The Dead Forest (Increased Orc activity due to skirmish)

[Uberwulf X]

Though the first lines were canceled, Lazenca's returning to slash would replace them. FotAW was threefold in attack-- one could be slashed by his physical claws if close enough, the white lines could connect for additional damage. if the person was... well, that was for later discovery.

Lazenca, in Introversion, protected himself from the heat and flames that Reinhart flaunted, whatever wasn't taken by the Maelstrom. And now, could Reinhart defend himself from essentially two people wildly slashing on either side of his exposed body?  

[Cristopher Reinhart]

Feeding Laz's attack his own seemed to have little effect and Reinhart would pay by taking in the rest of the FotAW. He wasn't sure what kind of damage they'd do but he threw up his arms and embraced it with his own bracers. Now the problem was Laz himself and his doppleganger. Flanked as he was Reinhart wasn't without strategy and defending against two opponents wasn't completely out of the ordinary where he came from.

It took only the first attack to give Reinhart the hint he needed to defend himself against the rest of it. He blocked Laz or the fake Laz but was slashed on the opposite side. This is where he figured out how to get out of this predicament. The double was mirroring Laz's actions, hence the attacks where in the same spot on his opposite side. What Reinhart did now was to mirror his own defense with each arm.

If Laz could protect himself with only his right for the first part of the fight reinhart could mimic the tactic and use one arm to stave off some of the attacks. Given he had only arm to defend against two on each side he would either have to dodge and block or block and take a hit. However, he'd create an opening and with that opening he'd strike back at both Lazencas.

It's took five attack for him to accomplish this meaning he'd defended against ten but had taken three to random spots on his body. More than likely those that weren't vital and bulky to minimize the amount of pain and damage done to himself. Timing had to be perfect and to a seasoned fighter timing was always key as it was essential. When both Lazencas came in for their next strikes Reinhart would catch both their arms, use the momentum behind them, and pull them together while stepping back himself.

The result would be Reinhart slamming both Lazencas into each other in an attempt to both surprise and stun them for a second. A second he needed to thrust both his hands out into each one's side and push them both back. Atfer doing so he'd take a quick jump backwards to create a little distance and recover his bearings. No doubt he'd be a bloody mess by now.

But definitely still able to fight.  

[Uberwulf X]

The automatic response to being grabbed was to flip the wrist and return the favor, with claws digging in when possible-- claws were impossible for the bracer. Now would be a time no different... when his right arm was captured (Doppleganger's left), the response was quick. Surprise was clear on his face as his left shoulder met the right of the Doppleganger (who also flipped wrists, but had no face to show surprise), the response past that wasn't immediate. The response would happen at about the same time that Reinhart tried to step back and noticed that he wasn't going anywhere.

A grunt, and Lazenca's body leaned hard left to stretch the offending arm as his right foot swept forward, placing that foot just behind Reinhart. The left arm straightened, finding itself thrust under Reinhart's elbow.

"Knees bent. Control. Korper."

Lazenca by pushing forward on the wrist and slamming on the elbow the incorrect way and assisted by the ability which temporarily enhanced his speed and power, very likely broke both of Reinhart's arms at the joints with an amazingly fast, but devestating blow-- both, because the Doppleganger was mirroring Lazenca.  

[Akemi Mercuraki]

Tama had arrived at Aekea with Lovissa behind her.
"The Cat in my family is alot bigger about 6 feet tall though I forget what is name is." Tama replied and then frowned as she wished she could renember the name of the cat in her family.  

[BeautifullyDecayed]

((Umm... Ima post in the Aekea thread, since that's where your post here in The Dead Forest says we are....))  

[Cristopher Reinhart]

[.. X ..]

The automatic response to being grabbed was to flip the wrist and return the favor, with claws digging in when possible-- claws were impossible for the bracer. Now would be a time no different... when his right arm was captured (Doppleganger's left), the response was quick. Surprise was clear on his face as his left shoulder met the right of the Doppleganger (who also flipped wrists, but had no face to show surprise), the response past that wasn't immediate. The response would happen at about the same time that Reinhart tried to step back and noticed that he wasn't going anywhere...

And here's where Reinhart lost it. Doppleganger or not both dogs where getting cooked. Layering Reinhart was the elemental that granted him the power over electricity screeching like a vengeful ghost. Just as Reinhart held onto Laz and his double so did Reinhart and his 'friend'.

