{sckrp} have I bloodied your nose?[Chautin vs Sloan]

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

I've been a fool, and I've been blind, but I will no longer stay confined. I had felt myself wonder to the arena yet again, to finish what I had started. But I only see the face that I had been waiting for. This was the victor of every spoil. She had won this once before, as well as I. Oh how much fun this would be. I watch as her wavy hair falls from her shoulders. Her pristine jaw, and radiant eyes, flicker throughout the room. If we weren't about to rip each other to pieces, I may have invited her to a place more...private. I give the girl a cheeky smile, being sure she can notice my wondering eyes, how they scale up and down her curvy body. 

"Aren't you a bit too pretty to be wondering around down here?" I say biting my lower lip in lust for what may be in store. I continue to watch her appealing movements, my mouth practically watering at the thoughts of what I so badly wanted to do. I pull my radiant hair into yet another sloppy pony, and remove my over coat. Revealing the tank-top we were required to wear. Though I had made a few changes to mine. I had cut it shorter, much shorter, in my opinion it didn't show enough skin. "Don't worry darling, I don't play with my food too much." I taunt her.

I feel my tongue rub along my upper lip, as I watch her step even closer. I watch the sways of her hips, and the bounce of her breasts. I give her one last glance before readying my fists, and circling the arena. And like the sound of a bell, the sound of skin on skin has clarified this fights start.  So the fist flies.

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{Sloan attacks Chautin}
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[Sloan's damage 0/20]

Avalon1-4

[Avalon]

C H A U T I N

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

A single two- three- and the boy finds himself crashing onto the floor, face covered in the blood that seeps from his nose. Bandages that wrapped gently around my knuckles had shifted from the off white, to scarlet drops of blood along the tightened and loosened ends. A fight left unscathed was always not only a blessing, but a rare sight to lay eyes upon.


Time was relatively nothing to waste, with only a five minute break in between the rounds, the pairs kept coming and going. Brackets filling and eliminating, but not on their own, each one that left signified just one person who couldn't withstand the lose of blood. Blood that was taken by those who lusted for it the most, and to say that none of us wanted, desired, to harm each other was a telltale. That was proven wrong ever since one would step their precious foot into the arena.


A monarch slave to chaos that was brought within these walls, I wrap new bandages around my clean knuckles. Washing the old ones away with the blood that spotted along the bandage, I was prepared for not an easy outcome of this next fight. Not as easy as the last, however my name was made for the brackets, printed and etched into stone, I was virtually born for this.


Tucking the loose end underneath the layers my eyes shift from my knuckles to the girl who stands ahead of me. Her hair faded from blonde to a lavender, that cascaded down her shoulders and to her lower back. Her build visually wasn't as solid as mine, however I was never one to judge the cover of a book. For even the tiniest people can pack a mean punch. And even the smallest lions hold the loudest roar.

"Aren't you a bit too pretty to be wandering around down here?"

"Oh, I don't know-"

My shift back from the girls bodaciously banging body, and back to my knuckles, fixing bandage as it falls apart. Looking back over to her breasts then to her face, after a slight hesitation, I part my lips.

"I guess we'll see about that."

"Don't worry darling, I don't play with my food too much."

"That's too bad.

I'd always prefer to be played with before eaten."

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[3 damage]

[Chautin's Damage: 4/20]

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

She was my kind of tiger. I watch as her painfully sexy body circled around me. I watch her waste twist and turn. How badly I wanted to test her...flexibility. I shake out my fist, realizing that my former attack had been a bit nail biting. I know she had felt the bite. I look at her lips, watching them curve into a set of words. "That's too bad. I'd always prefer to be played with before eaten." I cant help but feel my cheeks flush, my eyes widen. But only for a second. The hormones I felt at this very moment were enraging. 

