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mayfield_logs2012-02-23 01:41 pm
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Who: Charles and Ciel
What: Tea with a side of tantruming AKA Ciel helps Charles cope with recent losses in the most normal and healthy way possible....
Where: The church and areas around it
When: February 21st, evening
Warnings: Violence and general crazypants shenanigans
[Charles has manners, you know, even in the face of a really bad mood. so when he said he'd get to the church as soon as possible, he meant it!
he just... had to stop off to do a few things first. a few things that were only vaguely important and not at all suspicious he's not suspicious at all, but his incredibly non-suspicious activities have made him about twenty minutes later to arrive than he had initially anticipated.
just gonna shuffle on inside the church and peer around... he sticks close to the door initially this time before calling out into the building.]
Excuse my delay.
What: Tea with a side of tantruming AKA Ciel helps Charles cope with recent losses in the most normal and healthy way possible....
Where: The church and areas around it
When: February 21st, evening
Warnings: Violence and general crazypants shenanigans
[Charles has manners, you know, even in the face of a really bad mood. so when he said he'd get to the church as soon as possible, he meant it!
he just... had to stop off to do a few things first. a few things that were only vaguely important and not at all suspicious he's not suspicious at all, but his incredibly non-suspicious activities have made him about twenty minutes later to arrive than he had initially anticipated.
just gonna shuffle on inside the church and peer around... he sticks close to the door initially this time before calling out into the building.]
Excuse my delay.
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in the next breath he's standing several feet to the left and watching with some amount of disbelief as the swords hit and devastate something off-target.]
...Unbelievable. [all traces of mirth are gone now, and when he looks back to her, his eyes display something similar to the natural gleam of a nocturnal animal.
in the next second he's close enough to reach out and touch her. his hand curls into a fist and he delivers a precise uppercut aimed at her jaw. he doesn't expect that to hit, however, and quickly aims a complementary sweeping kick as well in the hopes of tripping her up in a retreat.]
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Generally. Though seeing him now, there was also no point.
He dodged everything, as expected. She wouldn't say she started off particularly strongly, but it achieved the two main purposes of why she's chosen to open like this: he's forced to acknowledge the threat seriously, and looking at him, he's tossing aside his thoughts and humanity.
The rest depends on how he carries himself in an actual fight to the death and how much truth there was when he boasted about his immortality, something that she doesn't yet know in great detail. But going off her knowledge of vampires at home - whose immortality just meant 'harder to kill', what she can recall of Saya's words on Chiropterans, plus the certitude of her own brand of immortality - which is literally the rewinding of her body's time to a prior point when she was uninjured, the odds should be in her favor.
The punch is dodged with a quick whirl to the side, though the kick won't find more than air as she boots herself off the ground and executes a backstep of roughly 5 meters in distance. Child's play, for someone capable of shooting straight up 3 floors of altitude and use lampposts and wire poles as means of getting around. Before she lands again, 3 more silver blades are gleaming under the moonlight in her right hand. The following throw aims specifically for both his calf muscles, with the last one to his abdomen.
She vaguely notes that while he's retaliating, neither that punch nor the kick could have resulted in anything fatal even if they found purchase. ...Was he holding back? Is he still hesitating? Despite that she began all this by going straight for his heart?
Her expression hints nothing though, if he's paying any attention to it. Completely blank with a mechanical glint that didn't seem like it could really see in her eyes, she continues relentlessly to target important, if not critical, points to any humanesque body.]
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unfortunately for Ciel, the chiropterans Saya knew are slightly different from the ones in Charles' world, but it's enough of a difference to matter in a situation like this. at least her continued aim to vital areas lets him know where to keep his guard centered, even if it isn't entirely necessary.
BUT HEY a fight is a fight, and he's always been one for theatrics even if witty banter isn't involved. he doesn't bother simply sidestepping these swords as he'd done with the first. instead, he's on the ground one minute and doing a graceful back-flip the next to get his legs out of harm's way.
without that to worry about, he snatches the sword meant for his abdomen from the air by its hilt (though there's a flash of something strange about his hand in the split-second it takes him to grab it), aiming to return it before his feet touch the ground again. with pinpoint precision, he flings it toward her throat.
