Hell Hath No Fury [Angel vs Jaguar] Day 3

[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

He wasn't her biggest or strongest cat. Lira had been the prime choice in both of those but she had been killed by Alfonso yesterday. Now, though, she was relying on Clyne to cut deep into the boy from Twelve. Angel had been on his own for some time, and while he had also fought a mutt before and done quite handily, that was against one of Amethysts crazy plants. Her jaguars, though, they had the real teeth.

Today was not a day to let them off easy.

Clyne
He had always been left to the worst territory. While he had been stronger than Tyne, he was never able to face down Lira. So he stalked the dusty, open, terrible area filled with termites and their stupid towers. There was enough food, barely, but he was always hungry.

There was no second thoughts when a lone tribute appeared. He was going to eat.

[Clyne launches himself at Angel]
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Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage + poisoned

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[arctic]

{ angel mo }

Angel once had a dream that Hellion never returned. She never came back, but his family never knew what happened to her. Not that she just died and never resurrected like a cat facing lives; she just never came back. Disappeared. Escaped the hovercraft, got captured by the Capitol for future use. The thing was; nobody cared about her disappearance. The only thing that was said when Carter was the only one to come home was "good grief." Good grief.

Good grief that she was gone? That she was free? That she didn't have to return? Nobody gave a second glance to the cat on her ninth life; they gave their attention to the puppy in his first. The wolf pack doesn't care for the ill; the wolf pack circles the infant. He was the infant. Angel was the small little puppy and Hellion was the cat on her ninth life, the dog drained of life, the scrap of the pack that would have no change if the trail end just disappeared one day.

In that dream, the wolf disappeared. Nobody noticed besides the young pup; because he didn't understand that death was the end. That the weak get abandoned and the new are the life of the future. That's the dynamic he and his sister had as children too; nobody cared when she was reaped, nobody cared when she came back. They moved along. The difference was that the puppy never saw the elder, and the elder never knew the puppy. Angel never knew his Elder, and Hellion never knew her puppy. Not exactly a puppy in terms of relations, but, the symbol was there in his dream.

If he never returned, they would sob. The pain would be there. Without heaven, they only had hell. Without hell, there was no heaven. Why would they cry for hell?

They wouldn't.

So, despite the loneliness he felt during the second night, he did not cry. Because Heaven doesn't cry for Hell. God, he wish he could.

Morning came as usual, he was found in a forest of bugs and trees. Basically what he was at during the first day, just more bugs. Walls of them. Reaching the heights of the dome and touching the cracks of the earth. It was magnificent yet horrifying. Creepy. Almost like the homes that are stored away in District 12. Luckily, he and his family never faced it, but if these bugs ever touched District 12, they'd have a feast.

He decided to take a walk. It reminded him of home; the shacks and sheds and straight dirt on the ground. Nothing pretty about it. There was nothing pretty about the jaguar that came and cut his forehead either.

Fuck.

Well, at least he wasn't the one to attack first this time. Maybe he was the orphaned elder this time. He strayed from the pack - the 23 others - and now he's left for dead. The least he could do was fight until he was in fact dead.

So he would.

[attacks clyne (jaguar), sword]
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[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

While the cat didn't immediately take the boy down as the female had done to Absalom, he still sliced a bloody line across Angel's forehead. It was a start, and already about as much as the other male cat had done. The return swipe of the boy's weapon caught the feline on the shoulder, leaving a red welt that didn't even slow the beast down. This would be interesting to watch, and hopefully this cat would do some real damage before being killed. Amethyst's plant couldn't compare to a pissed off animal.

Clyne
His claws opened a wound on the boy's forehead. Not very deep, but still bloody. The scent of it filled the air and his nose twitched. It definitely wasn't the most pleasant of smells but prey was prey and so he would do his best to take him down. The cut to his shoulder was light enough that he almost didn't notice it, and so he swung a massive paw at the boy without so much as a flinch.

