A game of Cat and Mouse. (Closed)

[Bryce Ide]

Bryce ran the edges of his thinly fur-covered fingers over a metal railing as he strode down a flight of rickety stairs, a creaking whine spliting the air from the old rust at every step. His other hand fell upon the hilt of a broad sword that slept in its sheathe, waiting with hunger for a certain girl's blood. Bryce knew she felt who he was, but hid the feelings. A grin creapt over his horse-like face as he neared the end of the staircase. He glanced around at the looming shadows, calling in a taunting voice.

"Come out, Little Fauna.."

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane stood below the grating frame of the stairs, slivers of light sharp across her shadowed face. It wasn't hard to believe that the man who once nearly killed her now had the putrid, threatening look of the war-horse his personality resembled. A low growl crept from the demi-Falleen's mouth and she quickly clasped her hand over her lips. She had no desire of being discovered; though it was too late. The massive being's head jolted around, staring coldly towards the stares. Towards her.--

[Bryce Ide]

He simple grinned demonicly, pulling the broad sword from its sheathe. Darting forward, he swung the blade down, the staircase crumpling beneathe the razor edge. Gitane had slipped out quietly and sent her lightsabre's blade up. The humming weapon came down near his shoulder and he held the sword up against it. The sharp pain of a small blade spread into his side from a dagger, suddenly. His nostrils flared in anger before he sent the girl sprawling back. He held the tip of his blade close enough to draw a thin line of blood on her troat.

"I've waited four years for this moment, and I will not have you destroy it with toy knives."

He wrenched the dagger from his side and folded it into a useless ball angrily, setting a foot against her stomach.

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane choked below the weight of the heavy hoof. Her mind whirled with options. This battle had just begun, and already she could tell it wasn't going to end well. Gitane reignited the blade of her saber upward, striking the tip against Bryce's wrist just enoug hto make him pull away from her. She rolled over quickly and shoved herself to her feet, a thin streak of blood rolling down her throat. The beastly man was stronger than he was at their first encounter. She suspected this came from the new form he'd been given. He looked a near two meters of powerful height. Clearly the being with the advantage. Gitane took in a deep breath and lifted her saber in time to block a strong swing, stumbling back under the force of the blade.--

[Bryce Ide]

Thirst for the girl's blood enveloped his eyes as he lifted his sword and struck at her again. Only the swings and misses wouldn't do. He gripped the hilt of his blade with both hands. His wrist already burned from the lightsabre's touch, but this only drove him further. Bryce focused his mind on the crumpled dagger, letting it unfold via the force. He sent the dagger sliding along the floor quietly, continuing to swing at Gitane for distraction. With a quick movement, the dagger had lifted from the ground and embed itself in the small of her back.

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane sputtered in shock, her saber freezing mid-swing. She took in a sharp gasp of air and wrenched the dagger out. She stooped down and swung at Bryce's knees, trying not to grimace in pain. She felt the blade graze over his left knee before a thick leg was thrust against her chest, sending her to roll backwards against the floor.--

[Bryce Ide]

The chance to kill her was too ripe at the moment. He wanted to fill her with unbearable pain; leave her to die slowly. He ran forward, leaping over her body as she gasped to regain her breath. A foot was set on her shoulder to keep her down as he made a very slow, very shallow cut from the center of her abdomen to her collar bone. He grinned at the sight of her squirming in pain and lifted his sword to make a horizontal slit over her chest.

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane grit her teeth together to keep quiet. The hoof felt like it was crushing her shoulder from the weight as she felt a cross being formed over her torso. She wriggled to be free as she saw Bryce lift the massive blade to make another careful wound. The tip touched against her forehead, her throat, then her heart as she heard the beast murmuring above her, taunting.

"Eenie...Meenie...Miney..."

Her eyes sprung open as she felt her hand pinned to the floor with the earlier dagger.--

"Mo."

[Bryce Ide]

Bryce slid his blade back into its sheathe. It was his turn to worse the damage without the help of the weapon. It was clear that Gitane was far less powerful; not to mention out of shape from her current condition. Bryce lifted his hand, lifting the girl from the flooring like a doll, with aid of the force. He sent her cascading against the crumpled stairs with a satisfying crack. Lifting his arm and shifting it through the air, he repeated the action, grinning coldly.

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane choked breathlessly, a cold, rusted edge of metal digging into her ribs. Her head felt heavy from the jerking movements she had just endured. A pain-filled groan escaped her throat as she pushed slowly from the wreckage. It would be no use. Gitane set her hand protectively against her stomach before she collapsed onto the pile of distorted metal, an edge cutting into her arm lightly.--

[Bryce Ide]

A brilliant grin formed over the male's face as an idea sprang in his head. He stepped forward and lifted the girl, tossing her to the ground. Darting forward, he planted a hoof deeply against her stomach, as if kicking a ball, and sent her hurtling towards the wall. He plucked her up by her hair, ripping away a piece of railing before striding off towards Helios (http://pub66.ezboard.com/fhadoudojofrm5.showMessage?topicID=10.topic)