...if he still had safety brakes on earlier, they seem to be clicking out of place rapidly now.]
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If he wants theatrics, she can oblige. She tilts her head aside as the countering Black Key zooms past her, effectively drawing drops of red as the blade grazes by her neck. Her eyelids quietly droop halfway down, but there's no other reaction.
A moment hangs.
Her collar remains white as snow, her skin reverts back to as it was. The cut has closed on its own, it's as if not a single droplet of blood has ever been spilled.
Then it resumes. Six more Keys are summoned, she now holds them like two pair of claws with one in each hand. Breaking the monotony of long range but nevertheless staying on a very offensive front, she kicks off again towards him with a speed that the human eye may have trouble following. Right arm extended, the three blades are now aimed forth to rip out his throat.
And good, as they should. Just blow up the car and do this the traditional way, what else does a vampire and an inquisitor do upon meeting in the old days?]
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her sudden attack has him taking a step back, but he doesn't flee because Ciel's just going to hit a MASSIVE WALL instead of his throat.
wait what
on second glance, it isn't a wall at all, but rather a barrier made up of thick, leathery flesh and sharp protruding spikes. as soon as Charles moves again, it becomes apparent that they're his hands; now a gnarled, gruesome mess of something barely human, and large enough for a single one to cover his entire torso. claws larger than his human hands jut out from the ends of his fingers and knuckles.
he pulls one back with great dexterity and ease, before swinging it in her direction.]
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Oh neat, so that's the sort of monstrous heretic you are! This could come in as handy info in the future.
THAT IS--
She'll cross her forearms in front of her in a protective fashion before he impacts. Sent flying backwards towards the woods like a rag doll, she'll nevertheless regain her footing by planting her heel into the trunk of the first tree she hits. Using the same spot as rebound, she'll propel herself back but into the air this time, at an ascending arc.
This time, Charles will be contending with a dozen blades being flung, all charged and crackling with electricity as they rain down on where he stood and his general direct vicinity. That's going to leave some mini-craters if they hit the ground, almost like miniature missiles. It probably won't be fun to get hit by one of those...]
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after he's done making sure he doesn't get barbequed thank you!! though he can be overly-arrogant and cocky in battle sometimes, he's already seen a small fraction of what Ciel's weapons can do, and he'd really rather not take the risk of being hit by anything that looks even remotely unnatural.
except it is pretty hard to dodge every single blade in a hail of a dozen, even though he does pretty well save a few near-misses and one that skims close enough to his leg to slice flesh and impact the bone OW. add an electric shock on top of that and you get a rather loud, inhuman-sounding noise, but it doesn't seem to slow him down for long.
he launches with his good leg, and by the time he's crossed half the distance between the craters and the forest, he can already use his other again, only a rip in the cloth denoting he'd suffered any visible or internal injury at all.
he'll try to bypass Ciel at a superhuman speed this time, attempting to get into a thicker part of the forest. yeah, this didn't exactly work the first time he tried it, but with monstrous "hands" like these, it's much easier to uproot things to use to bash people with. like very large trees. which is exactly what he's doing. it's like whack-a-mole with an inquisitor!]
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Hey they weren't on fire...! Now if you were to be pieced by one of these blades, then your whole body may burst into flames. Though you'd probably still be able to put it out by taking the right measures, Cremation Rites carved into these blades only get an initial boost in ferocity when the spell is first set off. After, the combustibility depends wholly on the properties of the target itself.
POSSIBLY RELEVANT TRIVIA SET ASIDE. Everything about her is unnatural, sheesh isn't that obvious already, but admittedly you probably don't know too many people who can pull swords out of nowhere in seemingly unlimited amount.
