The energetic Hijinx leapt down upon the head of the Fist Fighter and twisted his helmet lopsided so he couldn't see. After he had thrown a few mismatched punches in awkward directions she gave him a swift hit and bolted. Wren could only stand and watch this come to pass. His thoughts were elsewhere. This was his first true fight where his life was at stake and that was a numbing feeling. Sure he dispatched two or three Crimson Knights already, but the fact that he could die just hit home. What am I doing? There's no way... My friends. My life. It's all--"GONE!"
A surge of anger flew through Wren's body. He knew in the back of his mind that it was no one's fault. Or at least not the faults of anyone who stood here. But rage once unleashed can not be quelled until the thirst for 'justice' is quenched. "Ap Do!" A gold rune formed around the ankles of the Blademaster, and a blue light splashed upon his clothes, soothing and calm in contrast to the red hot fury that fueled the furnace of his emotions. The golden rune spun more swiftly until finally it broke, throwing myriad gold wisps of light unto the air around Wren. His heartbeat sped up and he could feel his limbs twitching with speed and acute alertness. Everything around him seemed to slow, when he knew that it was he who had quickened.
When Wren turned his focus to the Fist Fighter standing before him, the PC had turned his helmet to its proper position. Though he was still turned off to the general direction in which Hijinx had gone. He hadn't moved his attention back to the Blademaster whom he'd attacked those moments before. A single teardrop of blood rose from the depths of the enraged Blademaster and trailed down the side of his mouth. Turning his lips up into a smile, Wren licked the blood away. "Now..."
He unraveled the scarf from his shoulders and face, wrapping it around his left fist so he could block and attack at the same time without injuring his left hand or forearm. Wren's neck was a sight in itself. A void of black with twinkling starlight within flashing by in an instant. Puple data drifted through the void, as well, the corrupted data that was Wren's character. Even now such corruption was spreading through him, just as it had been for months, now. Ever since his fight with the Wavemaster.
"What are you!? All you hackers will die! I'll make sure of that!"
Wren's jade eyes sparkled with a menacing and sadistic delight that he hadn't felt before in his life. The soft, white wings that he bore on his back spread forth to either side of his body. Their massive wingspan shadowed the player himself as they flapped back and forth in a soft, fluid motion. The Fist Fighter was sick of waiting and he rushed forward to attack.
A quick jab with his left hand aimed for Wren's face was met by the pommel of Wren's sword with near-equal speed. Wren made a strike out at the player's ankles with his left foot which was effortlessly evaded with a hop. The Fighter backed away. He made a second charge at Wren, throwing a Right Hook followed by another jab with his left hand. Wren caught the jab with his padded left fist, and was nearly thrown off balance. The jab managed to clip his right cheek, sending Wren sprawling backwards.
The blademaster reeled back and got a firm grip on his sword, blood swelling up in the wound left on his face. Now it's my turn to strike. Wren ran forward with his sword straight out ready to lunge at the Fist Fighter. Quickly Wren skid to a halt and flapped his wings once, combined with a jump that rose from a crouched position. This single motion vaulted him into the air and he twisted his feet up over his head in a rising arc. Wren's feet came back around beneath him just in time for him to land. He came down behind the Fist Fighter and drove his sword towards the player's right shoulderblade. Though the Knight moved at the last moment and took a hard pierce to the shoulder. He doubled over and gripped his right shoulder with his left hand. Wasting no time, Wren lifted his sword up overhead, blade tilted back and away, and then he drove it down on the Knight's spine. The counterweight pounded into the Fighter's back and he nearly fell forward onto his stomach.
Though, Wren was careless. After his weapon struck its foe in the back, all his weight was leaning forward. The fighter, still leaning over, pushed off the ground and turned in the air, just a foot off the Root Town's floor. When he turned, his feet caught Wren's leg and pulled his support out from under him.
