thenearshore | Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

Who: Zero and Open
What: Zero ~~loses his shit~~ falls to his bloodlust
When: May 4th
Where: Everywhere.
Warnings: Blood, violence, manipulation, self-harm, he'll be an arrogant ass too

He digs at his throat obscuring the tattoo. The pain a welcome change to the raw hunger clawing at his throat making it impossible to even think! His stomach churns and his form convulses bringing him to his knees. His hands slam forward breaking the fall as his instincts single out the faint sound of a heart beating in the distance. He covers his ears to block out the sound but it doesn't go away!

Starvation.

It turned vampires mad. And Zero had been starving himself for far too long.

His body screams in agony, forcing his instincts to the surface as hunger grips him in its claws forcing his heart rate up, the sound mixing with the steady one in the distance. It was close. If he--

"Stop it!"

He grits his teeth and his breathing falls into ragged breaths. He's losing control. Beneath the blood and raw skin, his tattoo begins to glow and his eyes pulse a deep red. He's slipping, falling off the ledge of sanity and the monster lurking inside raises its head and tests the will that always kept it at bay, and for the first time it come away with a grin. The Hunter lost more than his memories, he lost his strength to defy it.

Time passes and his throat begins to heal while that beating heart echoes in his mind drawing the vampire toward the source, a wide grin marring its lips when its meal falls within its sights.

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His smile spreads wide, as the vampire raises its head at the challenge.

"Likewise."

He pushes off the tree, his fingers lengthening into sharp talons as his tattoo pulses to life beneath his skin glowing a rich red beneath the moonlight as a rush of adrenaline spikes his system in anticipation.

Sephiroth's answer comes in the form of a motion. Blurring with the speed of a haste spell, he rushes his opponent with a wide slash of that wickedly long sword.

"I wonder how impressive your words will be when you're bleeding out."

Since coming here, Sephiroth has felt wrong. Like something tries to force him into the wrong skin. This? This feels as it should, like this is what he was meant to do.

The attack is countered with a streak of movement that barely has him dodging the long sword by a hair's breath. He jumps to the side, pivots and slashes down with long talons, all the while smiling wide, enjoying the edge of violence.

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Sephiroth pivots out of the incoming attack and marries the motion smoothly to counter. The Masamune comes into the play, seeking to intercept the clawed hand bearing down on him.

"At least you're not a bore." Had this fight ended in the first exchange, Sephiroth would have been displeased.

His talons come away bloody from the sword, and he jumps back at once just out of reach of that sword. It's long.

"Compensating?"

He chuckles, a dark rich sound, as he licks away the blood. It wasn't an anti-vampire weapon so his healing was still intact. Already the skin beneath was knitting together from the superficial wound.

"You bleed; I do not." He says in answer to the question with a smirk of his own. Such brashness. Sephiroth doubts this fight will last long.

Both arms sweep out to the side and the massive blade balances lightly in his hand.

"Do you need an open shot? Shall I close my eyes as well?"

BloodyRose, the Hunter's gun, vibrated in his gun holster but the vampire paid it no mind. It couldn't use the Hunter's weapon, it'd bite him if he tried, so he used his speed instead. He was an Ex-Human, so the vampire didn't have any special powers. A fact that put him at a disadvantage when facing a weapon like that so he stuck with what he knew.

"Whose bleeding?"

He let his hand fall, the skin pristine. He watches him, his smile still in place. Had he been in his right mind, he would have backed off but the vampire was in charge and it lived on violent instincts.

He takes the open shot, launching himself at his would-be prey to bring him to ground.

"I wonder. Will you heal as fast if I remove your head from your shoulders?" Sephiroth plans to test that theory. It should be easy. His opponent will rush, Sephiroth will strike, and the game will be over.

The problem with such a tidy plan is that Sephiroth is unprepared for the man's speed. He hadn't paid close enough attention. Unable to get the Masaume into position soon enough, Sephiroth growls. The impact against the ground is minimal and he rolls with the motion, attempting to fling his attacker away.

Had he been a Pureblood, his head could come clean off and he'd still heal. But he wasn't. He'd been a Hunter to start, and so he was several times removed from Pureblood status.

They come crashing down, but he's flung back into -through- a tree, before he can strike. He smiles as the tree topples down, enjoying the carnage. But he doesn't wait for it to hit the ground, he's moving within seconds, using his strength to slam into it to fling it in his direction.

Edited 2016-10-16 03:13 (UTC)

The tree groans and woods cracks under the impact. Rolling to his feet, Sephiroth waits, refusing to move because it's always better when his opponents come to him. Lashing out with three quick strikes with the Masamune, he cuts in the tree, carving up a section of it in harmless debris as the rest falls down around him.

So, this guy is strong.

Stabbing the tip of the Masamune into the ground, a blue shockwave rips across the ground like lightning, heading in Zero's direction.

Red eyes narrow but the blood-haze has him standing his ground, refusing to retreat. When the shockwave hits Zero is thrown back, toppling another tree but this time he doesn't get up so easily.

"Are you done? Is that all you have?"

For some reason, this sentiment fills Sephiroth with a sense of loss. He's not ready for this fight to be over. With a snarl, he lunges forward with the Masamune pulled back and ready to strike once he's in range.

He stands up, his movements slow as blood runs down his arm. His healing already in full gear mending the fractures in his bone.

"Not, even close."

He wipes at his mouth and comes away with blood which he licks off the limb. He needed blood and time to heal so this time, the vampire stays his ground, and instead of attacking chooses to defend this time.

Poised with the sword in hand, Sephiroth stabs the Masamune forward with a bit more recklessness than he should. Anger and dissatisfaction have left him with a head not as clear as normal. Assured of his own victory, he's willing to take the risk when his opponent stands there so obligingly.

Speed isn't his only recourse, and as the swordsman forgoes his advantage and takes to the offensive the vampire calculates. He stills, his mind moving a mile a minute as he plans his movement to the -- THERE!

Using the Hunter's knowledge, the vampire moves avoiding the cutting edge of the blade even as he goes for the handle with one hand while aiming a full-strength blow to that pretty face with the other.

Sephiroth's head snaps back with the force of the blow and a low sound of pure anger leaves him. He turns, trying to prevent the man from getting too much leverage on Sephiroth's sword hand. Then his right elbow snaps out, aimed at his opponent's midsection.

He can't get as much force behind it as he'd like, but it's hopefully enough to push his attacker off.

The force is enough and already the vampire knows he's outclassed without a weapon of its own. So, it calculates even as it absorbs that hit and times his landing well enough to have him landing and not crashing on top of a tree.

The vampire stills, his healing factor already mending the hit but it knows. It knows continuing on will only lead to more of the same. That sword is too long. It gives him the perfect offensive and defensive range, so the vampire jumps back, backing off in search for easier prey before the Hunter took back control and ruined his fun. So, without so much of a whisper of his passing the vampire disappeared into the woods leaving the swordsman alone, for now.

Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

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