| Feb 26, 2014 2:45:59 GMT -5 |
Post by Feliciano Vargas on Feb 26, 2014 2:45:59 GMT -5
I...wasn't sure where else to post this--I would've posted it in the Journal section or something, but that's where everyone is posting their trackers for some reason?? so I just had to put this here, instead. ^^; This post/thread is for the transcript of the skype rp Demyx and I had going for the actual fight between Feli and Matthias. It was easier for us that way since we're both working on several other threads at once, including the pre-fight thread, so we decided this way would flow easier, flow faster, and end up being more cohesive for us. Therefore, we consider this fight to be canon to the site, without doing a proper thread. Hopefully this is okay!
Anyway, I'll stop rambling, and just post the damn thing already. xDD; Plz forgive the script style rping, it just flowed easier for the two of us than complete sentences xDDDD
Matthias: *The door opened and Mat stepped outside now, tossing his shirt in the corner.*....*Glances back at Feli with a rather encouraging look, hoping they'd give it their complete all in this, even if it was completely one sided*
Feliciano: *follows much more hesitantly, not bothering to ditch his shirt like Matthias had as they enter the Arena* V-Ve, good luck? *laughs weakly even as he hurriedly backs away from the other, not waiting for the ref to start the match as he rushes to put some distance between himself and the other mutant*
Matthias: You too, Feli *the friendly grin was genuine as well as his little charm.As soon as the ref gave the signal though he was charging towards them hoping to catch them with his naked fist*
Feliciano: *definitely going to need it, because already Matthias was rushing forward and erasing the distance Feliciano tried to put between them. He slips a bit in the sand but manages to slide under that fist because of it, scrambling in the opposite direction. The best way to not-die in this situation was to keep as /far/ away from the blonde as possible*
Matthias: *when the other ducked under it was a second longer than it should have taken to turn and double back chasing them, the Dane wasn't as fast and the sand just made the footing more difficult*
Feliciano: *thankfully that just means he should be able to keep his distance ;w; Harries a glance back to see how far the other was behind him--with all the noise from the crowd, most of them egging the blonde on, it was hard to keep his ears on Matthias even with the older man's heavier footsteps. The sand really doesn't help, swallowing up so much sound in the first place ;;* V-Ve, you should just let me run you in circles--that way no one'll get hurt, Matthias!
Matthias: *He shook his head at the suggestion and paused long enough to make himself lighter, with hollow bones, usually he didn't do this but he doubted there would be a danger of them shattering. That way he could catch them now he was slightly faster* Nej, we need to fight in this.
Feliciano: *swallows down a whine as Matthias starts to speed up, jerking to the right to try and hook away from the blonde* No we don't--we don't /have/ to fight! *shakes his head, trying to keep his eye on the other mutant while still avoiding running into something*
Matthias: *Right now he was trying to catch the smaller figure so swiping at him was what he was doing* And that's cowardly
Feliciano: I-It's not cowardly to not fight! *jerks a bit as he feels warm finger graze his arm, trying to duck under those reaching hands before Matthias can grab him--holy shit when did he get so close*
Matthias: In this case it is. *Rather getting tired of this chase he's back to punching, trying to land something*
Feliciano: No it's not, it's only doing what they--!! *cuts himself off to hiss as a fist catches his shoulder, making him stumble a step or two. It wasn't as powerful as he'd suffered, nor as much as he'd expected considering Matthias's side, but it still ached a bit as he hurried back* R-Really, you're just doing what the guards want you to, ve!
Matthias: *He shook his head, hardening his bones back to normal, the shock from the earlier punch a little too sore and now that he'd clipped the other he knew he could catch them now* I'm doing this cause I want to, the fights, part of the fights is to fight and you know it as much as I do *He swung at him again*
Feliciano: *ignoring the vague throbbing in his arm is easy enough--already the pain from that punch was fading as he adds a bit more speed to his already fast pace. Though running won't be an option forever; he knows he'll tire out and if he tires out too much before the actual fighting starts, he won't be able to dodge any of the potential blows. However, he'd like to avoid getting hit as long as possible* V-Ve, there's no point in asking you to stop, is there?? *dips his head down a bit to try and avoid that punch, hands lifting up to cradle his head and protect his hair from getting yanked on or something* You won't listen to anything I say!
Matthias: That's cause it's stupid, and wastes time *He kicks at him then*They're also about pride and showing what your made of. That's why I actually fight, cause it's fun.
