The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-07-04 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !tournament, violet |
Violet versus Python: The Toll of Terror
Who: Violet versus Python (NPC)
When: JULY 4th Tournament; Round 3
Where: The Asphalt Arena
What: Violet takes on Python and loses, but she gets a little of her own back.
Violet would have loved some time to process her previous rounds, but the tournament had been its usual whirlwind of bloodshed dancing on top of strangeness, so the previous rounds were a blur. Live in the moment and you might live to the next one. Not that Violet was terribly interested in living to the next moment, subconsciously, she was waiting for things to fall apart....waiting to lose. Waiting to die. She'd never tell Remy that, but it was the truth. She fought because there was that little voice deep down inside which wasn't ready to go yet, but above that was just a general indifference toward life.
Outwardly, she kept up the all of life's a party attitude because her attitude had a bad habit of leaking out to others and no one else needed to know. No one else.
Round three. Round three. Already she blinked at the weather, sweat making her hair heavy as she moved into the asphalt arena. The air was heavy and thick, heat radiating up off the ground. If she'd been wearing more clothes, Violet wouldn't have thought the first thing about stripping. As it stood, she was barely wearing enough to be considered legal. That could be one reason why attendance to her fights was so high, it was almost like getting to go to wet t-shirt contest, only there was more blood and violence.
At the moment, sweat was beading up and rolling of her skin, following the lines of her tattoos. Violet retreated to the shade at the edge of the arena and waited for her opponent to be called in.
Bring the noise, ladies and gentlemen, for Green Block Breaker, the mighty PYTHON, taking on the Blue Block Beauty, the violent VIOLET!!! Obviously this announcer was trying to bring some personality to the forefront.
As much as she liked that her name got attention, Violet still felt the blood drain away from her face recognizing her opponent's name. Deadpool had told her about Python and having his back broken. There was no way she was going to survive that kind of attack. Her healing factor was extremely minor unless she was outright stealing from people, something she didn't want anyone to see. It was painful to do, much less show off to others. Part of her mind went to Kyle and their problems, but it wasn't something she got a whole lot of chance to dwell on. The opening bell was already ringing and her opponent was covering the distance toward her.
Now was definitely not the time to stop and think about things unconnected to the immediate future. Violet didn't rush toward him, letting him come to her and sizing him up as he moved. Fucker was quick. She'd have to give him that. He had at least 200 pounds on her easy and his arm was as big around as her head.
Note to self: Avoid taking direct hits.
He came right to the wall, throwing a shot at her head. Violet threw herself past him and into a roll to bring her back to her feet. He was practically on her before she even made it to her feet, forcing her to push it forward into a flip. Shit the asphalt was hot. There would be burn marks on her skin, but so long as she made it out, what difference did it make?
Python was with her every step of the way, trying to grab a hold of her or knock her down. Good thing all this damn practic had upped her endurance significantly.
Stopping, she turned on him, waiting till just a split second before he threw another punch and hit him with what she called a terror light. It was just a quick flash, meant to dazzle the eyes and confuse the brain. His punch, still coming her way, went wide and she used her minor advantage to come in for an uppercut.
The crunch of his lower jaw connecting with his upper was satisfying, but then he threw his arms around her. Critical error on her part.
"LET GO!," it came out in a terrified scream and her whole body lit up with it, suffusing the very air with the terror running across her nerves. Python, caught up in her abilities, did let go, but now he flailed, panicking himself.
Violet managed to get one arm up before he hit her in the side. The splintering crack left one side of her body numb immediately and her breathing hitched as she dropped to her knees. When he hit her again, lashing out at his unknown demons, her head snapped up and stars appeared in front of her vision.
She didn't even get to see the aftermath of her handiwork.
The fighter was flailing and running screaming at god only knew what he could see before his eyes to account for the terror in his body. Trying to escape he ran into the wall of the arena, once, finding no escape, he ran in another direction until he tripped and fell on his face. Strong hands digging at the asphalt until his fingers were bloody and shredded. Then he stopped dead, dropping to the floor, apparently he'd passed out from his panic.