Regen noted! Once she lands, she'll immediately shoot after him like an arrow and tail him back into the woods. We're in America and not Africa though, so even a large tree wasn't too impressive to swing around. If anything, the fact that what looks to be a 12 years old boy with giant monstrous devil claw arms is doing it would be the most amazing part. A tree however is still a tree. To superhuman entities or humans with inhuman abilities, it's just a bigger stick of wood.
But she won't snap it in half when he first waves it towards her, no. With a much lighter step this time, she leaps into the air to dodge it, but also calculating precisely so that when she lands, it'd be on the trunk itself. He'd better do something other than hold the tree straight out in front of him stat, because she's using it now as a bridge to dash directly towards him with three Keys loaded once again in each hand.]
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oh well that is good, then. putting out fires isn't really high up on his list of things to do right now. he doesn't even know that was a possible outcome and he's already made a note to himself to watch out for every sword because apparently her hammerspace is filled with ones of varying ridiculous powers.
well hitting things with sticks is generally either a really good method of dealing with problems or a really bad one, and that was a risk he was willing to take! except it's pretty clear which one this falls under and he doesn't really feel like getting skewered in the face so he will just toss the entire tree with a massive amount of force in the direction of the church.
he isn't sure whether or not she'd bail out on the ride early, so just to be safe he's quickly leaping back and away from the area. as soon as he determines where she is, he'll be zipping toward her, claws extended, even if she still has her weapons in hand. all this dancing around and tree-flinging won't land him a hit, after all...!]
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And knowing is half the battle--!! He's a very smart boy, he gets point for deducing that. Though it is unfortunate that he's at a certain disadvantage, his options for range seem limited while she could use her swords for both close and far.
Good choice, but since it's a logical one it's also an easily predictable one. She bails, but not without an excessively powerful kick that not only serves to propel her further up in the air, but also to snap the trunk in half and send it crashing down into the ground so that it doesn't actually reach the Church and cause structural damage. Does that really matter? No, not really. The building would just repair itself the second day, but she was there already anyhow, so why not?
The only hitch with this now is that she's like at an altitude of 40 feet above him in the air. If he's willing to follow her, he'll need to wade through another spray of 12 Keys first, which may seem unwise when there's an entire cluster of trees to take cover in. If he chooses to not engage her while she's still up there, she'll just land on one and make her next move depending on what he's doing. If he decides to confront her directly instead and also take the airs, which the trees nearby would facilitate unless he can fly, then that'd be a different story. ...One that she's preparing for, gathering her own magical energies and readying a counter-spell just in case.]
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AND NOPE he's bailing as soon as she takes to the air. he could use the trees to reach her but in all honesty he likes fighting with both feet planted firmly on the ground, and feels he'd be at even more of a disadvantage if he tried to meet her head-on in the air.
he will instead be using the trees as cover until he's certain the rain of keys has stopped, making a break for the storage shed afterward. trees are not good weapons okay he doubts it'll be enough to knock her back to the ground! he'll take even a wheelbarrow or gardening shears as a projectile at this rate, but since this is the church and Ciel works here, he's got a vague sort of hope that the storage shed will be packing more than just the average gardening appliance.
if not, he will of course make do with whatever is available to him.]
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No ok I mean seriously. Oh the shed... That's where her first and only Mayfield death's happened... But let's go down memory lane some other time! Though she will slacken her pace a bit once it becomes obvious what he's trying to do. ...Really? There isn't anything of worth in the shed other than some typical gardening tools and other junk that are worthless in a fight (to her anyway). Ciel practically carried her entire arsenal on-hand, Bible Pages and your own magical reserves happen to be conveniently portable.
But yes since this is coming out to be less taxing than she thought, she'll wait by the woods for him to come back out. Not to say that she'll do nothing; throwing 5 blades down into the ground, she then closes her fist as each one starts to rush towards the shed's direction, effortlessly plowing through the earth as they go. The blades will circle the shed and cast down a binding spell strong enough to hinder most vampires from home, if not completely bind the weaker ones with lesser magical resistance. He's got roughly 10~15 seconds before the effect takes place, but he might get warned in advance through some other sense.]
