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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[clawhammer]

[ Fingertips graze a ridged dark red mask shoved away into his pocket, hidden and kept secret, and it's like a jolt of electricity up his spine. Later he might be able to make the case that it's Jongdae who began the fight and without his influence – his attack – Shin wouldn't have been forced to act in self-defense. He could say his intentions were otherwise peaceful even if on the edge.

But in reality he makes the decision to kill the second he feels that mask, a moment before he even senses a presence behind himself.

His hand immediately drops from his chest to grab for the hammer hooked onto one of his belt loops, wrenching it free only an instant before he feels weight on his back. The nature of the attack isn't one he tries to guess – a bullet to the brain? a blade to the spine? he'd never get around to teeth to the throat, honestly – when what matters more is striking back and hopefully preventing it. Which is why the curved metal claws of that hammer are thrust back in an underhanded grip, on target to embed themselves into Jongdae's thigh unless he moves. ]

Do you have a fucking death wish?!

[itsjiaheng]

[ well.. jongdae could never say he didn't deserve it. as a matter of fact, he doesn't move, the desire for blood winning out over anything else. that makes the feeling of his fangs just grazing his target so much more frustrating as his grip gives out, certainly not oblivious to the moment when the metal claws find his leg.

when he hits the ground again, a fresh stab of pain makes him stumble against the wall and he presses his hand against the wound, coming away bloody. there's a moment or two when he sees it and comes back to himself, what's left of his humanity aware that the blood is his own. what is he doing? what is happening right now?!

it's only for an instant as shin gets only a low growl in answer to his question — jongdae's lingering humanity doesn't count for much in the face of things like lunar eclipses and rogue magic. he clearly has no concern for the danger, even now when he no longer has the element of surprise, lunging again with his fangs bared. not much at this point would deter him from trying to satisfy his needs.. ]