[Clyne slashes at Angel]
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Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage

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[arctic]

{ angel mo }

All that the big cat did was swipe right back at Angel. It wasn't shocking that the mutt barely felt anything touch their skin; Angel wouldn't notice it either if it wasn't for the fact it was damn forehead that was starting to lightly trickle with blood. He wouldn't be able to ignore the sudden layer of liquid on his forehead that weighted the sweat down even more. This cat came to fight. It ended up swiping a mark onto his chest, which weirdly didn't feel as much pain as he thought it would. It was his chest. The cage of his heart. Right? The chest covered the heart. That's what Angel remembered.

Luckily he was no doctor. Mostly because he had no clue where the heart actually was and he wasn't going to waste his time by placing a hand on it. That'd look stupid. Another lucky reason why is because Doctors are supposed to help people live. Angel was out here to eventually kill someone at some point. Not be killed.

Maybe he was a doctor. The doctor of death.

His second patient would be this goddamn jaguar.

[attacks clyne (jaguar), sword]
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[result]

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[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

She was hardly paying attention to this fight anymore, somewhat more focused on others that were occurring. The cat was mostly able to be left on its own and since it was a straight one-on-one fight there wasn't much chance for distraction. Perhaps when blood was actually flying or limbs were dropping she might return her gaze to the monitor showing the boy and the cat, but for now she was content to look elsewhere.

Clyne
It wasn't enough, these small slashes. Trading relatively gentle blows would result in a conflict that neither of them could maintain for too long. He knew he would have to get the upper hand soon. His weight should give him an edge but he wasn't moving fast enough. This boy was still too strong to simply overthrow, he would have to weaken him first. Snarling, he tried to open a real wound.

[Clyne slashes at Angel]
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Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage

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[arctic]

{ angel mo }

This fight was about as boring as the one he had with a plant. A plant provided the same entertainment, maybe even more, than a cat. At least bigger hits were landing on both sides in that. He was landing deep wounds and he was getting the deep wounds in return. In this fight, it was Angel giving a swipe, the cat giving a swipe. It was like a dance. Both of their bodies wanted to test the limits of each other to see how long it'd take before it got desperate. IF they kept at this rate, they'd be fighting like tooth and nail by the end of it. They'd be on the edge of death and it'd only take one last hard blow from one of them. Hopefully it doesn't get to that, though.

Yesterday was a fraud. Why would they throw him against a damn plant to follow it with a cat? It was a trick. A dirty, cruel trick. Something to make him feel comfortable in his skills. They'll then throw him on a cat today. Would that mean he'd fight a real person tomorrow? God, he hoped not. God didn't exist in this place, so he wouldn't be surprised. But Angel didn't want to kill a human being yet; they don't deserve it. That's not what Angel should be focused on right now. Get it together. Angel wouldn't see what came tomorrow if he wasn't alive tomorrow, so he had to keep fighting. The prey swiped, the predator attacked.

Angel wasn't quite sure who was which.

[attacks clyne (jaguar), sword]
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[result]

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[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

Despite insisting that there was nothing interesting happening in this fight, she couldn't quite keep her eyes away. Thus, when a moment of lapse from Angel happened and the cat was able to knock his weapon away, she saw it. Sitting up a little straighter, she turned all of her focus to the fight. Could this be a turning point for the cat? She wasn't sure if she wanted this feline to kill as easily as the female had last day, but a good swipe might be in order. They couldn't have tributes getting off easy. Either they would suffer at the claws of mutts, or more drastic measures would have to be employed to bring them together.

Clyne
They continued to match each other strike for strike. Neither hitting very hard but still enough to draw blood. Until the boy swung and he batted the weapon away with a paw. Pressing this momentary advantage, he kept his momentum going and lunged forward with teeth bared. He wanted to plunge his fangs into this boy's jugular.

[Clyne slashes at Angel]
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Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage

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[arctic]

{ angel mo }

The big jaguar batted his sword away like a toddler refusing its' food and seemed to take the opportunity to try and land a big hit on Angel. Once again, nothing much. Boring.