Before the Lazenca's had the chance to move their arms further they'd both get a nasty shock. As physics go the amount of voltage and watts fed to the wolves would rip both of them off Reinhart. Unless of course Reinhart chose to hang on and cook them from the inside out. Both options were tempting so why not a little bit of both? Reinhart's elemental fed both Lazencas a huge amount of electricity, by Reinhart's estimation he guessed it was somewhere between six through seven thousand.

Now, the longer he held on the more the voltage and watts increased and Reinhart held on till it peaked at ten thousand before releasing them both and sending flying through the air. They'd both more than likely be cooked a bit, smoking, and hopefully unconcious. Getting scratched was getting annoying and if Laz or his double got back up they'd find the elemental thirstier than Reinhart for blood.

At least this may answer a few questions, the main one being why Reinhart had access to so many elements. Now as he stood bleeding and and battered Reinhart refused to fall and fight on if Laz insisted. From this point on however, the rules where out the door.  

[Uberwulf X]

Disabling =/= killing. While breaking Reinhart's arms would have effectively ended the fight, there'd be no danger to the man's life... especially since Lazenca could apologize and heal the man afterwards, which was his intention. His style dictated his actions, and he'd acted perfectly normal within his own rules. Lethal intent was not present in Lazenca; he'd done a damn good job of suppressing that.

The result of this fight might change that.

Who are you to judge?
What...
By tooth and claw the war is waged, and you stand in judgment?
Don't Trigger.
I can't control our body.
Don't trigger.
It... it burns!
Don't Trigger.
He means to kill us.
Is he still holding on?
Don't...

The Doppleganger exploded rather than fly back, covering the immediate area with a down of crystalis and snow. Lazenca, with arms outspread, curled around a tree backwards before snapping back and falling onto his left side.

His body was nearly motionless, half-closed eyes staring out at the opponent as the sight of his continued breathing told that such an unexpected attack . His breathing was slow, deep, and very audible. With every drawn exhale, his throat rumbled. Growling... but something more. It was as if something was caught in his throat and refused to be dislodged by anything but extreme force.

Just breathe.
We know his game.
Just breathe.
Why did I...
Inhale.
He won't come forward.
Exhale.
Because we had to.
Don't come forward.

His Medium detached itself, sending tendrils of black and glowing white and blue into the air. All blue was lost from his frayed hair.  

[Cristopher Reinhart]

Reinhart's shoulders and chest rose and fell with his breathing. A light wind whirled around him and lightning crackled over his body. His clothes were torn in various places and what clunch to him was stained in blood. However, there was no risk of him bleeding to death as Laz may notice his wounds weren't leaking his essence. They weren't closed but the blood itself worked against anymore bloodloss.

He stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the ground before him as he collected himself and breathed deeply. It was Laz's move and although it was intereting to see him change Reinhart reamined unmoved.  

[Uberwulf X]

Lazenca didn't change, not visibly. The only difference was that the nearly indiscernible blue that showed in his hair when he was in the sun, wasn't there... it was all black.

He sat up... and that was it. His eyes were half closed and he stared straight ahead.  

[Cristopher Reinhart]

Sparks flickered, lightning danced over Reinhatr's being, his hair was swept wildly by the wind that circled him. He looked up to Lazenca, his fists clenched, his teeth did the same, and as he stood he collected strength. The sparks began to die out, the lightning coiled around his arms, then slowly he paced towards Laz.

Slowly he'd close the distance and strike once more, this time however, he'd back each blow with a shot of electricity. Each hit potentially able to stun and burn whether it was taken or blocked. Once upon his opponent he let loose punch after punch, one masterful blow after another aimed to the body or face.

He'd catch momentum, altering the pace making it harder and harder for Lazenca to keep up or block. A hit to the abdomen, an uppercut to the chin, a cross to the face, a shot to the ribs. He knew Laz would think twice before taking hold of him again and if he weathered this storm at least now he ahd an idea of what he was up against.  

[Uberwulf X]

The idea that what was about to happen was "too much force" was negated by the fact that Reinhart approached a sitting man with lightning crackling. This is where Lazenca would have accepted defeat had Reinhart offered the option to yield, but he wanted to continue.

And so they would, to the sound of jingling bells in the open air.

Once he had closed to whatever distance with the arm cocked and ready to strike (one foot or so, to bend over and hit someone sitting down), Lazenca acted. The crystalline formation appeared directly to the rear of Reinhart, so even as he hit Laz, he wouldn't be able to detect or avoid it at all. About simultaneous with the fist landing, the Glare crystal exploded against Reinhart's back.