I look at her precious face and lift my eyebrows, maintaining my composure. Though it felt as if my skin had just been thrown through a shower of poison ivy. I wanted so badly to caress her succulent body. I feel her fist slap against my skin, but nothing could take my mind off of those words. I pull my index finger to my mouth, biting it ever so lightly. "Well, its too bad that bad girls don't get to be  played with, only sit in the corner." I say, through smiling clutched teeth. I quickly ready my next move, wanting so vigorously to taste her lips. 

{Sloan attacks Chautin}
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[Sloan's damage 3/20]

1-4

[Avalon]

C H A U T I N

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

The girls hits were nothing more than mere lashings that only broke skin by a slit. It was nothing compared to the fights I've endeavored in the past, win or loss and I was either eliminated to ranked higher in the brackets. The girl, Sloan, was one of my kind. Very few in numbers, some repeated, those who have won the night against the rest, shattering every opponent of theirs into nothing more than a limp body on the cold, hard ground.


My eyes gaze over her flushed red face, words taken in and swallowed whole. In response she has come up with nothing to say, for it is clear in her face. However, in fights like these it's the reaction behind the punch that determines a win or loss, not the words that could be thrown like daggers from each other.

"Well,
it's too bad
that bad girls don't get to be played with,
only sit in the corner."

"Oh what a shame.

Maybe you'll have to show me a lesson-

But that can wait until after, sweetheart."

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[3 damage]

[Chautin's Damage: 5/20]

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

Her peachy lips maintain a perfect smile, as if toying with me was something that took little effort. I was supposed to be the one in power, I was meant to make a fool of her, but she had turned the tables. My cheeks were vibrant red, and my face uneasy. She had broken my walls, I was exposed, brought to shame by this sexy mistress. She had broken me down with a few simple words, and I wanted her so badly. Everything about her was inviting, her smell, her face, her voice.

She had made me feel defenseless. 

{Sloan attacks Chautin}
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[Sloan's damage 6/20]

1-4

[Avalon]

C H A U T I N

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

Cheeks flushed a bright red and the girl looked as though she'd just been tipping at her breaking point. It was almost like those carnival games that come into the District once a year, where a player would talk a hammer and try to hit the bar hard enough to ding the bell. Punch after punch, word after word, I was barely even spewing word play and Sloan's bell was already almost radiating noise from it. This was an effortless deal and I know better than to let her sensual efforts to pierce me, bringing me down in this fight.


Swinging my fist towards the girls face, my once solid white bandage now dots with blood. My knuckles aimed right for her lips, ready to break skin like they were meant to. And I know, that this fight will be but another walk in the park.

"Sweetheart,

You can kiss the ring

But you can never touch the crown."

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[3 damage]

[Chautin's Damage: 6/20]

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

Her knuckle connects with my lower lip, and almost instantly I feel the warm scarlet liquid drip down my chin. The metallic taste sifting under my gums. I look to the girl, astonished that she was capable of landing such forceful hits. I was getting my ass handed to me, and I knew that. I wipe my chin with my bare arm, only making a bigger mess of the blood. My bottom teeth now tainted a shimmering pink. I clutch my jaw, being sure that nothing was broken, I was so distracted, she had successfully played me, and it would cost me this fight. 

"Sweetheart,

You can kiss the ring

But you can never touch the crown."

She spits these words form her mouth, and I cant help but feel salted tears stream from the beds of my eyes. I can hardly see, fogging my vision. She knew what she was doing, and I was a complete idiot for falling for it. I should have known something as beautiful as her could never actually feel that way toward me, I was only daydreaming. Allowing another fantasy to enter my life, only to have it come crashing down...I was never good enough. 

{Sloan attacks Chautin}
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[Sloan's damage 9/20]

1-4

[Avalon]

C H A U T I N

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

I can feel my knuckles crack against the chiseled features of Sloan's bone. Blood is ripped and stolen from where it once laid, leaving only a fresh wound that would scar over in due time. A mouth full of blood, the girls gums split open as an effortless punch was dealt in her face, and it goes to wonder how she even made it as a Supreme anyway. However, clearly it isn't a title to hand out like baked goods, Sloan was holding back more than she could throw. And perhaps she hadn't realized it yet.