Angel wondered if the mutts that they faced in the Games had emotions. Were they full of dynamics, fortes and pianos; able to cause people to cry if they added a harp under it? Or were the mutts always just creatures of destruction? Did the jaguar feel pain; did it register pain/ Angel certainly didn't feel much pain at this point, the adrenaline in his veins seemed to overpower all of his open wounds. It was hard to tell, because Angel certainly couldn't speak Jaguar. He wasn't going to try and speak to it, he'd look more insane than he did before.

Or was it just a really, really good robot? That must be it. The Capitol wasn't able to produce love. It can't produce love or harmony or hope or happiness; District 12 was the result of it. The districts were a result of it. This, Angel fighting a cat, 20 other tributes fighting for their life. The capitol was able to produce war. Pain. It was able to produce creations of destruction.

It was able to produce the deathbed that his sister laid on. It caused the deathbed.

He would not let himself fall the same fate, because destruction does not feel emotion.
[attacks clyne (jaguar), sword]
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[result]

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[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

She let out a groan as nothing seemed to have changed. Despite Angel's slip up, the cat was too incompetent to take true advantage of the situation. Now they were back to merely slapping at each other with claws and machete, leaving only small cuts in their wake. This fight needed to liven up some or she might just have to turn it off to save herself the boredom.

Clyne
He was getting frustrated now. This boy wouldn't sit still long enough for him to really sink claws or teeth deep into flesh. He was getting slashed at and his pelt stung in a few places. The boy was not getting the upperhand, but neither was he. Something had to shift here, and he would have to make it do so.

[Clyne slashes at Angel]
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Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage

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[arctic]

{ angel mo }

It was a game. A stupid game. Neither Angel or the cat could get their weapons (his machete, their paw) into the other deep enough to make a single worthwhile hit. They were just poking each other. Like they were fencing. A shitty game of fencing where one of them has to die, because neither of them has the skill to end it right then and there. Angel gave a thought to the idea that it was a robot. Does that mean it makes no sound? Angel hasn't heard a single thing come out from the cat yet. He didn't exactly care; just the pure absolute silence that filled the air other than the buzz of termites was something he didn't expect. His head cleared up for a second and it heard the calm. It was calm. Why was it calm?

Oh, right, because these two can't fight for shit.

[attacks clyne (jaguar), sword]
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[result]

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[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

She had hoped for more from the cat, in all honesty. She stroked Isadora, sighing to herself as she watched. Her own feline companion could do as good of a job in this fight as this jaguar was, despite having no poison and much smaller claws. Still, something refused to let her look away even when she desperately wanted some greater form of entertainment. On her other monitor she watched as her other set of mutts took on the trio of tributes with a little more effect - if only the slightest amount.

This might end up being a long day.

Clyne
Nothing was changing. They kept attacking one another but neither of them faltered enough for the other to land a solid blow. This exchange of weak attacks was draining but in an equal measure on both of them. They would continue this fight until one of them simply gave out before the other. Growling low, he slashed forward with a large paw, hoping to gouge deep furrows in the boy's flesh this time.

[Clyne slashes at Angel]
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Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage

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[arctic]

{ angel mo }

That's what did it.

FUCK.

The cat somehow got its hand around his head and got him. Got him good. He felt dizzy- shaken, stirred, he now became the predator to the prey. The fight didn't feel real, didn't feel like something he'd have to worry about until now. The open wound on his head felt real. It was real. The blood pouring out was real. Death was real. And it hurt like a son of a bitch. The jaguar must have been hiding this deep within them; in their bones and behind their lurking eyes. It was waiting for him to get comfortable to then strike.

Death was real, and death was coming to him.

It was something he didn't expect. Nobody probably expected it; the soft blows turned into a hard one, and the hard one brought the fall. Angel Mo did not have a single thought of survival by now. He was dead. Dizzy. His mind was shaking and his heart was beating. His adrenaline worked hand in hand with the blood that was pouring out of him.

"Son of a bitch."

