thenearshore | Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

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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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He disappears from sight, his speed to fast for the human eye to track, and appears a foot in front of him that same smile tugging at his mouth.

"Is that a challenge?"

Edited 2016-10-17 01:50 (UTC)

As soon as he vanishes from sight, Shun's eyes start darting around again, and he tenses in expectation for the guy to reappear in front of him or similar. When he does, Shun leaps back, the motion quick and practiced, but still very human, and his hand is actually on the hilt of the knife now, waiting for it to be needed.

"You're going to see it as one whatever I do. I'm just waiting for you to stop talking and start doing."

Not that it seems like the man's confidence is unwarranted, but Shun hates having his time wasted in combative situations.

His eyes fall on that knife and his tattoo begins to glow a deep red as that smile turns into a grin.

"You should take that out. You're going to need it."

Not that it'll help, but the vampire always liked a little blood-shed before savaging his victim's throat.

It's not exactly like he was trying to hide it, and though Shun would've preferred to keep it to when the fight actually starts, he's not so proud that he'll not draw his weapon just because he's being told to. So after no more than a moment's pause, he draws the knife into a reverse grip in his hand.

"If it'll make you shut up and fight me already. You've wasted enough time."

He's taking the fight seriously, as he always does, but the lack of actual action on the other's part is getting rather annoying.

The more annoyed he gets, the more pleased he is. This was a start but not nearly enough to temper his need for pain and violence. Speaking of which, the moment he pulls out the knife, the vampire immediately pivots, getting traction, before launching at him to bring him to ground.

Seeing the prepratory motion, Shun leaps to one side, rolling once before he comes back onto his feet a little way away from where he'd been jumped at. But the vampire is fast, and he knows he's going to be relying on a hell of a lot of luck to avoid him for any longer. So he keeps himself moving, aiming to make himself a harder target, the knife at the ready as he circles back a little closer to the vampire.

He doubts he'll be able to surprise this guy if he attacks, but wasting energy by trying to get further away is pointless when he won't be able to outspeed him.

Smart move, but one the vampire can hardly appreciate, gripped as he is in his blood-haze he moves by instinct alone and those instincts have locked onto the beat of his heart. Meaning, the vampire doesn't need to see him to know where he is, not when that steady beat gives away his location with every step. So, he plays with him. His movements intentionally slower than usual in order to get his blood pumping, as adrenaline is released into his bloodstream making it taste all the sweeter.

Albeit slower, his movements are no less precise. The moment, he evades, Zero twists around using the momentum to come at him with sharp claws, aiming to rake them across the left-side of his torso.

To deflect the strike, Shun brings up the knife in a harsh slash, the flat of it catching most of the hit but the edge of it possibly biting at skin as the knife moves as well. A claw drags across his coat, closer than he would have liked, but now that they're in closer combat, Shun is pulling no punches.

Even as he finishes the sweep of the blade, he has a follow-up ready, raising his leg in an attempt to give the vampire a fast and brutal kick to the stomach.

Blood runs down his arm as the knife bits into skin, but it only serves to excite the monster. It's the reason why he takes the hit to the stomach, loving the edge of pain that accompanied the strike. He smiles wide, eyes growing darker as he hits back, and sweeps down with his talons to strike flesh. He wants blood. Any will do.

Shun puts the blade up again, but it's not effective in blocking a hit like that, and the claws scrape at his arm, getting a low hiss out of him as they leave bloody furrows in the flesh. It hurts like hell, but it's also pain he's been expecting in some form since the start of this fight, so it's not hard to restrain his reaction.

When the claws clear him, he darts forward, driving the knife upwards in an attempt to hit the other's already bloody throat.

He grins, seeing the knife in slow motion and one moment he's standing still and the next he's a foot to the left, 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.

The speed of the movement means Shun has no time for a proper response - he's barely stopped the upwards stab when Zero goes in for the attack, and it's all he can do to throw one arm between the punch and his face to at least try to soften it. With only one hand on the dagger, as hard as his grip is, it won't be difficult to get it out of his hand.

While the hasty defense at least means his head avoids the worse consequences of a blow that powerful, it can't stop it from unbalancing him. Though he rolls with the hit as much as he can, the force of it means he'll likely be on the ground with a quick enough follow-up. It's clear Shun himself is aware of that - after the grunt of pain that the punch elicits, he grits his teeth even as he moves instinctively to regain his balance, however much or little he has time for.

Not at all. He takes the knife from his hand and throws it through the air burying it in a tree meters away even as he follows him down ready to physically overpower him and take what he wants.

Even if Shun's down, he's not out, and as soon as Zero gets close again he lashes out with both feet towards the vampire's stomach. He's still not showing any sign of fear yet - it's almost entirely anger, and a steeled determination. Maybe he won't win this fight, but giving up would be letting go of any chance of survival.

The Hunter would respect the fight left in him, but the vampire is less than pleased and a human kick without any added power feels like nothing more than a child's kick. He doesn't react and instead pulls down his collar to expose his neck. If this is all this god has to offer, the vampire will drive straight through him and take what he wants because he could.

It's both a collar and a scarf that need to be pulled down in this case, but it's about at that instant Shun realises what's actually happening here, and his mind begins to click through other ideas. His punches and kicks are being brushed aside, but there is one more thing he has at his disposal. He's never used it in a fight before, but he's tested it on himself with lack of other human volunteers, and he knows it works on flesh just as well as anything else.

He just needs Zero a bit closer, enough that he can more easily get and keep a grip on him. It's risky, but it's the best chance he has of getting out of this alive. So instead of making his move quite yet, he drives a knee into the same place he did the kick, as if this is all he can do.

All that he can do is nothing. The vampire would laugh at his attempt if he wasn't so focused on tearing off the scarf in his way. By this point, the vampire is lost in the blood haze. He follows his instincts and the sound of that beating heart that drives him forward needing to take it, stop it. Tear into it and depleted it of every drop of blood it had to offer.

As the vampire moves in to feed, Shun grits his teeth and hisses in pain, but remains steadfast. His hands find the vampire's arms, clenching tightly as if to push the guy off, but given how little attention the vampire's been paying to his attempts at resistance, he doubts it'll go noticed. To make doubly sure, he drives another two kicks in quick succession into the beast's gut, making the hard, seemingly desperate grip on his arms the lesser of the two things to focus on.

And as he does, he focuses his powers as much as he can. It's slow to start, but the flesh under his hands begins to darken and necrotize, the rot deepening every moment his hands remain. He'll focus on losing the vampire its best way of keeping him down before he tries to extend any.

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Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

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