@Prometheus
((Lol, wheeee.))
Jazz stared at Prometheus in that moment as she and he met, even if it was just a brief second. She slightly cursed herself mentally when he tore away from her blade when she didn’t make a fatal blow. She managed to make her stumble into a graceful one where she stumbled, then spun on the ball of her toes, turning her back to him a fraction of a second, then her front faced him again, pointing her bladed weapon at him with a slight smile, almost there at a smirk.
The female hunter paused, staring at the wounds Prometheus had on him, all from her. Her golden eyes gleamed in the dark lighting of the alley. She had two options.. finish him, or have mercy and leave him be..
As the reploid spoke, Jazz’s attention was drawn away from where his wound was seeping blood, her own wound on her back still bleeding as well, not to mention the metal on her left arm was charred pretty bad, thankfully nothing seemed to have melted. The silver-haired reploid fell quiet at his question, staring, almost emotionlessly, at him. She paused in thought, wondering how to answer him.
She.. really couldn’t trust him.. could she?
She paused for another moment, and sighed, taking mercy on him.. even if he’s the one that attacked her. She was much too low on energy to defeat him.. but then again, Jazz had him right where she wanted him.. All she had to do was rush him and end it (theoretically).
Breathing a little heavily herself, as if her stamina had gotten low, Jazz shook her head gently. If she pushed herself any more, she might as well be comitting robot-suicide..
“Give up and let’s call this a draw. Neither of us are in peak battle form.. As much as it is my duty to end you right now.. I think it would be in our best interests to leave and get repaired..” she said, stowing away her hidden shotel back within her armguard, flincing a little as it snapped back into her left arm. Moving it kindof hurt.
Jazz held her beam sword in her right hand still, her chest heaving as she fought to breath past the screaming pain she felt in her back. Had he gone in a few inches deeper and more up on her upper back, he would have most likely severed a few of her cords and wires that operated her body.. and then she would have been dead.
Now her decision was.. would she walk away and trust him to not attack her behind her back.. or stay there at a stalemate and just stare at him?
The answer? She stood there and simply stared. She wouldn’t attack.. unless he attacked her again.
((OOC: Hardest. Decision. In my life. o3o ))
Prometheus stared at her blade pointed at him; that smirk on her face. Never in all his battles and time fighting had something like this happened. Completely unacceptable. It was enough to make him feel sick.
His hand was pressed hard against the new gash in his stomach. It hurt. It drove his mind to all kinds of crazy ideas. Things he knew he couldn’t do, but wanted to so badly. If only it were so easy to turn her blade back on her and stab it into her own stomach. If only he could just turn it…
No. This wasted time. He tried to find some kind of answer in her expression, what her plan was, but it wasn’t clear. As he became more pressed in his mind for an answer, she withdrew one of her blades.
What?
All kinds of confusion muddled his mind. Did she have a death wish?
“A draw?” he repeated in disbelief. His grip tightened on his scythe. At the same time, he felt a stronger rush of pain from his stomach. His focus was already out of the battle; everything was thrown off. It shouldn’t have hurt so much.
“I won’t agree…to be level with someone like you. I won’t take a draw!” He shouted over what was probably the noise of his own head. It was followed shortly by a groan as he pushed himself up against the wall. All the fights he’d been must’ve been wearing him down. He felt like he’d been stabbed and injured more recently than ever before.
“To even be reduced to this, by just an insect; an insect fighting dirty, no less, I won’t accept that,” he continued to speak between internally battling with his sense of pain to leave him alone for once. “I will find you and kill you; but not before making you suffer something far worse than this. This,” he stopped to expose his stomach wound to her, “This is nothing compared to what I’ll do. Don’t go thinking you have control here; enough to offer me a draw.”
He can’t seem to get himself to move much. The wounds are taking their toll; however he could defend himself. If she came after him again he’d be ready, but how much either of them could take, he had no idea.
((XD It was really that hard? Ahahaha.))
((Take two.. ububuu.. ;n; ))
Jazz fell quiet as she watched Prometheus lean against the wall, as if it were supporting his weight. She placed her beam saber into her hip compartment, not out of arrogance of a victory, but out of kindness and mercy for the severely wounded reploid.
As Prometheus insulted her and called her an insect, Jazz glanced to the death-threating reploid and straightened herself, despite how loudly her sensors were screaming at her because of the vast amounts of pain and repairs she needed now. The reploid in front of her reminded her of feral animals when they were injured and cornered.. not a good place to be.
Reaching again into her hip compartment, she withdrew out a little phial labeled E-Tank and glanced once again to Prometheus, her golden eyes glimmering, “Look.. to me it doesn’t matter if its a draw or not.. though if it pleases your ego.. let’s just say you won and I admit defeat.. But right now.. you’re injured.. badly. If you really want to kill me, then fine, so be it. But let’s kill each other when we’re in prime, top-notch condition, that way we’re fighting our best and for much longer.. That way when you do win, you can gloat and kick my scraps around for fun afterwards.”
Not like he’d win anyway.. but no need to let him know that, she thought to herself. There was no way she’d lose to a Maverick..
“Now.. do you want my E-Tank or not?” she said calmly, soothingly, not one bit irritated or angered, even her expression was soft and full of concern.
Any other day, Jazz would be rushing in to finish the reploid.. but since she knew that she, herself, was once a Maverick, she felt sortof.. awkward when fighting them now.
“We can call it truce for now, or at least for me to stop your bleeding..” Jazz said, in offer.
Yeah. She was a strange one. Defending herself against a crazy battle-maniac, then trying to save him. Even more strange that she was a Maverick Hunter and she was pretty much helping him (or offering anyway.)
Something of a snarl escaped his lips as she began put weapons away. He had been feeling cornered, but now it felt like a shot in his pride.
A hand extended, a familiar can. His eyes wildly glanced between her offering and her face.
Why? That expression. That face. She’s going to die. Just as soon as-
“I will kill you. I don’t need your…your whatever this is! Your pity! Get out of here! I’m just letting you live today!” he snapped at her. He could just feel his weakness getting to him. All these wounds. And to be reduced to this state, by such a reploid. A reploid showing him pity.
I don’t need help. I’m stronger than this! Stronger than you!
He fought with his body to move, but the best he could do was hold himself up against the wall. Just a moment, any moment he’d be able to spring back. That was his hope anyway.
Another groan gets away from him as he tried to move, still gripping his side. He glared at her for a moment; as if searching for something. His hand worked slowly, cautiously, to lean his scythe against his shoulder. Now free, the same hand crept over toward Jazz’s offered E-tank. Never once did his eyes leave their lock on her face. He was ready to be attack and defend himself. Somehow.
((Its okay, I lose posts too. ;w; Sorry I took so long.))
