The Day of Judgement

[imperial_ray]

Who: Dizzy and various opponents
What: Side Black!Dizzy begins her genocide
When: Saturday, June 2nd
Warnings: This is going to be very violent.

[[ This log will be split into three sections. The first is locked to Sol and Ky. The second is anyone fighting Dizzy and/or Sin, but these will all be inevitably loosing fights so do not respond if you do not want your character killed or maimed. The last is Dizzy versus Ciel and Abel, the finale.

Some mood music. ]]

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[kyrannical]

[He stumbles backwards, trying to regain his footing quickly in a body that is, for some (ineffable) reason, larger than what he's used to.]

[(his hair is also tied backwards awkwardly, because he's not sure what the point of that is either)]

[He frowns and launches forward as soon as he's got his balance, not willing to waste a second, swinging the poker as more of a parrying weapon than one for thrusting as he goes for a low kick.]

[bleuflag]

[Sin scoffs and meets Ky's rebound, with an easy swing of his pole, and although the kick hits it causes little more than a frown from the Gear as he pulls his foot back slightly, not even much of a stumble.]

[The pole then swings downward in a strong, ripping force attempt to slam the poker out of Ky's grip with raw strength alone- he was clearly trying to make a point.]

[kyrannical]

[The poker gets wrenched out of his hand, forcing him to step backwards for a second. He glances after it for a moment, otherwise keeping his eyes on Sin in an obviously defensive state.]

[The poker wasn't much, but without it he was virtually defenseless-- the question was whether or not going for it would leave him exposed for too long. He was obviously being toyed with; there was nothing stopping Sin from simply knocking it away again if need be.]

[Still, it was better than nothing, so suddenly he's going for the poker on the ground, ready to swing it up defensively as soon as he gets it if he actually makes it there.]

[bleuflag]

[Sin had been watching, waiting, to see if Ky would go for his weapon; when Ky makes his leap, Sin laughs and dashes to meet him, swinging a foot across and under Ky's stomach to boot him away from it again and knock the wind out.]

[Grinning cruelly, he walks after where Ky landed, foot stepping onto Ky's collarbone and throat to pin him down, flagpole over-shoulder as he presses his weight.]

Sucks for you, huh? Only just finally got to live again an' already you're gonna get wasted.

[kyrannical]

[He tries to brace himself for an attack, but knowing it's going to happen doesn't help him hold onto his breath, and with the foot on his throat he doesn't have much time to get it back.]

[He tries to rasp out around the pressure, fingers clawing at Sin's foot to try and relieve it, but the defiant glare in his eyes says everything he would if he had the air for it.]

[bleuflag]

[He's greatly enjoying watching the breath slip away from Ky, grin growing wider the more he rasps, the more desperate his clawing fingers seem to be- but the defiance in his glare pisses him off, and he wants to crush his spirit most of all.]

[His flagpole crackles with electricity and he slams the butt down into Ky's stomach, trying to knock the remaining wind out of him and tase the fight out of him at the same time.] What's with that look? You're dying, you know!

[kyrannical]

[He chokes in place of crying out, trying to curl up around the hit but unable to move the way he's pinned. Still, his fingers dig into Sin's foot in retribution, even if what little strength they had was quickly draining away.]

[He wonders idly, in a detached, sleepy sort of way, if this is what his attacks felt like to other people.]

[His vision's blurring, but he tries to force himself to focus and see if he can will his magic back, focusing as hard as he can on forcing electricity back out, as if he could access his magic through sheer determination, town be damned.]

[bleuflag]

[Sin can feel the knight's clawing over his foot- but he likes it, that he can feel the desperation as the human clings to life just barely, tries to escape for his (second) life, despite the overbearing power the Gear has over him- the futility of his situation.]

How's it feel? [He questions, stomping onto Ky's collarbone, hard enough to crack it.] Does it hurt? Must suck to know you're so weak. So much for the best'a humankind.

[His flag slams down into Ky's stomach again, though this time, hard enough to stab.] ..Hope that traitor can hear you scream when you die this time.

[kyrannical]

[He gasps like he's coming up from under water in the momentary reprieve, the need to suck down as much air as possible overriding any stubbornness at trying not to seem desperate, only for him to cough on it immediately as his collarbone cracks.] Gah--!

[Then another, wetter gasp as he's stabbed, not enough air in him to scream properly, which serves him just as well. He's sure the traitor could be no one but Sol, though he can't imagine why, and if nothing else he can prevent this from happening. He's breathing shallowly and rapidly around the pain, one eye squinted shut and his arms hugging around his stomach, as he manages to pant out]

I... won't....

[bleuflag]

[Sin scowls- dammit, how did this bastard remain so defiant!?- and stomps onto the stab wound he just made, foot pressing down into it. He kicks his arms out of the way, stomping on them too to break them so he couldn't move anymore, trying to make him utterly unable to fight back any more.]

[Squatting over him, he grabs onto his collar, shaking him violently, slamming his head down to the ground.] The hell... why're you... Why won't you just scream already! [He slams a punch into his cheek, point-blank.]

[He wasn't quite sure why this human in particular was making him so damn angry.]

[kyrannical]

[He grits his teeth, head falling backwards in pain, but forces himself to stay quiet. If Sol was still fighting... he could keep this Gear's attention for as long as possible, stop Sol from getting distracted or outnumbered, give him a fighting chance--]

[It's a laughable hope, considering Sol's as powerless as he is, but it's the least he can do, and the longer they tie up this fight the longer they delay the Gears from going after other people.]

Nngk--

[His breathing grows more and more ragged as the assault continues, and his teeth feel like they're going to break with how hard he's clenching his jaw together-- funny that he focuses on that, with his arms most definitely broken-- but he holds it off, and when he feels himself slipping away (again), it's almost a blessing, because he won't have to hold it in much longer.]

[It takes him a second, with his head feeling heavy and wet and possibly concussed, as if that mattered now, to slowly loll his head up from the ground and look in Sin's direction, eyes slightly unfocused but just the same as before.]

[bleuflag]

[Sin wailed on him, slipping into a rage- this guy's face was somehow familiar, and it was bugging the hell out of him, casting doubts in his mind that shouldn't have been there- no, mother was all that mattered, mother's love and mother's mission. Their mission. He had to stay focused on that.]

[Even then, when Ky manages to lift his head still, to give him such a stoney look, he snaps.]

Stop it... stop lookin' at me like that!

[And with that, he slams one more fist into the side of Ky's head, hoping to put him out for good this time, current running from his body and straight into Ky's- if the hit didn't get him, being directly electrocuted with everything Sin could put out almost certainly would.]

[kyrannical]

[He can tell as it's coming that this is it, and closes his eyes to endure just one more hit. His thoughts are too scattered to assemble any complete prayer for the others, so he settles for just directing the feelings towards the rest of the town-- someone, somewhere, would have to take up his job again-- as he grits his teeth to ride out the last jolt of lighting.]

[He would almost smile. Sorry, Sol.]