07-23-2023, 07:38 AM
So you know how when it's two against one, people usually imagine that the single person is getting his ass beat? Well, what they don't tell you is that sometimes the team of two does a real good job of beating on each other. Or kicking you in the ribs, rather. With what had to be steel toed boots, no less.
The creature rolled this way and that, so thankfully, it was a glancing blow. Saved him a cracked rib or something. And maybe she got a bit for the creature too. It did seem to shiver and for a moment it weakened its hold slightly.
Enough anyway. Mik twisted, left off trying to grab at its collar bone (like that ever worked anyway), and snaked his arm around the thing's neck. They rolled and somehow he was on the bottom, arm locked in a choke hold, greasy hair and back of its head banging against his face. He turned his head to keep from getting his nose broken. Not that he'd look bad, he figured. But a broken nose made things like going down really tough. Just imagining a partners' thigh or leg bumping it made him wince in agony.
Thank the Lady for his leather jacket. Those claws were trying to get at his arms but between the water (he hoped) slick and the leather, they never seemed to find purchase.
Rune was yelling at him to hold on and he listened, that was for sure. At least she was on his side. A little off to the side, hopefully. Less kicky help would be appreciated.
But fuck this thing was strong. He tightened his arm, added his other for increased support and he still knew it was only a matter of time before his hold was pried apart. It bucked on top of him (which, normally, he loved, but not with something like this) and held on for dear life, his fear and anger and rage all competing to see who would win.
Damn that bitch, the Lady of a thousand faces!! She was probably laughing at the fact that he didn't have his lighter. Poor Mik, no way to get his power... Yeah yeah yeah, funny. Hilarious. He had his eyes shut, straining, not seeing anything. That bitch always playing games with him. Always teasing him. And ok, yeah she was the Lady Fortune. But he wasn't gonna give up now. Not yet.
He strained, imagining her laugh, her cruel smile and cold eyes, imagined her then going still to just watch, curious-like, maybe to see the light go out.
No! He just wasn't gonna go out like that, not him, no ma'am. He strained to see her, forced himself to imagine her face, to look her in the eyes. He fought and forced and his rage grew like a fire, his lucky fire, his wonderful flames that meant that he hadn't been tossed away yet.
And she smiled at him. She smiled.
He felt fire flow into him, pure and scouring, the burning ice of a frozen lake washing over him. What felt like arms of air wove around his own and he felt the creature pulled tighter.
Renewed, he squeezed harder, legs now wrapping around its own, air flowing and enhancing his strength.
And his eyes opened for real and there she stood, smile beaming at him as he pulled tighter than he thought possible. He felt a crack- at legs and neck.
Suddenly, it went limp. Mik held it for a moment before finally letting up. It seems quiet. The power still flowed through him and the flows of air seemed to pull into him like tree roots or tentacles or something.
He lay there, its body on him, for just a moment before he pushed off and rolled over to get up.
And wouldn't you fucking know it, but there right next to him was his lighter. He swiped at it as he got to his knees and then stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
He looked up at Rune, exhausted smile on his face. "Well, that's one way to spend an evening." He glanced back at it to add before returning his gaze to her "Fun. But definitely not the type of rolling around I like best." He grinned.
The creature rolled this way and that, so thankfully, it was a glancing blow. Saved him a cracked rib or something. And maybe she got a bit for the creature too. It did seem to shiver and for a moment it weakened its hold slightly.
Enough anyway. Mik twisted, left off trying to grab at its collar bone (like that ever worked anyway), and snaked his arm around the thing's neck. They rolled and somehow he was on the bottom, arm locked in a choke hold, greasy hair and back of its head banging against his face. He turned his head to keep from getting his nose broken. Not that he'd look bad, he figured. But a broken nose made things like going down really tough. Just imagining a partners' thigh or leg bumping it made him wince in agony.
Thank the Lady for his leather jacket. Those claws were trying to get at his arms but between the water (he hoped) slick and the leather, they never seemed to find purchase.
Rune was yelling at him to hold on and he listened, that was for sure. At least she was on his side. A little off to the side, hopefully. Less kicky help would be appreciated.
But fuck this thing was strong. He tightened his arm, added his other for increased support and he still knew it was only a matter of time before his hold was pried apart. It bucked on top of him (which, normally, he loved, but not with something like this) and held on for dear life, his fear and anger and rage all competing to see who would win.
Damn that bitch, the Lady of a thousand faces!! She was probably laughing at the fact that he didn't have his lighter. Poor Mik, no way to get his power... Yeah yeah yeah, funny. Hilarious. He had his eyes shut, straining, not seeing anything. That bitch always playing games with him. Always teasing him. And ok, yeah she was the Lady Fortune. But he wasn't gonna give up now. Not yet.
He strained, imagining her laugh, her cruel smile and cold eyes, imagined her then going still to just watch, curious-like, maybe to see the light go out.
No! He just wasn't gonna go out like that, not him, no ma'am. He strained to see her, forced himself to imagine her face, to look her in the eyes. He fought and forced and his rage grew like a fire, his lucky fire, his wonderful flames that meant that he hadn't been tossed away yet.
And she smiled at him. She smiled.
He felt fire flow into him, pure and scouring, the burning ice of a frozen lake washing over him. What felt like arms of air wove around his own and he felt the creature pulled tighter.
Renewed, he squeezed harder, legs now wrapping around its own, air flowing and enhancing his strength.
And his eyes opened for real and there she stood, smile beaming at him as he pulled tighter than he thought possible. He felt a crack- at legs and neck.
Suddenly, it went limp. Mik held it for a moment before finally letting up. It seems quiet. The power still flowed through him and the flows of air seemed to pull into him like tree roots or tentacles or something.
He lay there, its body on him, for just a moment before he pushed off and rolled over to get up.
And wouldn't you fucking know it, but there right next to him was his lighter. He swiped at it as he got to his knees and then stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
He looked up at Rune, exhausted smile on his face. "Well, that's one way to spend an evening." He glanced back at it to add before returning his gaze to her "Fun. But definitely not the type of rolling around I like best." He grinned.