Post by White Mimic on Mar 7, 2012 1:01:09 GMT -5
((Sorry for taking so long, got finals coming up soon after a hectic series of working weeks. Post is a little short cause I got the vibe you had an idea with the gator so I didn't want to step on any toes.))
Grasping the muddy weapon firmly in his hands, Demetri exuded quite an effort to turn around, let alone stand up. He could feel the pain of each wound grow as mud and water filled each unnatural gap in his body, and it was a shameful effort to even prop himself up on the ground to face his opponent, the grip on the knife becoming ever tighter with the anticipation he had felt. Resigned to the tide of the battle, Demetri almost seemed to recline there on the ground, staring off into space in the ninja’s general direction. These were his last few moments of rest before it came time to follow through on his promise. Unfortunate that he had to deal with an opponent like this prior to the appointment.
“Blood is the weakness that flows within us all; our mortality given physical form. Yes. That makes perfect sense. If one never bleeds then they cannot be considered mortal.”
“…” He slowly looked up at the gloating individual, staring with a stone face not yet acknowledging defeat. The attention was only partial however, as all Demetri could focus on was the growing shape of the animal he had hoped not the fight. The beast was on a full silent rush towards them both, the hour now approaching the moment of his resolve. At the time he didn’t give it much thought, but after all was said and done, Demetri would come to terms with the course of nature. The fact of the matter was, he deserved to die for his actions against the gator, and so did the man in front of him for his overt bloodlust, a clear menace to the society under the World Government. Had he considered himself above the laws of nature, he would’ve allowed the gator to destroy the both of them, but that wasn’t a natural reaction.
“Thank you outlander…without you. I never would have become enlightened about the true meaning of life and death. Now I can kill you as you and your kind have so carelessly killed one another. An endless circle of violence, yes?"
“Only if you intend to die.” Demetri had already begun rushing to his feet to the best of his abilities in his state. The stress caused blood to ooze out of his wounds much faster than before but he needed to do this. Kicking off the ground as the ninja turned away, he reached his arm out to shove the man aside, out of harm’s way. He intended to save the man and allow the gator to swallow him where it would be easier to kill the bloody thing. One could ask why he would save the man he intended to apprehend, but the answer wouldn’t be so difficult to understand. While it was true that under any other circumstances, Demetri would’ve most likely tried to actively eliminate the opposition. However, he had promised to fight the gator and he intended to keep that promise. Dead men couldn’t keep promises and at the same time, it was no battle for unintended combatants. After shoving the man to the side, Demetri tucked in the air to hurdle into the gator’s gaping maw, the crystal blade still firm in his hand. It was like reliving the obstacle courses in basic training for the marines.
Sliding along the membrane of the bottom jaw by the shirt on his back, Demetri sped into the throat of the creature, ready to fight for his life as were the typical rules of engagement as per nature’s whim. If he were thankful for anything at this point in his life, it would’ve been for an alligator’s inability to chew, but the pain of his wounds combined with salivary fluid wasn't helping.
Grasping the muddy weapon firmly in his hands, Demetri exuded quite an effort to turn around, let alone stand up. He could feel the pain of each wound grow as mud and water filled each unnatural gap in his body, and it was a shameful effort to even prop himself up on the ground to face his opponent, the grip on the knife becoming ever tighter with the anticipation he had felt. Resigned to the tide of the battle, Demetri almost seemed to recline there on the ground, staring off into space in the ninja’s general direction. These were his last few moments of rest before it came time to follow through on his promise. Unfortunate that he had to deal with an opponent like this prior to the appointment.
“Blood is the weakness that flows within us all; our mortality given physical form. Yes. That makes perfect sense. If one never bleeds then they cannot be considered mortal.”
“…” He slowly looked up at the gloating individual, staring with a stone face not yet acknowledging defeat. The attention was only partial however, as all Demetri could focus on was the growing shape of the animal he had hoped not the fight. The beast was on a full silent rush towards them both, the hour now approaching the moment of his resolve. At the time he didn’t give it much thought, but after all was said and done, Demetri would come to terms with the course of nature. The fact of the matter was, he deserved to die for his actions against the gator, and so did the man in front of him for his overt bloodlust, a clear menace to the society under the World Government. Had he considered himself above the laws of nature, he would’ve allowed the gator to destroy the both of them, but that wasn’t a natural reaction.
“Thank you outlander…without you. I never would have become enlightened about the true meaning of life and death. Now I can kill you as you and your kind have so carelessly killed one another. An endless circle of violence, yes?"
“Only if you intend to die.” Demetri had already begun rushing to his feet to the best of his abilities in his state. The stress caused blood to ooze out of his wounds much faster than before but he needed to do this. Kicking off the ground as the ninja turned away, he reached his arm out to shove the man aside, out of harm’s way. He intended to save the man and allow the gator to swallow him where it would be easier to kill the bloody thing. One could ask why he would save the man he intended to apprehend, but the answer wouldn’t be so difficult to understand. While it was true that under any other circumstances, Demetri would’ve most likely tried to actively eliminate the opposition. However, he had promised to fight the gator and he intended to keep that promise. Dead men couldn’t keep promises and at the same time, it was no battle for unintended combatants. After shoving the man to the side, Demetri tucked in the air to hurdle into the gator’s gaping maw, the crystal blade still firm in his hand. It was like reliving the obstacle courses in basic training for the marines.
Sliding along the membrane of the bottom jaw by the shirt on his back, Demetri sped into the throat of the creature, ready to fight for his life as were the typical rules of engagement as per nature’s whim. If he were thankful for anything at this point in his life, it would’ve been for an alligator’s inability to chew, but the pain of his wounds combined with salivary fluid wasn't helping.