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but yes, gardening tools and other worthless junk... the funny thing about his time as a wild warrior with laughable attempts at macgyvering weapons from hoses and store supplies is that, in reality, he does have a lot of experience thinking on his feet and using guerrilla tactics in combat. which naturally include knowing how to use mundane objects as weapons based on trivial knowledge.
...for example, knowing that the non-flammable CFC used as propellant in aerosol cans (like those hornet and botanical pest repellants tucked in with the bottles of pesticide and window cleaner over there) had mostly been supplanted with propane and butane by the 1940s!!
grabbing several, he begins to line them up in the direction of the door before puncturing one. he would have continued with this but whoops, there goes his ability to move freely, wow. he hadn't noticed the swords until it was a little too late, and there are a couple terrifying seconds of paralysis where he imagines Ciel had somehow managed to get his shadow again, but whatever it is seems to wear off.
which makes this a potentially excellent opportunity! he's not sure whether Ciel would choose to approach the shed herself or if she'd fire off more swords, so he decides to take a risk and carefully arrange himself as "bait", hissing small curses in a frustrated tone and ceasing his movement altogether in an attempt to trick her into thinking the paralysis had lasted longer.]
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Though admittedly she seems really fucking serious about this sure wasn't playing around like a friendly spar or something when she went for his vitals from the get-go!... So no buckles all out may or may not be more understandable.
She considered just firing some bolts of lightning to blow the whole shed up, to be completely honest.
But that seemed too theatrical, and...
Right, she set up a shrine herself around here to commemorate people who left. Two who became relatively important to her a while back, huh. It'd kinda suck to accidentally destroy that, her eyes do dart towards the spot near the shed where her little sanctified memorial was set up.
Eh, it wouldn't be that much trouble to fall back on melee.
The windows on the sides of the shed shatter in warning as two more Keys zoom through. They also pierce the wooden plank walls on the parallel side, the material lacking in strength to stop them. Missile-sized bullets indeed, and he would be able to see her rushing towards him through the edges of broken glass from where the window used to be. It's the same focused, chilling, and robotic expression she plastered on ever since the first strike; the looks of an assassin whose only goal is to kill, in complete contrast to her usual self.]
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they'd have flaming cans of aerosol firing off into the forest like tiny combustible rockets if she had struck the shed with lightning so it's probably best for both of them and the surrounding area that she didn't do that...
though now he's left miffed at the fact that it was a useless endeavour anyway since the draft from a broken window would make it difficult to ignite an aerosol mist.... WELL WHATEVER she's on ground level now and making things easier by heading in his direction, so he's just going to forsake makeshift weaponry again in favor of his initial plan; charge straight on. the side of the shed she had already damaged bursts open and he's flying forward, though this time it's with his sizeable hands tucked close to himself so he can use the force of his speed to become a battering ram.
if he feels any uncertainty or fear toward her haunting expression and incredible fighting talents, it doesn't show. instead there's just a raw insulted fury that seems to be growing progressively stronger. he finds it absolutely infuriating that he'd been fooled by a cheerful face again.]
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but admittedly only for that part. She seems like she's trying to kill him because she is trying to kill him. That one kinda explains itself, hm... moving on...
Um yes good that's one disaster averted. BACK TO MORE PRESSING ISSUES--
Well see it's better you get angry because now at least you have a legit and tangible source to lash out against even if it hasn't proven so far to be too effective!! It beats wallowing in angst about things you're powerlessly to change, alright. ...Even if arguably this isn't the best progress because recent turn of events CAN be seen as heel face turn 180 betrayal ah. But er let's ignore the amount of issues it must take to make such transitions so smoothly and easily like it was nothing at all and focus back on the actual fight. So he stopped running, huh? Good, she preferred direct approach more anyway.