Feliciano: jfeoaif-- *yelps as that foot collides with his ankle, sweeping his feet out from under him and sending him crashing painfully into the sand. He doesn't give himself time to recover--if he doesn't try to get away he's only going ot hurt more. So he's scrambling to get away, hissing as he puts pressure on his ankle* T-There's nothing to pride yourself about fights like this, ve!
Matthias: *Grunts but he's happy the muse game has ended, walks over and kicks at him again this time aiming at the gut* To hone your strength, and to defeat your opponent, and to hear the crowds. That brings a type of pride like no other, and a rush... you should try it sometimes, hitting back, it feels good to hold your own even if you lose in the end *When he finishes his little speech he throws another kick, harder now*
Feliciano: *only managed to scramble halfway to his feet before a sharp kick sends him face-first into the sand again, coughing harshly as he curls in on himself, one hand moving to cradle his stomach and the other still trying to protect his head. It hurt to breathe, with the sand and the foot slamming into his ribs a second time. he's not here to roll over and take a beating, though, so he twists again to try pushing himself to his feet* V-Ve, all that fighting does is hurt people... *spits a wad of damp sand at the blonde's feet, grimacing* There's no pride in that.
Matthias: I've hurt and been hurt, it feels nice to come out covered in bruised knowing you were able to defend yourself, better than coming out knowing you just lay there and gave up. Laying there makes you chew toy, there's no pride in being that. *It was odd, but a predicted odd that the Dane wasn't feeling his usual rush from the fight, of course it was because it came from, well fighting. Being hit back having an opponent fight back with all they got gave more pride and more of a rush just because he knew the other would be trying. Feliciano though, Feli was just running, and that was rather the opposite of trying.*... If you don't try, how will you know? if you don't even try... that's weak... *lunging in for an uppercut now*
Feliciano: *that punch has him biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood, tears coming to the corners of his eyes. However, if he just focuses on his hearing, on what's being said and the sounds of sand beneath his and Matthias's feet, the other man's breathing--the pain quickly ebbs away, and soon he's in a world of blackness with only sound as his guide. He stumbles back and then twirls away to run, eyes instinctively shut* If you think non-violence is weak then you're an idiot, ve.
Matthias: I think not even trying is weak, you don't try! You just run * he reaches forward to pull the other back, definitely not wanting to have another goose chase here* /non-violence/ is only good untill now!... you can get killed, it's stupid... at least try to defend yourself
Feliciano: *ignoring the sounds from the crowd as he's suddenly yanked back--for a moment he can't breathe, and he's not sure why, and it's disorienting and moderately terrifying, but then Matthias's voice is closer and he realizes that the blonde must've yanked him back, and he blindly reaches back to try swatting the other's hand away, so he can keep running* I choose not to fight, so there's nothing to do /but/ run, ve! I'm not going to stand here and let myself get hurt! *been there, done that--not only got beaten half to death by his opponent but earned over a dozen lashes from the guards. Running is his only option without giving the humans the satisfaction of a fight*
Matthias: *There's a rather hash huff, it was like talking to a wall, there was no way to change the fate of this rather one-sided fight. How he was trying to clue in with what it meant to fight back because the fights are never the same when one runs and the other hits, because at least it means they other used everything they had to stay alive.*..... *He stayed silent again now aiming a punch towards their head now that he was forced to let go*
Feliciano: *the moment he hears fabric flutter behind him he's running, barely managing to avoid that punch to the head as he sprints off; the pain of his earlier injuries or future ones can't affect him so long as he's focused and calm; the crowd is deafening in their cheers and boos, so he has to tune them out as he hurries to keep away from the taller mutant--there's no point in talking anymore, anyway. It's too much effort when he needs to focus on running away as well as not hitting the wall; a million things to worry about when all he can rely on is his hearing*
