evil, hissing kiss across his scarred chest. But it would be worth it, feeling it coil around him like some serpentine lover, denying it to the Zith. Yanking it from Razkar's arm was one thing, but yanking a full-grown Myrian off his feet? With one wing?

It was already rushing towards him, thick, black, stinking blood marring its fur and its ruined wing, face twisted into a hateful rictus. Razkar's was a mirror to it, but paler, weaker... but with less to lose.

Something very close to madness shone in his eyes as the two of them charged into another, whip swinging towards the Myrian chest, Razkar hurling his ax towards the snarling monster, distracting him, forcing him to move, giving him that precious moment of confusion he needed-

-as his right hand ripped his kukri free from the sheath on his chest and he bought it in a backhanded chop towards its throat.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

The first time the Zith had sent a punch towards his neck, the Akalak had been able to slightly brush it off and only taking in half of the damage. However the second punch was much closer and more brutal. Recoomas choked from the blow and found himself down on one knee while trying to catch his breath from the vicious attack. There was a throbbing in his neck and he reached up to hold it while hacking and coughing.

The Zith sprung up easily from under his heavy weight, getting back to it's feet with an almost God-like power and speed. The kick that followed from the winged man connected and tore blood and flesh from the Akalak who tumbled backwards onto the ground.

He didn't get to his feet, one arm raised up to cover his wounded body while the other holding the lakan curled near his bended knee. Riaris and Recoomas really hated Zith and this was one of the many reasons why.

[Traverse]

Razkar

To think that he would lose so much in this one fight, over this lousy savage that would barely be of use once the fight was over galled the Zith to no end. Somewhere a twisted part of his mind still believed he had the upper hand, could take this creature on. After all it was panting heavily, and bleeding from multiple orifices. All he needed was the final blow to finish the pathetic meat bag off and it would be done.

Of course...something quite similar could be said for the cocky Zith as well.

Blind rage at the skill of this creature pulled at the winged entity, and his breath came out as a hissing laugh as his body easily dodged the thrown axe. Despite his limp wing he was still a fast creature.

The laugh became a choked croak as the blade of Razkar's kukri sank into his neck, a long gash opening up in his dark flesh. Blood soon filled the wound, spilling out and over his chest, and the white's of the Zith's eyes were revealed as he realized much to his surprise...that he had lost this little game.

That did not change the fact that he had been hurling towards the savage at a voracious pace, and suddenly the Myrian was faced with the dead weight of his opponent completely knocking him to the ground.

Riaris

The Zith took a few shaky steps to collect himself, seeing as his opponent was prone, at least for the time being. He smiled with glee to see he finally had the upper hand, and a clawed foot sank hard onto Riaris's stomach, eyes glaring at his opponent with hatred and hunger in equal measure.

"Not so high and mighty now, aye meat?"

Her flipped his daggers around, wings opening ever so slightly when he heard the choking scream of his comrade. One quick turn of his head and he glimpsed the massacre of Zith and Myrian played out. A high pitched needle like scream rang out from the smaller Zith's throat, soon climbing to octaves above the Akalak and Myrian's hearing range. To think his comrade had fallen to the likes of these scum made the creature bristle with fury, but despite the fact he had the obvious advantage over the Akalak his pause to examine the battle occurring between Razkar and the other Zith gave the prone Akalak quite the opportunity...

[Razkar]

Razkar had about half-a-blink to savor his victory before two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of spitting, choking, crimson-arcing dead Zith slammed into him. Knocked completely off his feet, the impact caused more damage than it would have if the Zith was still alive, hammering him down into the dirt without restraint. Just weight on weight-

The Myrian screamed out into the uncaring night.

-pressing the blade of the whip deeper into him.

But his enemy was dead, of that much he was sure. The wet, fetid, beautifully warm liquid spilling over his chest from the pumping throat was more than enough proof. Hands still twitched desperately, but the mind and will was long gone.

A strange sound from his right. The two massive, dueling figures that he'd barely senses beyond his vision the whole fight finally snapped into focus. Swimming into his eyes through pain and weariness, saw that damned stupid, stubborn, arrogant and brave Akalak on the ground, hulking Zith grinding his foot into him with undisguised relish.

But at the sight of his comrade cut down, a screech like a harpy's death rattle split from his mouth and he glared at the Myrian-

Petch it. Might as well.

-and with a yell Razkar snapped his weakening arm over the corpse of the Zith pinning him, revealing it from it's hiding place behind the still-warm body, throwing the kukri overarm at the glaring Zith. He knew it wasn't designed for that. Knew he wasn't that great of a throw, either. But he had to try, pinned as he was, and it would buy the Akalak a moment or two.

As it turned out, that was plenty of time.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Riairs was still on his knee panting, while trying to make sure that his neck hadn't been split open by the Zith's nasty claws. He grunted loudly when the Zith slammed a foot into his stomach while standing proudly above him. Riaris glared hard up at his opponent and squeezed his lakan tighter into his fist.

It seemed that the Zith had won the fight as Riaris laid beneath it. But for some reason the Zith didn't kill him and instead turned away and screamed. Riaris glanced over to see Razkar finish off the other Zith and used that moment to slash his lakan towards the Zith's thigh and push himself from under it.