She'll take his charge heads-on. Increasing her own pace and boosting further her momentum by kicking herself forward once she's in range - which'll take less than an instant, this clash can be comparable to two rocket missiles coming in direct collision from opposing sides.
He'll impact directly on her chest and send her flying back the same direction she came from. He would likely have also felt her entire ribcage and spine crack after she's hurled away like a viciously punted soccer ball, that is--
--if he had the nervous system left to process the information, for she would have launched out her right arm and used her height to her advantage to land a full-strength punch on his forehead at the exact same moment that he rams her torso. Needless to say, it'd splatter a normal human's brain open like an overly ripe melon and fling him back as well due to the strength of the blow, but at least he won't be the only one leaving a trail of crimson.]
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...Not that it should be possible. After a hit like that, he has to need time to recover, as does she. It may take her a minute, but eventually she will start breathing again and regain enough strength to push herself off the ground. Until then, she has to let her bone structure and vital organs reform. ...It kind of hurts like a bitch, but she won't make much sound other than spit out some blood. She'll be straining her ears and eyes too to see if he was already done recovering and coming back, just in case his regeneration turns out to be the quicker one.]
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including apparently 180 degree personality flips but hey it's not like he hasn't seen two-facedness before what with the company he keeps and all... so yes it's really just a fuel to his anger and hey maybe he'll wallow in angst even afterward! but it's nice on some level, having a physical target to release this pent-up stress on.
...and then the next thing he knows, he's on the ground in the exact opposite direction he'd been charging at, wow. disorientation hits harder than the pain does, and he's sitting upright before his head is even finished mending itself back together. his thoughts rush back to him in a jumbled mess; where am I? and what happened-? and where is she?
but unfortunately for her, while he has as much blood as he does, his regeneration is incredibly quick. a bit messy, though, as the process makes flesh, bone and brain matter bubble and twist like warping plastic until the only thing left is his soaked collar and the blood running down his face.]
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he touches the blood on his cheek and makes a soft tutting noise of disapproval before heading in the direction of the forest again, this time at a less frantic pace.
that's not to say he isn't remaining on guard, of course. the slightest snap of a twig draws his attention immediately, and his gnarled fingers flex and crack in preparation for a swift attack as soon as he finds where Ciel had fallen. if he finds her before she finds him, that is.]
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There is not a single drop of blood by her feet, nor on her own person.
If there was such a thing as an opening, now would be the time.]
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but a wasted opening isn't acceptable, so he launches himself at her again. he pulls his fist back in a clear indication of attack, but if she's not careful to dodge it, she'll notice that his hand momentarily shifts back to its human shape. it's not a punch he's attempting after all, but an attack meant to utilize his arm as a spear and dive right through her abdomen if it hits.]
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yeah...
Oh he came back quick. She hasn't recovered to 100% but she can take this, quickly shifting her boots to adopt a defensive position. She barely sidesteps in time, the disadvantage to a lance's thrust is that it only aims for a point so it has no spread.
She allows it to graze her sides anyway. He'll tear a fistful of flesh right off from the region above her left hip, directly below her healed ribcage. Her eyes sharply narrow while maintaining their lock on his as pain quickly flashes through them, but she doesn't make any noise or show any other indication that the wound bothers her.
Rather, this means he's directly in front of her now. Swiftly using her left hand to secure and immobilize his offending arm by the wrist, she brutally brings her right elbow down like a guillotine blade to crush his inhuman limb at the shoulder. It may dislocate his shoulder, if not shatter the bone or snap the arm clean off. Not that she'd pay attention to the results, she'd be following it straight up with a ruthless kick aimed at his solar plexus with her right leg. She'd let go of his arm after too; what happens to it depends on how badly she managed to damage it and how quick his healing is.
...That is, what she plans to do. He still has another hand and two legs free, it wouldn't really be shocking if he blocks that kick with his other arm or something. He's free to give anything a shot, she's well-trained in martial arts and can perform just as ferociously in close range even unarmed.]
