11-18-2016, 09:46 PM
Blink.
Koal's haunting violet eyes fluttered as he struggled to keep his eyes open. It felt like someone had poured liquid fire into his veins, and his head throbbed with every beat of his tainted heart. His flexed his claws, his shadowy hands splaying as he regarded the enemy. He could hear the whispers in the back of his head, telling him to go for the kill, urging him to violence. To stop fighting his instincts and give in to his darkness. He let out a soft groan and clutch at his head, try to do something to stop the voices that assisted his sanity. He had given in once, and his hands would never be washed of the blood of all the innocents he had killed on that day. The day he became what he hated; the day he became a killing machine with the vengeance of a boy who had just seen his mother murdered in front of him.
Honor is for the dead.
Mercy is for the weak.
Koal's left eye twitched as he continued to regard Dawn, slowly walking in a wide circle around her, like a predator stalking its prey. Yet He wasn't an idiot. She was a formidable opponent that he had enjoyed fighting. He hadn't felt this alive since-
Dawn struck quickly, her fist landing in the shoulder where she had shot him, aggravating the wound. Crimson liquid stained her hands, and Koal tried to get a strike in, but she danced away before he could. The young Demon growled in irritation and pain, low in his throat. He bared his teeth showing her his fangs. All reservations gone, Koal lunged forward, clawing her across the forearm as she covered her face and neck. He heard a gasp of pain and he tried to claw at her again, but she ducked and threw a punch at his lower abdomen. He staggered back, coughing up a little bit of blood onto the already mottled snow beneath him. His field of vision was riddled with black spots, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He heard the voices again. Screaming and desperate to be heard.
Koal pounced once again, his eyes wild and full of pain, and once again began swinging. Dawn ducked and weaved in between most of his attacks. Feinting a strike for her face, He switched the direction of his strike as she covered her face, scoring a hit on her stomach. He felt his claws dig into her flesh. Koal felt an insanity-tinged smile split his faced. Dawn fell back for an instant, her mind racing, looking for something-anything-to get him away from her. Grabbing a handful of snow, she flung it into Koals eyes.
He stumbled back, wiping furiously at his stinging eyes. Dawn lurched forward and bowled into Koal, punching him in his vulnerable areas, Koal unable to fight back as pain racked his body. When she finally climbed off of him, his breath came in ragged gasps, and tears were carving a path down his bloodied face. He weakly climbed up and assumed a fighting position once more, holding his arms weakly in front of him. Dawn lifted a cool eyebrow, an emotion he couldn't identify flashing to life in her fierce eyes.
" I-It was an h-honor to cross blades with you." Koal stuttered out, too weary to keep up his facade of anger anymore. He was broken. She knew it, he knew it. His violet eyes appeared shattered, and his body wasn't faring much better. His mind was racing, and not in a way he could keep up with. He started mumbling to himself, his right eye twitching. His stance relaxing, Koal began to walk slowly towards Dawn, his entire demeanor different. Koals eyes were hidden beneath the shroud of his raven hair, and an insane smile was alive on his face. He opened his mouth and began to speak.
"You don't know pain as I do... but you will." His voice was layered, as if several voices were all speaking at once, and Koal lifted his head at the last word. His eyes were pitch black. The light and color around them seemed to die and be drained from the environment. Before she could process the new change in Koal, his smile faded and his eyes returned violet. His stance tightened back up, and he once more threw a punch at her. She grasped his palm and redirected the force, throwing Koal off balance, although Koal twisted at avoid a hit to his already wounded face. He kicked at her legs, and she quickly danced backwards, avoiding the potentially crippling blow. He opted not to follow her, instead backing up and lowering his guard. His shoulders heaved as he fought to stay upright. He dropped to a knee, all of his energy and will to fight spent. He looked up weakly at Dawn, who stood a few meters away, looking unsure if this was a trick or not. The young Demon scoffed weakly, then grimaced as pain shot through his check and ribs. He spit out a glob of blood to the side then threw a tired smile at Dawn.
"I'll be right over in a sec, sweetheart. Just lemme get my last prayers out. Fair?" She jerked her head quickly. He bowed his head and softly began to pray.
"Goddess that burns in my heart, pardon my soul. I am a mockery of what I once was. An abomination with the power of a god. I was never meant to walk the earth. My mother said you were fair. I pray she was right..." he quickly stood and faced the Assassin once more, settling into a loose stance, his hands held to his sides in a gesture of welcome.
"What are you waiting for, love? Do you want me to write out a formal invitation?"
