Drifting Pollen

Verse Versus

A sweet image of innocence
Her presence here so dissonant
Amidst the shadows and the grime.
Run, small one, while there’s still time!
Sneak away, find somewhere safe
A hidey-hole for a thin waif
Somewhere the demon will not seek,
Some lonesome refuge for the meek.

But nay, she strays not from her path
She cries to tempt the madman’s wrath
And all that’s left to do is pray
That He does not come thisaway
Alas, the girl is not alone,
Her presence here is now beknown.

Quiet eyes observe her gentle walk,
Quiet feet behind her slowly stalk,
And from the vilest, blackest depths of shade
A shadow strikes, a great and dark curved blade!

Edge turned aside, the flat swings down
Towards the little wanderer’s crown
Seeking not her life to reap
But to knock her into dazed sleep
So that the Red Pierrot may snatch
Her up, to later on dispatch…

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Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Important Nobody Vs Drifting Pollen

@ImportantNobody

Everything all right? If IRL stuff has got you busy then I don't mind waiting some more. Just wanted to check in, though.

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I'm in! Will be working with Doll Maker for this one.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Important Nobody Vs Drifting Pollen

As Tekla approached, her opponent drew his sword from where it had previously rested at his right hip and pointed it towards her. If he'd forgotten to do so, it would have been quite difficult to execute any kind of attack, but seeing as he was attempting a lunge he must have gotten it out at some point along the line.

Not that it made much difference to her. She didn't slow down or react when the steel came out, merely noted its length and carried on her relentless advance, until she hit the threshold of her opponent's striking range.

And sped up.

Both fighters lunged at the same time, drawing gasps from the crowd around them. Rather than backing off or trying to dart around the lunge, Tekla barreled on through, practically guaranteeing that the blade would score a hit- but not one that would end her, or even harm her. The moment her opponent made his move, she countered it, not with a parry or a dodge, but with a manifestation. A solid steel cuirass, bursting into being around her torso just as she threw herself into the oncoming strike.

Metal screeched against metal, the swordpoint crashing into Tekla's plate armor and sliding off to one side, deflected under her left arm. Her opponent hadn't fully committed to his lunge, but Tekla had committed to hers, and the very instant after the boy's sword tried and failed to penetrate her, she struck back.

If she'd aimed for his body, perhaps he would have had time to duck or back away. She gave him no such opportunity. She had momentum on her side, pushing onward in spite of the impact on her chest and letting her left side swing back in response, bringing her right side forward, her right arm forward, darting out with deadly accuracy and great big fingers twisted like steel talons, reaching for her opponent's right wrist and seizing it, crushing it, yanking it towards her. No room for avoidance here- the boy had just lunged, and reversing the momentum of his arm would take time, not to mention that the short length of his sword put her target immediately within reach. By the time he realized what she was doing, it would already be too late.

But would Tekla stop there? No. She was still moving forwards, faster than ever now, her huge and muscled form bearing down on the challenger before her. While one hand immobilized his sword arm and dragged him towards her, her left arm would plunge forwards, driving for his throat.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Important Nobody Vs Drifting Pollen

For a few heartbeats, no one stepped forwards. Young men shoved each other gently, urging friends on, but none dared enter the ring themselves. Until suddenly, one moved.

He came from outside the ring, quietly entering the crowd and triggering a wave of excited murmurs as he pushed through and emerged on the other side. Who's that kid? Doesn't look like he's from one of the gangs- Holy shit, is that a sword? Dude must have a grudge if he's bringing shit like that into the ring... Hey, hey, place your bets!

The tall woman simply stared back at him, completely unfazed by the presence of a deadly weapon. A wolfish smile slowly spread across her features, and she threw her arms open, roaring with pleasure.

"HAH! Whatever you want, friend! Maybe with sword, you will not break so fast."

Unlikely that would actually be the case. Her blood was already pumping, a pulse of raw fire, eager to let loose. There would be no holding back for Tekla.

She started forwards. Long, confident strides, quickly closing the distance without committing to a charge. Her arms were up around chest level, hands loose and relaxed, her torso leaning just slightly forwards and her shadow stretching out before her. She advanced on him like a boulder rolling downhill, showing no signs of slowing down until she'd crushed him beneath her feet.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Important Nobody Vs Drifting Pollen

@ImportantNobody oh sorry I meant @Drifting Pollen

@Dynamo Frokane

It'll be up sometime within the next few days! Was busy celebrating Christmas with my family, and then had a bunch of medical appointments to deal with afterwards. Will get back to this as soon as I can manage.

Let The Blood Run Rampant

Gaaaaaah just hit each other already!

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Important Nobody Vs Drifting Pollen

"IS THIS THE BEST YOU HAVE GOT?"

A heavy body crashed down in the dirt, moaning loudly before rolling over and desperately trying to scramble away. Before the man could get anywhere, however, a booted foot drove into his behind and knocked him over again, face-first this time.

"They say this city has good fighters! They say, 'go to Ominar, Tekla, you will find challenge there!' But all I find-"

The man on the ground flinched as a huge figure loomed over him, wincing before a blow that did not come. Instead, his opponent simply spat, then turned away.

"-IS A BUNCH OF WIMPS!"

The victor stood tall, bunched muscles standing out in the dim light, glaring at the ring of hooting figures around her. By day, this park was a simple gathering place for civilians. By night, it was home to delinquents, street fighters, martial artists looking to prove their worth. A battleground, where the strong and the violent let loose their frustrations upon each other.

Right now, however, none of the watching fighters and low-lifes dared step forward to face her. Six had tried, and six times Tekla had sent them whimpering back to their friends, pissing their pants in fear. Though she was one of the only women present, she stood taller than most, with an imposing figure that seemed at odds with the flowery tattoos covering her arms and the bright pink and blue dyes in her hair. Some had questioned her ability at first, but there were no doubters now.

She still fought unarmed. These boys were weak. Grunting with disappointment, she spread her arms wide.

"I ask you for the last time! Is there ANYONE here who can give me a FIGHT?"

Verse Versus

A whispering upon the breeze that swiftly hops from ear to ear, words spreading like hungry fleas, dark omens for all to hear. They murmur it in marbled courts, they mutter it in crude ghettoes, it dwells in every family's thoughts: he's struck again...

The Red Pierrot

...

Perhaps you sense this mounting dread, and ask about, "Who bears that name, which pierces hearts, a black spearhead with point sharpened by fear and fame?"

Some say he is an eldritch shade, a wicked phantasm sent to snatch any young child whose feet have strayed too far from safe homes locked and latched. In truth, he is nothing so strange, a mortal man like you and I. A killer, utterly deranged, yet cunning as the sharpest spy.

He paints his skin as black as night, then daubs his face with purest white, while in his eyes glows crimson light that paralyses men with fright. A great long axe he bears in hand, to cut down guardsmen where they stand, and hook around the little necks of boys and girls that he collects. Those poor souls whom he takes away never shall see the light of day, stolen by night from their beds and soon returned- as severed heads.

Once the moon's risen, stay inside! Search for a safe place to hide, and there remain until the dawn, until the murd'rous monster's gone...