sckrp - when titans clash } { chautin & luce

[Avalon]

C H A U T I N

"there exists a tipping point
between gods and monsters."

My feet hit the cold, hard ground and it's almost immediately that the adrenaline courses throughout my body. Racing along side the nerves as goosebumps protrude from my surface, and the reason wasn't fear. For there is nothing to fear in the eyes of a deep, black abyss that sucks the world it takes in. Bit by bit. Piece by piece. Until nothing remained, but the figure of a girl who had been hollowed out until nothing remained inside of her.


A puppet to the demons that haunt the body of a dead girl walking along the Earth, residing among the living. Strings sewn tightly through the newly fresh cuts that mark her skin, however blood doesn't run, and the old adrenaline doesn't kick in at its sight. For a hollowed out girl only bleeds truth and secrets, while the rest of her decays into nothing more.


Bandages kiss knuckles that hold traces of victory and defeat, covering the surface in delicate and gentle scars. Fading away into the true complexion of unscathed skin, the scars are the only thing that remain true, keeping the light and reassurance of how far I've come, despite how much I've been through. The bandages are wrapped tightly around my bare hands, covering the scars that were left behind, until nothing more shows but an off white that laces over and over itself.


Two steps mark are marked by two more that are not mine. They follow in front, and my eyes trail up to the figure of a boy whose face is familiar in all the wrong ways. A Supreme was the highest title earned here, in Fight Club, won by very few, those who fought with the strongest might over the rest. The ones who were able to remain conscious as the others fell in their own pools of crimson hot blood, mixed with sweat and tears.

"Luce."

My voice is sharp and cold, and although I've never once had the opportunity to face him one on one before, I know he's a worthy competitor. Two Supreme's coming face to face in round one was a rare occasion, but may the best of us win.

"Good luck.

One of us will need it."

A smirk forms across my lips, slithering onto my face as my stance forms up and with a one- two- a swing of my fist makes it way right to his face, in hopes that it makes its mark and the blood begins to spill.

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[3 damage]

[Chautin's Damage: 0/20]

This is what happens when titan's clash.

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