Erebus had a finesse to the way he would move, clearly at home in the heat of battle. He was driving forth damage at such blazing speeds that her movements were surprising to him. He was impressed, exceptionally, at her own battle technique, but realized he might want to double down his efforts now before the vitality drain started interfering early.Â
“Oh yeah? You don’t consider this a first date. I was just about to hit.” he made the disarming comment in lieu of hers. Erebus always had a taunt to his smirk, but now more than ever. “I don’t suppose you could stop me if you wanted too, could you?” He threatened, but for some reason his words sucked in the attention as he moved in grace with her about the battlefield.Â
Watching her body line up to the side of his suddenly, threatened him with caution. Erebus realized he had the chance to flip her at this moment, and moved to do so when a sudden tug was felt on his lungs that forced him back to mortality— even if for a split second— and instantly the most intense body cramp forced him to break into a sudden belligerent cough. The interruption is unrefutable and Val uses the perfect moment to engage, in just the right timing her fist seems to force the rest of the air from his chest like that of an avalanche; for in just one sharp hook, she made him feel her power. Valeria’s fist collided with Erebus, clear wind thrust around their forms, cracks in the concrete appearing from no where, impact at it’s most unlimited scales.Â
Coming at no surprise, the punch forcibly draws up blood from Erebus’ mouth, it disturbingly appears in such a pool out of his mouth. One might think the Rogue has been shot in the mouth, or beat with a bat.—
With the mightiest Endurance he had to offer, Erebus quickly engages the critical hit. It still hasn’t taken him off his feet, a token to make recollection of when fighting the Summoner again. His endurance was otherworldly perhaps, and like a spider, he was already moving in the same time allotment she would be pulling her arm away from him.Â
His body was not a husk. As his own vision quickly came together amidst their parallel head movement.Â
“But I guess.. even if I can’t hit that.. I can certainly still dig out your heart.” He managed to mutter with his irises so hollow it was like the devil himself stood behind them, spirting the words out through blood. Val was likely able to hear the comment so close, Erebus wasn’t the type to really care, but he was running low on his exertion.Â
She was a vampire so he had to give her the win through cardio, but if he fought her again, she would deserve special treatment.
In simultaneous action rather— it started as nothing but a wrist grab, however closer inspection would reveal his deliberation. Locking his body to her, he quickly maneuvers to her back from under her arm, taking her back— Erebus closes any distance separating them, with his pelvis pressed against her and his arms quickly securing her under. His attempt was quite human, and in fact, was all human by design. He moved another hand to a point and gripped her into a dagestani handcuff, her legs would feel his sweep under her inner thighs as they dropped to the ground and the dagestani handcuff allowed Erebus to roll them both over to his bidding.Â
With both arms locked, and her body positioned over his aimedup at the sky, Erebus and Valeria would be at a stalemate for strength but Erebus has a hidden advantage.Â
He has enough arms to do more than she can, a spare hand quickly grabs her throat and chokes her, and her fourth and very last hand attempted to close the battle with malicious fashion.
Should Val have jerked around, squirmed. or gotten into an aggressive fit, under the strength of the Rogue man stretching ontop of himself, she’d find complete mobility at risk, this also kept her from any slamming she might try, or worse. He could always force her away and off of him, if he needed too. Erebus took this quest under the rule, the assumption rather, that he would not use his weapons to defeat his target. But he was hired off a third party here, simply make the match look crazy, and his ticket to the next stage was paid off.Â
Erebus took this seriously, having always dreamed of better.Â
He knew he’d have to work fast, and in his desperation as a War God— within the root of his inherited sadism, Erebus finds the gusto to use a last arm, hidden (concealed rather) to grasp the weapon at his waist. From this, his dagger is drawn and spins across his fingers in a quick, masterful way. Erebus instantly gets to it, slicing a gash that impales her deep at the stomach. Erebus slowly eased her against the ground off his lap, as the gash was no small rip against flesh—anyone else surely would’ve died, assuming this was all successful, a bell ring would be heard across the Coliseum. As the girl’s name would be announced winner and the immediate arrest of Erebus was about to start.Â
If he could, he’d have stayed to at least check on her condition. However, it was mental illness that got him here. So it was mental illness that made him run, and just like that Erebus prepares to take off. His contact is waiting outside of Town, so his role was of no importance here any longer.Â
Erebus wonders if he might meet her again, she was… Unique.
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