spark a fight in the dark

[clawhammer]

Who: Shin and Jongdae, Sylvia, Enkidu, and Hakuno
When: The night of the 5th
Where: Various
What: A lack of inhibitions means a spike in violence from a newly displaced and displeased man.
Warnings: Violence, serious injury, language, death.

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[sealeted]

...

[You don't survive to the final round of a magical death tournament by being unable to identify when somebody is incredibly dangerous. Even if she ignored the blood spatter—which she most certainly is not—and the anatomically accurate mask, even if she gave the hammer the benefit of the doubt, there's a set to his shoulders and a slinking saunter to his stride that screams at her, that grips and shakes at the tiny, desperate little animal in the pit of her hind brain and says—

You need to r u n.

On the outside, though, she merely blinks up at him with large, doll-like eyes and a calm expression. Her wings are very still behind her, and she casually eases her weight onto her back foot.]

Errands. We're all out of little trash bags.

[And she has a puppy to walk in the morning, provided she gets the hell away from what is clearly a serial killer, at least.]

[clawhammer]

[ Memories of complaining at Noi for her choices in buying the same items come back to him in a way that might be sobering if not for the fact that those recollections are also drenched in blood and violence. How often does he send her out for trash bags? How often does she choose the wrong brand, resulting in a fucking mess when they tear and the remnants of those he's attacked come spilling out? He almost laughs, holding it back to instead size her up. ]

You needed them this late? Sounds like you only have your own poor planning to blame for whatever happens to you...

Should I be merciful and let you make your peace first? Hurry up, I can't wait long. [ Fingers squeeze at that hammer as he continues his slow approach, only slowing once he's effectively upon her and has blocked the easiest exit with the six and a half foot hurdle that is his own body. ]

[sealeted]

Pets go through them quick.

[Her eyes are dark to begin with—the overall nature of Fae eyes means that there's very little white to give her away as her gaze darts around, cataloguing routes and possible roadblocks. And that would normally be an advantage, except the two of them very clearly know that she's going to try and run, because only an idiot wouldn't see where this is headed. He's barely skirting the edge of being euphemistic as is.]

I'm not really the 'make your peace' type. I've always been the type... how to put it?

[A gentle shrug. And then—]

...the type that clings to life no matter what.

[She turns tail and bolts.]