Matthias: *Though he's hearing the crowds clear as ever, something that usually got him riled up it was still a rather empty fight, if it could be called that, he was the only one doing any hitting, when he wasn't running. He didn't want to run anymore and that wish wasn't going to be granted with out effort. He heard vague words from the crowds. this was just a simple fist fight and they were correct. So far only one was really showing what their powers were capable of, something the Dane decided to change. He lunged closer only to side step and send a thick rod into the ground from his arm hoping to trip, while hoping it wouldn't snap if it was stepped on. It was still part of his arm*
Feliciano: *he hadn't realized there was something blocking his path until a hard /thing/ collided painfully with his ankle and sent him tumbling face-first in the sand. Had he been more prepared, he would've rolled with the fall and gotten back up, but it was such a surprise that Feliciano let himself slam into the sand, getting the grit in his mouth and up his nose as his right ankle throbbed from the impact* W-What-- *he spat, trying to wipe the sand from his face as he scrambled onto his hand; the Italian would be able to run, but the sudden, sharp pain in his ankle had broken through his focus as the world slammed back into his face with the rush of a speeding truck, a cacophony of colors and smells and sensations that kept him reeling longer than he should have*
Matthias: *retracting the bone now it was rather amusing that it worked so spectacularly. One miss step and it would have been rather painful for himself or simply be missed completely but it was in the way too long to really swing around like a club. Walking towards the other now he slammed an upper cut, or at least attempt to*
Feliciano: *he's still too disoriented to try and dodge the fist that swings over and slams right into his jaw--a moment earlier and the force might've been enough to make him bite through his own tongue. He can't even manage a proper sound of pain with his jaws and teeth slammed together like that, and as he's sent falling back into the sand Feliciano feels blood coat the crusted sand in his mouth. A quiet groan of escapes him, whiny and weak as he spits out more sand and blood before his hands press into the sand to try and force himself back up and away before Matthias can swing again. The jeers and cruel laughs from the crowd are meaningless to him--useless white noise* Y-You really know how to hold back a punch, veee... *sarcasm is not the best idea at this point but he can't help but spit the words out, along with another bit of bloody sand--he couldn't tell if the pain was from biting the inside of his cheek or his tongue but all he could taste was /bloodbloodblood/*
Matthias: *There was a grin on his face continuing to step forward towards Feli who was trying to stand back up and get out of the way. The grin was nothing like the one from the waiting room it was heavier and ill-suited for the situation almost psychotic considering what was happening in front of him. There was a low pleasured growl from his end, Mathias was finally feeling the rush that he was missing for the first chunk of this fight and he was partly glad for it, it made it easier to fight when he was feeling a kind of pleasure. Sure this was the wrong kind of fight for it, the obvious one-sidedness about it probably made him seem evil considering the other had never attempted to hit back. Made him seem like a mad cat after a helpless mouse and he just grabbed hold and was currently playing with it's life* trust me, I'm holding back more than you think. *For a moment, hoping the other would see it he once again showed off his knuckles protruding making his hands like spiked gloves but this time he was meaning to use it* Lets finish this shall we?
Feliciano: *it would be a lie to say that quiet growl didn't make him shiver a little, finally forcing himself to his feet--though his ankle throbbed as his weight settled upon it. There was little chance of him running now. He kept an arm wrapped around his abdomen, which ached from that earlier kick, and he glanced up and over at the blonde, frowning at the spikes growing from the man's knuckles* ... *a rough chuckle left him, shaking his head as he began to back up* Unless you're aiming to kill me, not even a few little spikes like that are gonna get rid of me. *shakes his head again* S-Stay away from me.
