Aforementioned newguy thread. T3

[RasJurakTahr]

Seeing Evvie was not answering, TenHass lowers his guard. He looks over her with an expression almost of pity for a moment, then cranes his neck to Areo.
The Witch was still sitting in her cloud, she seemed oblivious to the position of her comrade-in-arms, and he would take advantage of the lull in the situation. He gingerly picks his way back to the wall he was sitting on before this battle and sits atop it, hands resting in between his raised knees, leaning forward and facing her. He waited for her response to this, and steeled himself for the kind of attacks she was likely to make.

[ImportantNobody]

Evvie was confused by the man's actions and was still very woozy from the vicious attack, so even if she was wanted to talk it was difficult to find the strength to say anything. However, it was hard to take out a half dragon so easily, so she wasn't to be counted out of the fight yet. Keeping her head down to avoid feeling too nauseous, she eventually managed to get some words out.
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"You big traitor and meanie," she said. That man had indeed healed her, but he was the one who had stabbed her in the first place to create that wound. Plus he zapped her with electricity and did some other crazy attack that she couldn't figure out. That one good deed of his didn't clear him of his cruelty by any means in her eyes. "Me and ally here to make you pay."
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All her blood had been returned to her body, so she wasn't suffering as bad as if she had been bleeding out this whole time. Her body was now recovering, so she at first got onto her knees, and then, wobbling at first, onto her feet. After letting out a battle roar, she unleashed another stream of fire his way. She didn't trust her legs to allow her to run at him just yet.

[RasJurakTahr]

As he walked away, TenHass heard Evvie speak. He turned his head back to hear what she had to say and was met with a wall of flame.
It would appear my mercy was misplaced
He leaped away as best he could, the distance giving him time to set up another inertial barrier, pushing the flame away from his body as it lapped at him, the fire still had heat, but at least his flesh would be spared. The torrent came strong, as was to be expected, but it didn't last as long as before; a testament to he half-Dragon's fatigue.
"You're a tenacious one! I'll give you that!" He called over the flames rushing over his back as he ran further away to the wall, jumping halfway up the rubble in a single bound, then picking his steps quickly to the top. The flames had done their damage, his energy was drained, he was in the throes of a small migraine, and the heat had left him weak-kneed. He fought against his weakness, pushing himself to maintain poise and seeming of power.

His flesh may have been spared, but his clothing wasn't so lucky. The flames had singed and burned away half of his garments, ruining them.
"Tsk tsk tsk." He muttered as he ripped his shirts off, completely hopeless as it was to repair them strips of cloth clung to his arm, still smouldering, and he tore them off too; no point in keeping it if the pieces were likely to hinder his arms. His tabor was all but gone and his pants had burnt holes around his instep and knees, but nothing worth stripping down more for.
But now he was shirtless, his body that of a well honed man-made-weapon. The old scars of the life he left behind now plain to see for all; thick lines of crystal and metal infused within ink cursed his grey skin, linking a series of wide holes in his ribcage, collarbone, and sternum. A widened hole between his Tibia and Fibia in each arm were also connected with these tattoos, his fingers were half flensed; and not that either of the girls could see it, but these gaps in him also ran alongside his spine.

He made to sit down, looking at them both.
"So, how do you intend to make me pay, young one? I gave you my own blood; I could take it back if I wished."
He was stalling, buying time. He needed rest more than anything. Half-Dragons were, in his experience, very draining.
Then an idea struck him.
"And just what did you hear that made me need to pay?"