He was truly going to die. Not the Hellion way; the way that she gets stabbed in the eye and comes back with an eyepatch. He'll come back with a box and a grave. Nothing else for the boy from twelve, and that's what he should've expected. Because he was in hell. Hell does not have heaven. Heaven doesn't have sin; fighting, war. Hell had that. He was in hell, Hellion lived in Hell.

His brain could only think in short blobs now, it was in overdrive panicking about the situation at hand.

Hellion survived Hell,
Angel died in Hell.

One of the seven layers of hell is greed. He was greed. He was greedy for volunteering and thinking it'd make it all better. It wouldn't. It never would. Greed is for the devil and he was no devil. Hell wins in the battle of Good vs Evil, because Good never lives.

If good lived, why did the Games?

[attacks clyne (jaguar), sword]
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[result]

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[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

Suddenly everything started to shift. It was only minor, a tiny off-balance that left the cat more lithe than Angel, but then the first hard blow was struck by the cat. The large claws tore into the back of the boy's head and sent him reeling. He kept his feet and weapon, though, but wasn't able to recover enough to reply in kind. Still, he landed another wound on the cat's stomach. This fight might just go from drawn out and boring to being a photo finish.

Clyne
The human's hair was caught in his claws, but so was a chunk of his flesh. His paw was red from the blood and he yowled his triumph. The tide was shifting in his favour. Maybe he would be able to eat after all. Savagely, he threw himself once more at his prey.

[Clyne slashes at Angel]
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Deep Gash on Stomach -- 9.0 damage

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[arctic]

{ angel mo }

There was no way in hell he was living. No way in this condition, no way in this fight. If he lived, he would die overnight. He had no chance. None. Zip. Before the cat threw itself at him again, the cat let out a yowl. Similar to how a wolf howls at the moon at night; but this wolf was not howling for it's pack. It was howling for the kill. Telling the world that Angel was their next meal, and at this point it felt more worth it giving up. The cat barely even looked scratched in comparison to Angel; bleeding and only a splinter away from death. The chance between safety and death was in a second, and it goes to show, life is short. Chances are short. The relationship between time and death is something people never expect, and Angel never expected to die in hell.

There was a chance, but a small one. He had no reason to give much thought, he was tired. He was slow. His mind worked at the speed of .5 of what it felt regularly, it almost felt like his body was begging to just please end it all, because there was no option for Angel. If he lived today, he died tomorrow. There was no recovery from today. Not alone. Angel had no reason to keep fighting, but for some reason, the devil never let him stop. His mind was cogged to keep fighting because Angel's never give up to sin.

This one did the moment he volunteered.

"You asked for it, dumbass."

Hellion's voice was the only thing that remained in his head in his last moments, because Hellion's voice never did in his early ones. It didn't hurt that he was giving up mom or dad; it didn't hurt that the people he always worked for back at home wouldn't have his set of hands to help or his willingness to go grab stuff from the market.

It didn't hurt that he couldn't help anymore.

It hurt that he never knew his sister, and all his sister will ever know him as is dead.

[attacks clyne (jaguar), sword]
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[result]

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[Kire]

Valentine Seuss

Or perhaps this fight would end more swiftly than she realized. Another fierce slash by the cat had opened Angel's stomach like a pinata, only it spilled blood instead of candy. Same thing for the cat, she supposed. At this point, it looked very bleak for the boy from Twelve. A miracle, a burst of energy, a fluke, they might all save him now but he was best to pray to whatever entity he revered because things were not in his favour.

His weak slash was not it.

Leaning close to the screen, she waved a hand to one of the assistants to signal to get the retrieval system ready. The end was near, it was only a matter of whether they would be gathering the remains of a boy or a cat.

Clyne
Strike for strike, like for like. A wound to the head for a wound to the head, now a gash in the stomach for a gash in the stomach. For each attack this boy made, he made the same one - only stronger. His paws were both stained red with more blood marking the ground around them. It was starting to gather in larger spots, a sign that he was finally gaining a real advantage. The boy was struggling, even more now that before. The blow that struck him on the leg was not enough to send him reeling and so he closed in, determined to finish this.

[Clyne slashes at Angel]
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Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage

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