Matthias: I'm not aiming to kill, you'd know if I was*he shook his head reeling back and swinging at him now, wildly. The Dane was aiming at what ever he could catch the power behind each one obvious. He could really hear the crowds now, gotten louder obviously. This had dragged on and now to them it was finally getting interesting* I just want to keep you down it's all
Feliciano: *Feliciano hurriedly lifted his arms to protect his arms from those wild swings, a painful punch slamming those small spikes into him, piercing skin and crashing hard against his own bones--he can feel something crack in his forearm and god that /hurts/, making him cry out a bit as he stumbles back, collapsing as he tries to put all his weight on his hurt ankle*
Matthias: *He continued with his barrage of strikes, never letting up his strength behind them. Mathias could hear the cracks under the cries but he nearly ignored them in favor of continuing on, hopefully ending this with out killing them*
Feliciano: *he can't keep the tears at bay as his arms crack and break under the painful punches, much harder and painful than any hit he'd taken in any fight before now; Feliciano tries to curl in a ball to protect himself, broken arms clenched tightly around his head despite the harsh hot agony it causes--one blow to his head from those spikes and he could very well be dead* S-Stop, stop stop stopstop-- *can't help but chant out that broken plea as he sobs--all this did was /hurt/, hurthurthurtohgod*
Matthias: *The Dane only stopped when the other was curled up shaking, pleading, crying. He panted staring at the sight in front of him. Mathias was no sadist despite what the other probably thought of him by now. He was riled up of course and simply catching his breath, panting softly and now glanced down at the blood covering his knuckles, the skin and the bone spikes. It probably seemed like forever but he opened his mouth to request something he tried to request before* I want you to hit me, while you still can... I know you don't like it but just do it, *He held himself still there, he could finish it easily but the idea of beating someone that seemed helpless, in the corner was against everything* So I feel less guilt
Feliciano: *a choking sob escaped him as he shook his head, blood splattering over his arms and knees as he tried to breathe with failing lungs. His whole body hurt--his arms had taken the brunt of the action, if the misshapen outline of his forearms and the blood pouring from various cuts and punctures said anything, but his shoulders, sides, and even his head had taken a few strikes* I-I can't--p-please, Matthias, I /c-can't/-- *he spat more blood upon himself, amber eyes clenched shut against the sight even if he could smell nothing but the harsh tang of his own blood, taste it with every breath, /feel/ it sliding down torn skin* M-My hands... *it wasn't just that he didn't want to hit Matthias anymore; he /couldn't/. The nerves in his hands refused to respond, they hung limply from the rest of the appendages like prosthetics, dead and useless. He couldn't /breathe/--more tears spilled down his cheeks and he buried his face in the sorry excuse for arms he had left* It /hurts/...
Matthias: *He could easily see the aftermath of his strikes. The best comparison to what was in front of him was like something had mauled him. The sorry excuse left of arms looked well better lack of a word tenderized. The smell of the blood was intoxicating but the sight and the tears sorta canceled it out. Mathias held himself from shaking, angry that it hadn't ended yet that he'd have to give the smaller male more, worse that he'd given him. He refused to just surrender though. There was no clock and he doubted there was anything left to stall.* do your legs still work? *it was a long shot, the suggestion left empty though he knew where he was going with it. He wished it could be different but so far, already all he could feel was guilt. Mathias just shook his head* where does it hurt the most, I think I can end it and not make everything worse but you might not like it...
Feliciano: *he couldn't answer at first, still crying and coughing and trying very hard not to start panicking over just how much /blood/ is oozing out of him, but when the anticipated silence from the crowd swiftly turned into antagonized boos--they wanted a knock-out blow, not a pause just when the action and the beating they'd come to see was getting good. He coughed out another harsh throatful of blood, his vision starting to gray out a bit as static buzzed in his ears* H-Hurts too much... *garbles out, one undamaged leg straightening out a bit bit but the movement shoved a red-hot poker of agony straight into his cracked ribs, making him choke on a pathetic attempt to cry* J-Just /stop/.
Matthias: *He simply nodded at this, ignoring the boos sounding around him. He had to end this now if he wanted the other to be walking again afterwards any time soon. The frown stayed, telling the other he had to end this in ways the other was already trembling about.* forgive me *He reached out and just pressed his fingers into those ribs. With what looked like no mercy*
Feliciano: *Ohfuckinggod--icy stabs of pure pain assaulted Feliciano's mind as those fingers pressed harshly into his side, attacking already damaged ribs. Another choked scream tore out of the Italian as he felt bones shift beneath his skin. More blood clogged his throat and he tried to cry around it, that leg kicking out and into Matthias's chest, trying to force the blonde away and end the assault or shove himself back out of range of those harsh touches* S-Stop!! *sobs harshly, tears clearing away some of the blood staining his face as he tried to scramble away, the movements making his broken bones cry out and claw against the insides of his skin; his vision was blacking out in front of him, white noise buzzing in his ears and muting the sounds of both the crowds and his own pathetic pleas, left bleeding out on the sand with only that mind-numbing agony as company*
Matthias: *He continued to press there, hoping it'd get the other to pass out. Mathias just wanted this to end with no extra damage. He wanted to go back to his cell, and make everything better again. Though for once the smaller male was fighting back now it was doing little, feet planted he wasn't moving till it was over* I'm finishing this, I promise it'll be over soon.
