Mock Fight: Colonel vs. Jade, Akame and Demetri

[Demetri Malius]

Blood.

It was all the thief could see as he struggled to stand after taking a blade to both the stomach and chest. Even though most of the wound was cauterized by Colonel's Saber, droplets of blood seeped like molasses onto the hard, cracked ice, as if one was pouring syrup onto their pancakes in the early morning. He could feel the omnilium seeping from his body, as much a part of his life essence as the crimson liquid before him.

Demetri glanced at his chain mechanisms, hearing the stressed grinding and struggled production of the metal chain links. It seemed that it, too, was affected by his injuries, unable to efficiently use his omnilium to fuel itself. With a huff he cautiously slipped the devices off of his wrists, a solid clunk sounding out as each one hit the ice. In the distance he could hear the striking of metal and the buzzing sounds of green energy as the battle continued without him.

Until, suddenly— all the crashing blows of combat abruptly stopped. Demetri looked sharply up, his vision swirling and tilting sideways from blood loss, and hastened to his feet after clawing uselessly at the smarting ice for several shaky moments. His posture was like that of a stooped beggar, for the wounds to his torso had stretched painfully in a grotesque, contorting fashion that burned raw tears throughout his body, and the thief grimaced as he hobbled over to see that the mechanized titan had truly sunk below the lake’s dark surface.

And, indeed, it did seem that way— the surface of the lake gurgled a few times, a bubble sizzling to the surface and a crackle of electricity flickering beneath the murky, almost ink-colored water. The three warriors stood, panting and clearly worn out from the trying battle. Each one took the precious time they had to really breathe, that is, until the lass with the dog ears gave a quick start.

“He’s—“ she started to say, her shout abruptly cut off as Colonel came up through the ice in an eruption of slush and spraying water. Frost came boiling off of him in waves, his expression contorted in rage as his heavy feet absolutely pulverized the ice beneath him when he swept into a roaring charge straight towards the thief.

It only took a split second for the thief to react, his eyes centered on his attacker as he held out his left hand. Even in his exhausted state, the thief’s focus was unwavering, his mind as sharp as the blade that formed between his outstretched fingers. The two primes locked eyes, now in their own fight, a duel for survival. Demetri sensed the wear and fatigue expertly hidden behind a stern face, which in turn was further concealed beneath metal and programming.

With a flash of sparks, the bionic saber came down upon the glistening Swordbreaker held up by the thief, the blade inches away from his throat. Neither man nor machine gave ground, before each withdrew their weapon, preparing for a vicious exchange of blows that would decide their fate.
With no chains and no aggressive weapon, there was no way to make follow up attacks with anything other than his fists. The saber sliced through the air, splitting it as the thief ducked low, avoiding the move entirely. A bloody fist came up and knocked Colonel on the chin, but he could hardly register it past all the error messages demanding his attention. He had no time to think, only to react; the thief was extremely quick, and allowing himself to be outmaneuvered was unacceptable, a defect in his programming.

With a twist of metal Colonel attempted to redirect his attack, forcing Demetri to flip backwards and take a slice to the back of his leg. Blood seeped onto the floor from both the new wound and the holes in his chest as the thief immediately rushed forward and tackled his target, landing on top of him, his blade on the saber and using his weight to restrict him. With a raised fist, he began to hammer down on the metallic being, disfiguring his nose and causing blue data to scatter in the air. The prime looked up at the thief with his unchanging stare before grabbing the thief’s hand. A loud cruNCH pierced the air as bone snapped, and the thief smashed his face against the prime, both taking injury before he quickly leapt back from him, close to death.

Demetri’s vision was already faltering, his body numb from blood loss and the freezing ice as he struggled to stand against this tank of a being. As a thief he had not much dignity, but he damn well was going to preserve the little he had.

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