Log; complete

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

When; Friday evening
Rating; R for violence and uh...violence.
Characters; Shira makinhoscroak and Tony Foster darkest0knight
Summary; Tony ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, Shira works out some aggression.
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[He was only here to check the wards on the tree he was currently using as a healing replacement. Three minutes in the forest, tops, and then he could go home and pester Lee into making him waffles.]

Ow. Dammit.

[And then these scratching branches could fuck off. Tony hated the forest.]

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[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[A quick shift and the sore but whole (as whole as he can be) Shira cuts into a leaf. It's boring really. Really really boring. Till he hears a sound and moves closer to investigate. His white hair and dark robes don't make for good concealment, but he is uncaring today. He watches.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[It only takes a minute to pick out his tree from the rest, and his eyes go to that first. The wards glow red around it and underneath there's a shimmer of connection that he can feel if he focuses and reaches for it. He sighs and smiles a little.]

Still good.

[Which means he can get the hell out of this place, right? Right.]

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

Good for what.

[He asks while leaning up against another tree, arms crossed, but his large sleeves conceal the bone underneath.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Whirls.]

Holy shit don't do...that.

[Tony's eyes narrow and he takes a step back.]

You're...

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

You gotta pay attention, boy.

[He just smiles a lazy smile.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Don't call me boy.

[The snappish retort is automatic; he can't help it.]

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

Never did getcher name, boy.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

And you won't now, asshole.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

Guess I'll keep callin' you boy, then.

[He laughs.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Tony's hands fold into fists, but he shrugs and turns on his heel.]

I don't give a fuck what you do. I'm leaving.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

I bet you do, but you probably ain't ever had a customer like me.

[Shira says with a self-satisfied rub to his stubbled chin.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Freezes and glares over his shoulder.]

I wouldn't want to. And you couldn't afford it.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

That's good, cause I don't pay.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

And I only fuck who I want to fuck.

[Shoulders hunched.]

So fuck. Off.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[Pushing off the tree.]

You sure about that? I mean look atcha, yer like the little white devil the fuckin' heathens send out, all sin in yer ass.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Sounding annoyed now.]

Heathens? What, are you related to the crazy nuns now?

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[Actually thrown for a loop for a moment.]

The who?

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes.]

Nevermind. Go back to your frolicking in the woods.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah, run off to your nine o'clock, boy.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Twitches.]

Didn't I tell you to shut up? I'm pretty sure I did.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

I don't take orders from you, really.

[He grins at Tony.]

I mean, boy.

[Shira laughs raucously like it's the funniest thing in the world.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Okay. See that leaf, right by your head Shira? Yeah? Pointing finger and and little focus and it goes up in flames.]

Laugh it up, asshole. Next could be your face.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[When the leaf by his face turns to ash, Shira's already making his move, sword with its serrated edge drawn as he lunges for Tony, eager to put the tip of his blade into his side. His other arm is still hidden, but in the flourish maybe one might catch a glimpse of sharpened bone.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Hwuh!

[And taken by surprise means the blade bites into the soft skin above his hip before he manages to roll away. There's a tear in his sweater, and the wound is clearly visible for about two seconds before it heals. Tony claps a hand to his side anyway as he scrambles to get to his feet again.]

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[Not so fast! He arches over in an attempt to cut Tony at the ankle with his sword, to make running harder. Simultaneously that bone hand comes crashing down to pin him to the forest floor. 'Pin' is far too kind of a word though, the proper word is stab.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that slice to the achilles tendon? Really really hurts. Tony would like to scream but something's slamming him into the ground and he can't catch his breath. He lies still and waits for the tree to absorb his injury so he can move again.]

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[Shira doesn't waste time climbing on top of him, keeping that boney arm stuck where it is.]

Don't feed me that crap, boy. I know yer type, you don't get hard till yer fightin' for it. It's a waste a'my fuckin' time with trash like you, takin' all the fun out by bein' some kinda masochist shit.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[All of a sudden it doesn't really matter if his ankle's not healed yet because he needs to get Shira the fuck off him now. He bucks and twists and oh god that hurts.]

NO.

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[He falls silent for a moment while Tony struggles. Shira is heavier and he's already straddling. Hm. He plainly considers Tony, then twists his bone arm.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[He screams at that, the arm that doesn't feel like it's being ripped off at the shoulder moves up to scrabble frantically at the bone arm, at Shira's face, his chest, anything he can reach. Tony's face is wet now, and he heaves in his throat like he might be sick from the pain.]

You...you fuck...

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[Shira sounds a gentle 'tsk tsk' from those searching fingers, letting them close around his sword instead. Ah hell, maybe Foster looks better while he's bleeding. He pulls his bone arm out so the wound can gape, whether it heals or not.]

Next one's goin' in yer ass.

[He hisses pleasantly before hopping off the wizard.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[He chokes on another scream when the arm withdraws, curling instinctively on his side. He's got maybe a few seconds before the next barrage comes and he can hardly see through the blur of tears and the black spots in his vision and it doesn't matter because he has to make a move now.]

Shit.

[He groans as he tilts up enough to raise his left hand, focusing all the energy he has left to the rune on the palm.]

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

[He's got his sword on his shoulder, blood dripping off his bone arm, and Shira merely tilts his head with interest as Tony calls the energy to his palm. Oh yes, Shira thinks he can dodge this one. In the meantime, it's watching him struggle that entertains him.]

Aw that's enough a'that.

[Shira bends down, sword at the ready to saw at Tony's runed palm.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[Over Shira's shoulder, Tony's tree is splintering and wilting. He squeezes his eyes shut as the man bends down again and pushes the energy out with all his strength. There's a sizzle that might be the rune on his hand burning into his flesh like it did the first time, and then a roaring as he sends it up and into Shira's chest.]

[makinhoscroak.livejournal.com]

Ngaaaahhhh!

[Shira growls, recognizing the difference between fun and danger. Unfortunately the energy hits him before his sword's teeth can hit Tony. In an instance there was a man, and now no more.]

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

[But there was a bunch of blood and goo that was once a man, and it's covering Tony, and the forest floor, and the sword which Tony bats away from him before curling over to puke. And swear. And pass out for a while.]