Feliciano: *the other's words didn't even register, that buzzing in his ears drowning everything else out--Feliciano couldn't even hear his own pathetic sobs as he finally gave in and his body started shutting down. It was too much. Blessed unconsciousness swept over him and stole away the pain, his body slumping down over that reaching arm and onto the sand already stained with his blood*
Matthias: *Mathias hears the finishing bell shortly after the slumping. He sighed as it was over, the cheering meant nothing. He shoved the guards out of the way that wanted to drag them both out so he could pick the smaller male up himself. he made him fall, he wanted to be the one to drag him home*
Anyway, I'll stop rambling, and just post the damn thing already. xDD; Plz forgive the script style rping, it just flowed easier for the two of us than complete sentences xDDDD
Matthias: *The door opened and Mat stepped outside now, tossing his shirt in the corner.*....*Glances back at Feli with a rather encouraging look, hoping they'd give it their complete all in this, even if it was completely one sided*
Feliciano: *follows much more hesitantly, not bothering to ditch his shirt like Matthias had as they enter the Arena* V-Ve, good luck? *laughs weakly even as he hurriedly backs away from the other, not waiting for the ref to start the match as he rushes to put some distance between himself and the other mutant*
Matthias: You too, Feli *the friendly grin was genuine as well as his little charm.As soon as the ref gave the signal though he was charging towards them hoping to catch them with his naked fist*
Feliciano: *definitely going to need it, because already Matthias was rushing forward and erasing the distance Feliciano tried to put between them. He slips a bit in the sand but manages to slide under that fist because of it, scrambling in the opposite direction. The best way to not-die in this situation was to keep as /far/ away from the blonde as possible*
Matthias: *when the other ducked under it was a second longer than it should have taken to turn and double back chasing them, the Dane wasn't as fast and the sand just made the footing more difficult*
Feliciano: *thankfully that just means he should be able to keep his distance ;w; Harries a glance back to see how far the other was behind him--with all the noise from the crowd, most of them egging the blonde on, it was hard to keep his ears on Matthias even with the older man's heavier footsteps. The sand really doesn't help, swallowing up so much sound in the first place ;;* V-Ve, you should just let me run you in circles--that way no one'll get hurt, Matthias!
Matthias: *He shook his head at the suggestion and paused long enough to make himself lighter, with hollow bones, usually he didn't do this but he doubted there would be a danger of them shattering. That way he could catch them now he was slightly faster* Nej, we need to fight in this.
Feliciano: *swallows down a whine as Matthias starts to speed up, jerking to the right to try and hook away from the blonde* No we don't--we don't /have/ to fight! *shakes his head, trying to keep his eye on the other mutant while still avoiding running into something*
Matthias: *Right now he was trying to catch the smaller figure so swiping at him was what he was doing* And that's cowardly
Feliciano: I-It's not cowardly to not fight! *jerks a bit as he feels warm finger graze his arm, trying to duck under those reaching hands before Matthias can grab him--holy shit when did he get so close*
Matthias: In this case it is. *Rather getting tired of this chase he's back to punching, trying to land something*
Feliciano: No it's not, it's only doing what they--!! *cuts himself off to hiss as a fist catches his shoulder, making him stumble a step or two. It wasn't as powerful as he'd suffered, nor as much as he'd expected considering Matthias's side, but it still ached a bit as he hurried back* R-Really, you're just doing what the guards want you to, ve!
Matthias: *He shook his head, hardening his bones back to normal, the shock from the earlier punch a little too sore and now that he'd clipped the other he knew he could catch them now* I'm doing this cause I want to, the fights, part of the fights is to fight and you know it as much as I do *He swung at him again*
Feliciano: *ignoring the vague throbbing in his arm is easy enough--already the pain from that punch was fading as he adds a bit more speed to his already fast pace. Though running won't be an option forever; he knows he'll tire out and if he tires out too much before the actual fighting starts, he won't be able to dodge any of the potential blows. However, he'd like to avoid getting hit as long as possible* V-Ve, there's no point in asking you to stop, is there?? *dips his head down a bit to try and avoid that punch, hands lifting up to cradle his head and protect his hair from getting yanked on or something* You won't listen to anything I say!
Matthias: That's cause it's stupid, and wastes time *He kicks at him then*They're also about pride and showing what your made of. That's why I actually fight, cause it's fun.
Feliciano: jfeoaif-- *yelps as that foot collides with his ankle, sweeping his feet out from under him and sending him crashing painfully into the sand. He doesn't give himself time to recover--if he doesn't try to get away he's only going ot hurt more. So he's scrambling to get away, hissing as he puts pressure on his ankle* T-There's nothing to pride yourself about fights like this, ve!