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something in his shoulder gives, and while it isn't torn away, there is a new blossoming of red on the underside of his shirt sleeve where broken shoulder bone sliced through skin.
he also isn't fast enough to catch the kick, as the temporary uselessness of his arm distracts him. but he manages to steel himself for impact to the point that he doesn't go sailing back. still, it's a hard enough hit to bring up a mouthful of blood, and his free hand briefly touches the injured area as if to check and make sure his torso was still in one piece. good thing he doesn't need to breathe like a human, or that temporary diaphragmatic paralysis would have been very uncomfortable!
but letting go of his arm works in his favor. he's shooting toward her and swinging it before the healing area even stops bubbling, and by the time he's anywhere near striking range, it's mostly functional again. he's aiming to grab her this time so that he can bridge the gap between them with greater ease, but he'll have no qualms with relying on his speed and trying that way if she dodges. the baring of his teeth is no subtle warning for what's to come if he actually gets within biting range, especially now that the entire set seems to sport a similar sharpness as his usual two incisors.]
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well there's nothing like firsthand experience i suppose. at least by the time that all this is done, you will walk out a more knowledgeable young man/shotapire Charles!! The most important lesson is nuns are not to be trifled with. UNTIL THEN.
...He's getting desperate. Lunging forth like that with fangs literally baring, the conclusion was easy to draw: blood rejuvenates him, and she's the closest source. ...Unfortunately, she also happens to be one of the hardest targets in town he could've ever picked for himself. As for her, the wound by her hip is already closing. He's probably too busy to notice, but blood is forming and pouring back in - a literal reversal of time that could be mistaken for regrowth when it's the opposite.
She doesn't try to dodge or even so much as sidestep at his feral charge. She just raises a hand as a magic circle lights up and swiftly traces itself to completion by her feet. Her lips move, but he probably can't hear anything. It's possible that his demon arms will take solid hold of her before she completes the incantation, but she will shoot her other free arm out to grab him by the neck so that his fangs can't touch her. The grip may be strong enough to choke a little, but of course, her only purpose in holding him this way is to stall for time.
Either way, the release comes shortly after.
A powerful blast of lightning strong enough to nuke a house hits him square in the chest. The light does have the unfortunate downside of blinding her temporarily so that she's no longer able to see him clearly, but whatever happened, even if he tried ripping her body apart during the last few moments, it shouldn't change the fact that he just ate a large destructive spell in the face and should no longer be able to sink his fangs into her. If that blast worked as intended and sent him reeling back due to its force, she wouldn't even be holding his neck at bay anymore, but again, it depends on his constitution and resistances.]
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the healing of her wound does go entirely unnoticed, which is pretty unfortunate for him, seeing as it's important to realise that those two previous hits hadn't just been weird flukes. oh well he'll take note some... other time....
like when he isn't sailing through the air again. wow it was irritating enough to just barely get a good hold before being choked a little by a nun and suddenly there goes his chance of grabbing a snack! granted, he'd been more focused on ripping out her jugular since being clean doesn't matter and he wants to gut her, not have her for dinner, but he'll have to put those plans on the back-burner.
he lands with surprising grace for someone who was just blasted with enough electricity to decimate a building (and took a tree or four down with him whoops), but it's obvious that his shreds of composure are slipping away and logic is taking a back-seat to killing the thing threatening him.
or if it wasn't already obvious, it'll become pretty clear by the sudden spike in speed and energy he displays. fueled by adrenaline, he sets off to her again with such speed that it splits the ground below his feet at the take-off point. his irises reflect a bizarre red now instead of the normal yellows or greens of nocturnal eyes, and at this point his movement itself is closer to beast than man, but it gives him the advantage of even sharper senses. he'll be trying his damnedest to unleash a barrage of quick and well-aimed strikes to as many vital points as he can reach with a feral determination to pursue even if she retreats or retaliates.
as a seasoned fighter, however, Ciel will likely be able to tell that this is closer to the desperate gambling of someone who needs to end the fight or lose it, rather than any permanent danger.]
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