EXSpecial: Glare

This tech is aptly named because the user concentrates at a certain spot- be it a person, object, or open air. To the sound of sleigh bells, atmospheric liquid in that area freezes into a crystalline formation that immediately erupts, releasing all energy freely into the air. The impact from taking a Glare is said to feel like taking a double-barreled shotgun to the attacked body part, and packs as much stopping power and lethality. The move is especially deadly because of the speed (about a second for the crystal to be created and explode) and except for an often-missed sound cue, it's never telegraphed.

It was a fire version of this move that completely removed the legs of a well-known warrior, and the original ice version was missing no power. The only difference between then and now was that version wasn't aimed through the body part, only against it. It was common to see people hit by the attack flying a great number of feet away, and taken out of the fight due to massive injury.

Of course, had he aimed through Reinhart's back, the guy would likely be dead.

...Mercy?
Even in madness, you don't control us.
...
Shouldn't've come forward.

His head was moved to the right by the force of the punch, but his expression remained tired. And with Reinhart probably flying into a tree somewhere behind Lazenca, he'd have the time to stand and yawn, waiting to see what happened next.  

[Tomorrow]

If Laz had any sort of input detection - sight, smell, hearing, any kinda sixth sense - he'd most likely feel the immense presence of a man beside him, a few feet away.

No warning. No build up. It was like Donner just...appeared out of thin air.

And watched soundlessly, the giant Aesir crossing his arms over his broad chest, watching the fight unfold, leaning against a tree as he did...  

[Eternal Dirge]

In another part of the Forest, Damion stood over the corpse of an orc, twin short swords buried in its' thighs as he clutched his shield tightly in both hands, panting like a man who had just run a marathon. " Where's your s**t now huh?!!! Where's your s**t now?!!" He yelled down at the body, blood coating his hands up to the elbow, a wide slash mark cutting diagonally across his chest and through his leather armor, some of his own blood running out from the gash there. The creatures axe was buried in the ground afew feet away, the shaft broken near the solid steel of the head. " b*****d... ruined my armor...." He muttered, slowly lowering his shield, right leg already starting to twitch. " Old man could have given me better directions to the damn stadium, but nooooo....had to be as vague as possible." He snapped at no one in particular, putting the shield onto it's straps on his back and yanking his swords free with a simple jerk upwards. The trees around the orc's corpse and the standing human had cuts all over the trunks, from head height down to knee height, as if someone with a large weapon and little skill had gone at them. " Now then....must find stream." He said, flicking his wrists and sending blood splatters everywhere, although most of it was coagulating and drying on his hands and arms. The islander was ignoring the burning in his chest from the slash, his prime concern being more on how he was going to get clean.  

[Cristopher Reinhart]

Reinhart went flying into the brush a good length away, he dissapeared into the darkness with the sounds of craking wood and lifted dirt. A loud thump followed, then silence. Something wet covered the sides of his head, it clung to his hair, and leaked from his ears. His eyes were open but he failed to see anything, it was dark and he felt himself shaking uncontrolably.

Something rumble in his chest, then it echoed in his head, it rang in his ears, and was given sound beyond his lips. From the brush Reinhart was thrown into laughter bounced every tree, every leaf, and it echoed over the sky. The world blurred into view, his body began to regain control, but his head pounded as if his skull would split in twain.

His breath steadied like the rest of his body and soon the laughter subsided only to be replaced by silence once more. Reinhart felt broken, like he'd been hit by a truck or something worse, he sat up however and thanked whatever smiled upon him. Surely he would've been dead after a hit like the one he took but Reinhart was known to have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Now he stood, he turned to the direction he smelled, sensed, and saw Lazenca and began to walk towards him through the darkness. He clutched his ribs, he wiped his face, shook blood from his hair, cleaned his ears, and sniffed blood back in through his nose. The taste of it never suited him but it was inivetable at this point. He was hurt but he wasn't out yet, so long as he could stand Lazenca wouldn't see the end of the fight.

At the edge of the clearing he supported his weight on a tree and looked to Lazenca smiling as he swallowed more blood. Bet he wondered how he was still alive, he could ask if he so chose but as far as he knew he still had an opponent.  

[Uberwulf X]

Lazenca specifically aimed his attack so the guy would live. His standing was only going to be marked in today's book of nuisances. No, he was more wondering who the hell that guy was who mysteriously appeared behind and over him. A cornered wulf looking at getting double-teamed is a very dangerous wulf, indeed. When the man was noticed, Lazenca rolled forward and put himself away from the guy, forming a very acute triangle between them that would surely become isosceles as he continued moving back.

"Go away," his four voices spat, "both of you. I've had enough of this foolishness."