Matthias: *Grunts but he's happy the muse game has ended, walks over and kicks at him again this time aiming at the gut* To hone your strength, and to defeat your opponent, and to hear the crowds. That brings a type of pride like no other, and a rush... you should try it sometimes, hitting back, it feels good to hold your own even if you lose in the end *When he finishes his little speech he throws another kick, harder now*
Feliciano: *only managed to scramble halfway to his feet before a sharp kick sends him face-first into the sand again, coughing harshly as he curls in on himself, one hand moving to cradle his stomach and the other still trying to protect his head. It hurt to breathe, with the sand and the foot slamming into his ribs a second time. he's not here to roll over and take a beating, though, so he twists again to try pushing himself to his feet* V-Ve, all that fighting does is hurt people... *spits a wad of damp sand at the blonde's feet, grimacing* There's no pride in that.
Matthias: I've hurt and been hurt, it feels nice to come out covered in bruised knowing you were able to defend yourself, better than coming out knowing you just lay there and gave up. Laying there makes you chew toy, there's no pride in being that. *It was odd, but a predicted odd that the Dane wasn't feeling his usual rush from the fight, of course it was because it came from, well fighting. Being hit back having an opponent fight back with all they got gave more pride and more of a rush just because he knew the other would be trying. Feliciano though, Feli was just running, and that was rather the opposite of trying.*... If you don't try, how will you know? if you don't even try... that's weak... *lunging in for an uppercut now*
Feliciano: *that punch has him biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood, tears coming to the corners of his eyes. However, if he just focuses on his hearing, on what's being said and the sounds of sand beneath his and Matthias's feet, the other man's breathing--the pain quickly ebbs away, and soon he's in a world of blackness with only sound as his guide. He stumbles back and then twirls away to run, eyes instinctively shut* If you think non-violence is weak then you're an idiot, ve.
Matthias: I think not even trying is weak, you don't try! You just run * he reaches forward to pull the other back, definitely not wanting to have another goose chase here* /non-violence/ is only good untill now!... you can get killed, it's stupid... at least try to defend yourself
Feliciano: *ignoring the sounds from the crowd as he's suddenly yanked back--for a moment he can't breathe, and he's not sure why, and it's disorienting and moderately terrifying, but then Matthias's voice is closer and he realizes that the blonde must've yanked him back, and he blindly reaches back to try swatting the other's hand away, so he can keep running* I choose not to fight, so there's nothing to do /but/ run, ve! I'm not going to stand here and let myself get hurt! *been there, done that--not only got beaten half to death by his opponent but earned over a dozen lashes from the guards. Running is his only option without giving the humans the satisfaction of a fight*
Matthias: *There's a rather hash huff, it was like talking to a wall, there was no way to change the fate of this rather one-sided fight. How he was trying to clue in with what it meant to fight back because the fights are never the same when one runs and the other hits, because at least it means they other used everything they had to stay alive.*..... *He stayed silent again now aiming a punch towards their head now that he was forced to let go*
Feliciano: *the moment he hears fabric flutter behind him he's running, barely managing to avoid that punch to the head as he sprints off; the pain of his earlier injuries or future ones can't affect him so long as he's focused and calm; the crowd is deafening in their cheers and boos, so he has to tune them out as he hurries to keep away from the taller mutant--there's no point in talking anymore, anyway. It's too much effort when he needs to focus on running away as well as not hitting the wall; a million things to worry about when all he can rely on is his hearing*
Matthias: *Though he's hearing the crowds clear as ever, something that usually got him riled up it was still a rather empty fight, if it could be called that, he was the only one doing any hitting, when he wasn't running. He didn't want to run anymore and that wish wasn't going to be granted with out effort. He heard vague words from the crowds. this was just a simple fist fight and they were correct. So far only one was really showing what their powers were capable of, something the Dane decided to change. He lunged closer only to side step and send a thick rod into the ground from his arm hoping to trip, while hoping it wouldn't snap if it was stepped on. It was still part of his arm*
Feliciano: *he hadn't realized there was something blocking his path until a hard /thing/ collided painfully with his ankle and sent him tumbling face-first in the sand. Had he been more prepared, he would've rolled with the fall and gotten back up, but it was such a surprise that Feliciano let himself slam into the sand, getting the grit in his mouth and up his nose as his right ankle throbbed from the impact* W-What-- *he spat, trying to wipe the sand from his face as he scrambled onto his hand; the Italian would be able to run, but the sudden, sharp pain in his ankle had broken through his focus as the world slammed back into his face with the rush of a speeding truck, a cacophony of colors and smells and sensations that kept him reeling longer than he should have*
Matthias: *retracting the bone now it was rather amusing that it worked so spectacularly. One miss step and it would have been rather painful for himself or simply be missed completely but it was in the way too long to really swing around like a club. Walking towards the other now he slammed an upper cut, or at least attempt to*