[ImportantNobody]

Her fire breath failed to do much to hurt him, at least from what she could tell, but at least it seemed to buy her some time. She was slightly fatigued but could move around without any other problems. The man being shirtless didn't even cause Evvie to bat an eyelash. To her clothes had little meaning anyways. What was interesting was his weird scars. Evvie's body regeneration doesn't allow her to scar for very long, so she didn't even recognize what they were at first. However, once it clicked in her mind that was what she was looking at, she didn't pay it any more attention.
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"How pay? What pay?" Evvie thought to herself as the man was asking questions. She scratched her head in thought before answering. "I just told to beat you up. You criminal guy."
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She squatted down low before pushing off the ground with her feet to take a flying leap towards him and start round 2. She could tell that he was getting exhausted, meaning that Evvie's half dragon body probably had better endurance then this man. Taking advantage of this, Evvie came straight at him to attempt a quick series of attacks from her hands and feet at various places on his body. A bunch of rapid attacks would be tiring, but it would also be tiring to try and block or dodge all of them.

[RasJurakTahr]

Evvie comes up and begins an assault on TenHass. He guesses that things are going to be painful for him no matter how he reacts, so he lets her fling her hands, feet, tail, wings, head, and whatever weapons she can muster to him. The attacks rain down on him, pummeling him and he offers not resistance, but allows himself to fold quickly. The impacts wear on him, ringing his head with each blow and he feels the blood pulse in his body through the inevitable bruising.
When she is done, he lets himself lie recumbant for a short while. Then before she can react, his eyes shoot open and he mentally propels himself to her throat; his left hand, marked with crimson spirals, reaches out and grasps its target with uncanny strength.

His eyes lock with hers and he begins the call to her blood again.

[ImportantNobody]

She was surprised when he just curled up and took her attacks without retaliation. However, despite getting beaten up he wasn't wasting any energy while she was beginning to feel very tired putting her all into this. After hitting him what should have been as sufficient amount to at least knock him unconscious, she placed her weary hands on her knees, bent over, and began to pant, sweat dripping off her body. And then it happened, too quickly and with her too tired to be able to dodge in time. She felt his cold hand tightened around her throat. Her feet were lifted slightly off the ground. She grasped onto his left hand with both of hers and then tightened her abdominal muscles to get her up into a horizontal position so that her feet could repeatedly try stomping on his face to force him to let go of her.

[RasJurakTahr]

As she struggled, he held on. He returned to a full standing height again, making sure Evvie would neither be... harmed... nor would she escape. The dull glow in his eyes trailing behind as he moved. He continues to watch her and spits the blood coming from his beatings to the ground, but the blood itself drifts from the spit into the air as a mist, floating in an orbit around his free right hand. All of the blood in his many bruises join, the damaged vitae flowing from swollen pores and creating a vortex around his forearm.
"So. You have beat-" her struggling and flapping wings was keeping her aloft and she was obviously trying to get ready to kick him. "-tsk, You're fun. You know that?"

His eyes glow brightly for a moment, the glow trails down the tattoos along his body and the right arm. As the glow reaches his hand the floating mist tightens and solidifies and he punches into her Solar Plexus, the now-solid blood coating shaped as a VERY short blade -only long enough to break the skin- along his knuckles.
Then, regardless of success, he pulls the blood back into himself and forcibly drops Evvie into the floor, kneeling to reach the ground himself and keep his head from being TOO easy to-
*THWACK*
- well, he was GOING to say kick. It would've been too easy otherwise; much unlike this girl He mused as he stepped back again, this time a sight less merciful. THe pain he felt was still strong, but he refused to let it rule him; he would NOT let it.

[ImportantNobody]

Evvie smiled at her successful kick, but her chest area was now hurting bad. She looked down to see a trickle of blood oozing down her mid torso region right below where her "armor" was. It didn't seem like a dangerous wound, and should even be completely healed by the time this battle was over due to it's small and shallow size. What was far more dangerous in her opinion was that she was getting tired, so she couldn't get too cocky in her current situation, even with her opponent battered and bloody as he was, far more physically damaged then she was. Should she back off a bit and get a chance to rest? She hated such a plan, but she didn't want to do something too stupid at a time like this. Flapping her wings, she made an effort to leap backwards, out of his reach, and then wait to see what he'd do next, doing her best to dodge any attack that he'd send her way.