Salted tears rip from her eyes grasp, burning deep into her flesh as they roll down her cheeks. The apples of her once pristine face flush red, as though she'd been baking in the sun. Whether it was through pain, or a natural reaction, it showed weakness. Something that was to be hidden deep beneath, for embarrassment is all you'll bring to yourself in a place like this. And for that, I don't feel pity for her. Her swing reflects just as much as her will power, throwing a fist in my direction she only catches me in the jaw. A shrug off the shoulder and it hadn't done much.

"We can stop whenever you'd like-

Princess."

A growl followed by a smirk, and then finally a fist thrown in her direction.

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[4 damage]

[Chautin's Damage: 8/20]

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

LMAO accidentally deleted this whole post but the roll so filler i guess XD

{Sloan attacks Chautin}
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[Sloan's damage 13/20]

1-4

[Avalon]

C H A U T I N

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

Anger boiled beneath the surface, and Sloan looked like she was ready to break more than what she'd shown. And perhaps she hadn't been angry, but there is a damn clear indication that happiness and content were in her grasp. Blood dripped from nose to hand, profusely rushing out of her nose and mouth and satisfaction is the only thing that I could feel. Hand to shirt and the blood marked a streak in place of its off white complexion.


As her levels only rose, her punches did as well. Socked to the bone, my cheek felt pain spread through it like a rapid fire. Pulsing to my brain, sore nerves were tender to the touch. Normally people would have different reactions to pain, a fight or flight situation, distancing themselves from it immediately. However, pain is something I welcomed, embraced. And it was clear that that is what draws the line between me and Sloan. For pain is like a second nature to me, the first being victory.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?

Nothing to say?"

Words weren't going to win this battle for her, and I knew that very clear. But where's the fun in a knife fight when one person only brings it?

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[2 damage]

[Chautin's Damage: 11/20]

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

She continues to speak, spitting hateful words at me only to make me break. But I knew that my silence was getting to her, for her attacks had become much more weak. Maybe silence could win this one, though I wasn't sure how much more I could endure. I had lost a lot of blood, and there was only more to give. My rivers would run dry, because I don't give up. 

"You know for such a pretty mouth, you sure move it too much." I say smiling through blood covered teeth. I knew silence would have been the smarter tactic, but I was too far gone, no regret. I couldn't wait to feel the toxic juice rush down my throat causing my split gums to burn, tonight I would forget, just as I have so many nights before.

{Sloan attacks Chautin}
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[Sloan's damage 15/20]

1-4

[Avalon]

C H A U T I N

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

Spitting and sputtering on blood that ran like rivers in streams for her face. Covering her softly defined edges in hues of red, varying in color. Her mouth, that was once pleasing to look at, only grew grotesque. Her shimmering pearls that once gleamed in the dimmed lights now only coax my lust for the loss of blood to knock her out. A pretty doll she was, however now is not the time for distraction of beauty that is insufficient to my victory. Scoring her in the night as different than scoring her here, because only one would keep my name etched into the leader board. Where it belongs.


Between the wrapped fists and pulsating nerves that throb around my face. My eyes scan over my knuckles that now tint white from the grip. The bandage peeling off, I tear it away before chucking it towards the floor, for it'd only become a bother in the short while that this would remain. Attention flashing back to the twisted, bloody smile, Sloan parts her once perfect lips, now covered in smudged streams of blood that make it sore to the eyes.

"You know for such a pretty mouth,
you sure move it too much."

"Sorry.

Why don't you stop it for me?"

A wink ends the words in place for more that weren't necessary. A fist follows the wink in her direction, aiming to end this for good.

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[4 damage]

[Chautin's Damage: 13/20]

1-4