Feliciano: *he's still too disoriented to try and dodge the fist that swings over and slams right into his jaw--a moment earlier and the force might've been enough to make him bite through his own tongue. He can't even manage a proper sound of pain with his jaws and teeth slammed together like that, and as he's sent falling back into the sand Feliciano feels blood coat the crusted sand in his mouth. A quiet groan of escapes him, whiny and weak as he spits out more sand and blood before his hands press into the sand to try and force himself back up and away before Matthias can swing again. The jeers and cruel laughs from the crowd are meaningless to him--useless white noise* Y-You really know how to hold back a punch, veee... *sarcasm is not the best idea at this point but he can't help but spit the words out, along with another bit of bloody sand--he couldn't tell if the pain was from biting the inside of his cheek or his tongue but all he could taste was /bloodbloodblood/*
Matthias: *There was a grin on his face continuing to step forward towards Feli who was trying to stand back up and get out of the way. The grin was nothing like the one from the waiting room it was heavier and ill-suited for the situation almost psychotic considering what was happening in front of him. There was a low pleasured growl from his end, Mathias was finally feeling the rush that he was missing for the first chunk of this fight and he was partly glad for it, it made it easier to fight when he was feeling a kind of pleasure. Sure this was the wrong kind of fight for it, the obvious one-sidedness about it probably made him seem evil considering the other had never attempted to hit back. Made him seem like a mad cat after a helpless mouse and he just grabbed hold and was currently playing with it's life* trust me, I'm holding back more than you think. *For a moment, hoping the other would see it he once again showed off his knuckles protruding making his hands like spiked gloves but this time he was meaning to use it* Lets finish this shall we?
Feliciano: *it would be a lie to say that quiet growl didn't make him shiver a little, finally forcing himself to his feet--though his ankle throbbed as his weight settled upon it. There was little chance of him running now. He kept an arm wrapped around his abdomen, which ached from that earlier kick, and he glanced up and over at the blonde, frowning at the spikes growing from the man's knuckles* ... *a rough chuckle left him, shaking his head as he began to back up* Unless you're aiming to kill me, not even a few little spikes like that are gonna get rid of me. *shakes his head again* S-Stay away from me.
Matthias: I'm not aiming to kill, you'd know if I was*he shook his head reeling back and swinging at him now, wildly. The Dane was aiming at what ever he could catch the power behind each one obvious. He could really hear the crowds now, gotten louder obviously. This had dragged on and now to them it was finally getting interesting* I just want to keep you down it's all
Feliciano: *Feliciano hurriedly lifted his arms to protect his arms from those wild swings, a painful punch slamming those small spikes into him, piercing skin and crashing hard against his own bones--he can feel something crack in his forearm and god that /hurts/, making him cry out a bit as he stumbles back, collapsing as he tries to put all his weight on his hurt ankle*
Matthias: *He continued with his barrage of strikes, never letting up his strength behind them. Mathias could hear the cracks under the cries but he nearly ignored them in favor of continuing on, hopefully ending this with out killing them*
Feliciano: *he can't keep the tears at bay as his arms crack and break under the painful punches, much harder and painful than any hit he'd taken in any fight before now; Feliciano tries to curl in a ball to protect himself, broken arms clenched tightly around his head despite the harsh hot agony it causes--one blow to his head from those spikes and he could very well be dead* S-Stop, stop stop stopstop-- *can't help but chant out that broken plea as he sobs--all this did was /hurt/, hurthurthurtohgod*
Matthias: *The Dane only stopped when the other was curled up shaking, pleading, crying. He panted staring at the sight in front of him. Mathias was no sadist despite what the other probably thought of him by now. He was riled up of course and simply catching his breath, panting softly and now glanced down at the blood covering his knuckles, the skin and the bone spikes. It probably seemed like forever but he opened his mouth to request something he tried to request before* I want you to hit me, while you still can... I know you don't like it but just do it, *He held himself still there, he could finish it easily but the idea of beating someone that seemed helpless, in the corner was against everything* So I feel less guilt
Feliciano: *a choking sob escaped him as he shook his head, blood splattering over his arms and knees as he tried to breathe with failing lungs. His whole body hurt--his arms had taken the brunt of the action, if the misshapen outline of his forearms and the blood pouring from various cuts and punctures said anything, but his shoulders, sides, and even his head had taken a few strikes* I-I can't--p-please, Matthias, I /c-can't/-- *he spat more blood upon himself, amber eyes clenched shut against the sight even if he could smell nothing but the harsh tang of his own blood, taste it with every breath, /feel/ it sliding down torn skin* M-My hands... *it wasn't just that he didn't want to hit Matthias anymore; he /couldn't/. The nerves in his hands refused to respond, they hung limply from the rest of the appendages like prosthetics, dead and useless. He couldn't /breathe/--more tears spilled down his cheeks and he buried his face in the sorry excuse for arms he had left* It /hurts/...