Wren ended up on the ground, as did the Fighter. But the Fighter was prepared for the landing and quickly leapt to his feet. Taking this time he cast Repth on himself and waited for the wound in his shoulder to heal. Wren had begun to stand. He was on his hands and knees, and his wings were draped over his body, hanging limp on the grass of Dun Loireag. Two fists intertwined wrought their fury upon his back. Driving down onto Wren's spine like a mallet. The Fist Fighter knocked Wren back to his stomach and then walked around behind him laughing.
"Pathetic. I thought a hacker would be more of a challenge... Honestly."
Wren's mind was spinning. So many feelings and emotions, so much pain. Anger, confusion, the pain. It wouldn't go away. He wanted to cast Repth, but his voice choked whenever his mouth opened. He fought to stand up as the Fist Fighter circled him like a vulture would do its prey. Every time Wren went to stand he got a swift kick from a greav-clad foot. After trying three times, the Knight kicked him so hard he thought his ribs would crack, and Wren was thrown onto his back, looking up at his opponent, and at the sky.
His chest was expanding and contracting slowly. Wren was battered, he had strength left in him, but he was afraid to use it. Afraid that he would be unable to stop even a single enemy. Paralyzed with fear. The greatest thing Wren feared was being unable. If he never went all-out, he would never know if he wasn't truly able of stopping something or not, so then he would never have to deal with the pain of being unable. So he laid there trying to recouperate.
Of course his foe wouldn't allow that. After a minute of watching Wren lay there, the Fist Fighter became impatient. "If you're unwilling to stand up, I'll end it for you now!"
Taking two steps over, the Fist Fighter leaned down to the feet of Wren, grabbing onto one of Wren's ankles. When he leaned back and pulled Wren up into the air by his ankle, the Fist fighter spun around several times, twirling Wren's body around like a rag doll. Finally he let go, and Wren was flung across the Root Town. He landed just feet from the edge of the island. Looking back across the Root Town, his sword lay far out of reach. Wren took this chance to cast Repth. His body was engulfed in a cool white light that poured across his body and mended his tattered body.
Now he stood, slowly. The Fist Fighter didn't bother to give chase. Not until he saw Wren cast Repth. Once Wren was on his feet, the Fist Fighter was almost within punching range. Wren opened his eyes to see this oncoming threat. Far behind his foe Wren saw the Prometheus lying in the grass. He had to get to the sword. Either that or fight with the Corpseblade. Though that was far inferior.
Not giving the Fist Fighter any chance to react, Wren rushed forward and threw his foot out into a ungainly kick. Luckily this connected and knocked the Fist Fighter off balance just long enough for Wren to get by. Though the Fist Fighter caught Wren's ankle as he passed. This knocked Wren down onto his stomach again. But he was within range of the sword. Gripping the hilt firmly in his right hand, Wren turned onto his back and swung the Prometheus up over his head in one powerful slash. The sword connected with the Fist Fighter's right arm, removing it from his Player's skin. Shuffling to his feet, Wren came to stand over the Fist Fighter.
"This is where it ends." Wren looked down at his defeated enemy with unremorseful eyes of rock-hard jade. Grabing the Prometheus by the pommel, Wren stabbed it down into the chest of the Fist Fighter, skewering him. Lifting the body of the PC up overhead, Wren slashed out at the expanse of clouds, throwing the player off the weapon.
The Fist Fighter flew off his sword and fell off the edge of the island, surely he'd restart his terminal and be alright, but Wren walked to the edge of the Root Town and looked over the edge, just to reassure himself.
After that was done, he turned around and unraveled the scarf from his left hand and wrapped it back 'round his shoulders, neck, and lower portion of his face as it had been before. The fringes of the scarf fluttered in the breeze behind him when he turned back to the others, some of whom were still fighting off the Red Guard.
I'm exhausted...
_________________  Wren | Blademaster | Lvl. 30 | Ap Raio | Ap Do | Ap Vakz | Ani Slash | Vak Slash | Miu Lei | GiVak Kruz | Rai Kruz | Rue Rom | Repth |
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