Daphne ☆ Reza Blackwell (daphnis) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-05-27 09:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event #020, !mini-log, apollo, daphne |
[He hadn't been scared to fight nor was he too terribly scared to die. This was nothing new to him, he had fought and he had died before. Apollo practised and trained and readied himself for what was to come.Then they had announced the fights and he had seen the cruel joke being played on him. His sister was to join him. The sister he had spent life times looking for. Even when he hadn't known who he was, there had always been this space there at his side where she should have been. That had changed everything. Suddenly, he was very scared to fight. Suddenly, everything had changed.
The day had arrived far too quickly.
Their opponent had known them well. Seen which twin to take out first. Before the fight had begun there had been something achingly familiar about the beauty but then she had killed Artemis. Apollo was strong but he was ruled by his emotions. Watching Artemis fall had caused something in the Sun God to snap and he had fought back harder but recklessly. It became less about winning and more about making the woman pay for taking his twin from him.
A few times it looked like he would succeed in doing just that but finally a blow sent Apollo to his knees to the pleasure of the roaring crowd. He tried to get up but couldn't. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the woman. "Do it." Closing his eyes, he tilted his head up to feel the sun on his face.
Daphne was a hitwoman by trade, so even without her ability to back her up - she knew what she was doing - too well. Besides, she was a Blackwell, and that family had a reputation to upkeep. A banner of viciousness and pride they carried. There were weird exceptions to their ways, such as the soft daughter of Lena and Patrick. The rest? Even Gavin held his own. The pretty boy. So while Daphne didn't feel this was personal for her, it had been to Gavin. Pan. Whatever. Losing had never been considered.
Of course someone who fought back hard did cause her trouble, regardless of her own skills, she was sweating and exhausted. It was a matter of waiting him out (she did). The blow to his legs had been aimed carefully, to keep him from getting up again. Daphne slashed, twisted out of the way and heard the satisfying thud of knees against the gravel. She stopped for a moment, watching Apollo with a hint of amusement.
The pleasure she felt at this was unusual for her. People in her profession were cold, swift and efficient. There never was a reason to draw it out, but she couldn't help but taunt him. "Pan says hello." There was a small pause to allow those words to sink in, then Daphne swung her sword sideways, taking off his head in one clean blow. Normally she wouldn't care about the blood, felt indifferent towards it; this shower of it felt like victory on so many levels that could not be explained. She blamed it on Pan's need to even the score with this guy.
The roar of approval was deafening, Daphne turned her face towards the sun and smiled.]