Matthias: *He could easily see the aftermath of his strikes. The best comparison to what was in front of him was like something had mauled him. The sorry excuse left of arms looked well better lack of a word tenderized. The smell of the blood was intoxicating but the sight and the tears sorta canceled it out. Mathias held himself from shaking, angry that it hadn't ended yet that he'd have to give the smaller male more, worse that he'd given him. He refused to just surrender though. There was no clock and he doubted there was anything left to stall.* do your legs still work? *it was a long shot, the suggestion left empty though he knew where he was going with it. He wished it could be different but so far, already all he could feel was guilt. Mathias just shook his head* where does it hurt the most, I think I can end it and not make everything worse but you might not like it...
Feliciano: *he couldn't answer at first, still crying and coughing and trying very hard not to start panicking over just how much /blood/ is oozing out of him, but when the anticipated silence from the crowd swiftly turned into antagonized boos--they wanted a knock-out blow, not a pause just when the action and the beating they'd come to see was getting good. He coughed out another harsh throatful of blood, his vision starting to gray out a bit as static buzzed in his ears* H-Hurts too much... *garbles out, one undamaged leg straightening out a bit bit but the movement shoved a red-hot poker of agony straight into his cracked ribs, making him choke on a pathetic attempt to cry* J-Just /stop/.
Matthias: *He simply nodded at this, ignoring the boos sounding around him. He had to end this now if he wanted the other to be walking again afterwards any time soon. The frown stayed, telling the other he had to end this in ways the other was already trembling about.* forgive me *He reached out and just pressed his fingers into those ribs. With what looked like no mercy*
Feliciano: *Ohfuckinggod--icy stabs of pure pain assaulted Feliciano's mind as those fingers pressed harshly into his side, attacking already damaged ribs. Another choked scream tore out of the Italian as he felt bones shift beneath his skin. More blood clogged his throat and he tried to cry around it, that leg kicking out and into Matthias's chest, trying to force the blonde away and end the assault or shove himself back out of range of those harsh touches* S-Stop!! *sobs harshly, tears clearing away some of the blood staining his face as he tried to scramble away, the movements making his broken bones cry out and claw against the insides of his skin; his vision was blacking out in front of him, white noise buzzing in his ears and muting the sounds of both the crowds and his own pathetic pleas, left bleeding out on the sand with only that mind-numbing agony as company*
Matthias: *He continued to press there, hoping it'd get the other to pass out. Mathias just wanted this to end with no extra damage. He wanted to go back to his cell, and make everything better again. Though for once the smaller male was fighting back now it was doing little, feet planted he wasn't moving till it was over* I'm finishing this, I promise it'll be over soon.
Feliciano: *the other's words didn't even register, that buzzing in his ears drowning everything else out--Feliciano couldn't even hear his own pathetic sobs as he finally gave in and his body started shutting down. It was too much. Blessed unconsciousness swept over him and stole away the pain, his body slumping down over that reaching arm and onto the sand already stained with his blood*
Matthias: *Mathias hears the finishing bell shortly after the slumping. He sighed as it was over, the cheering meant nothing. He shoved the guards out of the way that wanted to drag them both out so he could pick the smaller male up himself. he made him fall, he wanted to be the one to drag him home*