Koal's haunting violet eyes fluttered as he struggled to keep his eyes open. It felt like someone had poured liquid fire into his veins, and his head throbbed with every beat of his tainted heart. His flexed his claws, his shadowy hands splaying as he regarded the enemy. He could hear the whispers in the back of his head, telling him to go for the kill, urging him to violence. To stop fighting his instincts and give in to his darkness. He let out a soft groan and clutch at his head, try to do something to stop the voices that assisted his sanity. He had given in once, and his hands would never be washed of the blood of all the innocents he had killed on that day. The day he became what he hated; the day he became a killing machine with the vengeance of a boy who had just seen his mother murdered in front of him.
Honor is for the dead.
Mercy is for the weak.
Koal's left eye twitched as he continued to regard Dawn, slowly walking in a wide circle around her, like a predator stalking its prey. Yet He wasn't an idiot. She was a formidable opponent that he had enjoyed fighting. He hadn't felt this alive since-
Dawn struck quickly, her fist landing in the shoulder where she had shot him, aggravating the wound. Crimson liquid stained her hands, and Koal tried to get a strike in, but she danced away before he could. The young Demon growled in irritation and pain, low in his throat. He bared his teeth showing her his fangs. All reservations gone, Koal lunged forward, clawing her across the forearm as she covered her face and neck. He heard a gasp of pain and he tried to claw at her again, but she ducked and threw a punch at his lower abdomen. He staggered back, coughing up a little bit of blood onto the already mottled snow beneath him. His field of vision was riddled with black spots, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He heard the voices again. Screaming and desperate to be heard.
Koal pounced once again, his eyes wild and full of pain, and once again began swinging. Dawn ducked and weaved in between most of his attacks. Feinting a strike for her face, He switched the direction of his strike as she covered her face, scoring a hit on her stomach. He felt his claws dig into her flesh. Koal felt an insanity-tinged smile split his faced. Dawn fell back for an instant, her mind racing, looking for something-anything-to get him away from her. Grabbing a handful of snow, she flung it into Koals eyes.
He stumbled back, wiping furiously at his stinging eyes. Dawn lurched forward and bowled into Koal, punching him in his vulnerable areas, Koal unable to fight back as pain racked his body. When she finally climbed off of him, his breath came in ragged gasps, and tears were carving a path down his bloodied face. He weakly climbed up and assumed a fighting position once more, holding his arms weakly in front of him. Dawn lifted a cool eyebrow, an emotion he couldn't identify flashing to life in her fierce eyes.
" I-It was an h-honor to cross blades with you." Koal stuttered out, too weary to keep up his facade of anger anymore. He was broken. She knew it, he knew it. His violet eyes appeared shattered, and his body wasn't faring much better. His mind was racing, and not in a way he could keep up with. He started mumbling to himself, his right eye twitching. His stance relaxing, Koal began to walk slowly towards Dawn, his entire demeanor different. Koals eyes were hidden beneath the shroud of his raven hair, and an insane smile was alive on his face. He opened his mouth and began to speak.
"You don't know pain as I do... but you will." His voice was layered, as if several voices were all speaking at once, and Koal lifted his head at the last word. His eyes were pitch black. The light and color around them seemed to die and be drained from the environment. Before she could process the new change in Koal, his smile faded and his eyes returned violet. His stance tightened back up, and he once more threw a punch at her. She grasped his palm and redirected the force, throwing Koal off balance, although Koal twisted at avoid a hit to his already wounded face. He kicked at her legs, and she quickly danced backwards, avoiding the potentially crippling blow. He opted not to follow her, instead backing up and lowering his guard. His shoulders heaved as he fought to stay upright. He dropped to a knee, all of his energy and will to fight spent. He looked up weakly at Dawn, who stood a few meters away, looking unsure if this was a trick or not. The young Demon scoffed weakly, then grimaced as pain shot through his check and ribs. He spit out a glob of blood to the side then threw a tired smile at Dawn.
"I'll be right over in a sec, sweetheart. Just lemme get my last prayers out. Fair?" She jerked her head quickly. He bowed his head and softly began to pray.
"Goddess that burns in my heart, pardon my soul. I am a mockery of what I once was. An abomination with the power of a god. I was never meant to walk the earth. My mother said you were fair. I pray she was right..." he quickly stood and faced the Assassin once more, settling into a loose stance, his hands held to his sides in a gesture of welcome.
"What are you waiting for, love? Do you want me to write out a formal invitation?"
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables