KB vs Twitch

HoH season 09. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.

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Thu Nov 27, 2008 4:10 pm · id 171653941 · page 1

Stage0: Preliminaries

Frostschild Memorial Park

The sun is shining, the audience is pumped, it's a great day to kick a**.

While in memorium of those whom disappeared in the tragic Unity incident, this park is a lively place. In preparation for the fight some HoH fans brought their blankets and barbecues to watch the fight. It's a good old fashioned cookout amongst the violence.

Terrain

General - The green grass and general outdoorisness, while nice looking, should be accounted for.

Weapons - Barbecues, grilling implements, potato salad, trees.

Bonus Effects - Watch out for errant spectators, they're not as contained as usual.

Red Player: KB

Representing: ODESSA

Played By: Deific Destiny

Blue Player: Twitch

Representing: Chumptastic Delight

Played By: Unchecked Twitch

2o ReaverQueen o

Thu Nov 27, 2008 4:26 pm · id 171655003 · page 1

Let the sun shine~

Hiding under the shade of one of the many green trees, the vampire enjoyed the day in spite of enduring heatstroke. His armor afforded him little protection from the sun, but ample enough that he would not be killed instantly. Nausea assaulted the armored man, causing him to shift uncomfortably, his peering offset by the blinding glint of someone's watch.

Insufferable.

KB propped his b*****d sword up onto his right shoulder, notching the blade comfortably against one of the larger spikes of his armor. It was a rather plain suit of full plate despite the 'exotic' spikes scattered across the broader portions. Unlike the gleaming armor of a traditional knight, KB wore a suit that was the color of a wet, pale stone. It was obvious he had endured many battles, and it seemed he made no effort to clean away the various scores and scorch-marks.

"No time." He muttered, wincing at the smell of sizzling flesh. His flesh. Sparing the park one last cursory glance, the darkness of his enclosed helm made his eyes into characteristic glowing slits within the visor, which apparently delighted a few children who excitedly pointed at the "cool" guy under the tree.

3Unchecked Twitch

Thu Nov 27, 2008 4:50 pm · id 171656906 · page 1

Quote: Blue Player: Twitch

Representing: Chumptastic Delight

Played By: Unchecked Twitch

"Huh? Let me see that paper."

A Suit carried over the fight card, showing it to his boss who frowned. She then took the thin-tip Sharpie sitting in her jacket and went about the business of correcting it. While the Suit gave the paper back to the coordinator to reread, D' took off her embroidered windjacket, leaving her in black windpants with a red stripe down the sides and a stylized B on both sides, just under the band. Her shades were also removed-- of course, didn't do well to have things that this guy could grab a hold of. Black athletic shoes and the red Du'Rem flag shirt was the rest of her attire.

The place was cleared enough that she'd know her opponent with all the other people around (not to mention the fact that someone else was pointing him out). She walked from wherever she was and held her right hand out, prompting someone to throw her a staff-- apparently wooden with golden caps and little else to note.

"Hey, you're the guy I'm fighting, right? KB? I'm--"

Quote: Blue Player: D' "Twitch" Aire

Representing: Team Blazestar

Played By: Unchecked Twitch

Also: You should thank her for accepting the staff's last-minute request for this favor, because she was busy helping to pay for this tournament.

Twitch looked up to the sky, then smiled wide as she looked back at him, showing off pointed canines. He could see that she was some sort of catgirl, what with the black-furred tail and ears, and non-retractable claws on her fingers. She had caramel skin and purple eyes, curtains from her Hime cut matching those eyes. Of final note, there was a black triangle under her left eye.

"It's true. Anyway... step out of that tree, we both have better things to do!" She began spinning her staff on her right side.

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Thu Nov 27, 2008 5:08 pm · id 171658384 · page 1

Details, they ever-eluded the simple and bestial monsters of Gaia.

'Step out of that tree' was enough to rouse the vampire fully, spurring him into action against the catgirl. Heavy boots imprinted the soft ground of the grassy park as KB broke away from the packed dirt around the trees' roots in a charge. He noted with disdain that his opponent used a staff, which would complicate matters significantly. With little knowledge of his opponent, KB had apparently chosen the wrong weapon.

A lesson for another time.

His left hand grasping beneath his right, the sword was removed from his shoulder and held high and to the upper right. The b*****d sword afforded him ample grip with both hands which he would use to power and control the motions of his sword as he attacked the catgirl, an adversary he expected to find quite nimble. He would make a rather obvious attack, a downwards slash towards her opposing shoulder. In truth he sought to connect his weapon with her own, so that his forwards motion would drive her backwards. KB was trying to get in close and lock the weapons up, enabling him to put the spikes of his armor to full use.

Immediately wisps of smoke began to billow from spots where the armor was not as protective. These chinks were exposed by the smoke, but more dangerously were allowing the lethal sunlight to filter in to the pale flesh beneath, which could not fend off the brilliant rays with simple padding alone.

KB didn't bother to answer his opponent or make any audible mention of his pain. His lungs empty, he left only the sounds of onlookers, battle, and the sizzling of flesh like fresh bacon to the sunny afternoon.

5Unchecked Twitch

Thu Nov 27, 2008 5:55 pm · id 171662067 · page 1

The guy didn't chuckle, didn't make a noise noting his humor at her lack of armor... he just rushed in. Twitch's brow cocked at his charge, and she promptly ended the spinning of the staff to have the left hand finally hold it, that she could c**k back her right.

The armored man would get close, and with her staff raised with one arm, he'd make contact and force Twitch to brace hard. She never really expected him to actually get close enough to use his weapons or those nasty-looking spikes though... so that was up there just in case, so her arm wasn't taken off.

Her true defense was offense, that right hand pumping forward as if she were throwing a punch, despite her opponent's being at least three feet away by the time she attacked. Her hand opened at the critical point and with a cry of "Sha!" air distorted before her palm, like a droplet hitting a vertical surface of water. The distortion continued rapidly in a Pulsing straight line aimed at her opponent's chest.

The impact (if there) wasn't expected to be "break your body" at all, but with this distance, he'd likely feel the jolt from it hitting his armor. But... if he fell on her, that'd be bad, right? Maybe it was another reason that arm and staff were up, to give her a little breathing room for the inevitable.

Oh, what bad start to this fight...

-1-

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Thu Nov 27, 2008 6:19 pm · id 171664138 · page 1

With a solid breastplate and compact undead frame, the impact to the chest could be considered trivial at best. Provided that this strange force attack was not piercing the armor and was rather simply bludgeoning it, KB would continue his charge through it, forward momentum and muscular legs tugging him through. The force could be assumed to 'disperse' on the breastplate unless it had a method to keep 'solid'.

Smoke lashed away from the fighter, momentarily exposing the ashy flesh to further harm. KB screeched in agony as he slammed forwards through the parted cloud, unable to contain his pain any longer. The shrill sound was unnatural, no air passing from his lips as he angrily cried out at the girl.

His sword which had been coming overhead was still acting primarily against the girl's staff, as intended. A high attack guarded by a high guard with one hand on a long weapon such as the staff would afford KB the advantage, given that the girl had freed her other hand to deliver her attack. The vampire made no attempt to maneuver his sword towards the girl further despite the situation, instead pushing under the mutual lock.

It became instantly clear that KB had no intent of dodging her attack or her staff, let alone his own sword between the pair. Instead he simply twisted his body as he pushed in, aiming to slam her with his spiked left shoulder. His armor was cruelly designed, but thankfully the largest spike upon the shoulder pauldron was only about three inches long. It seemed the vampire didn't have to actually move beneath their weapons, so long as his point of secondary impact ( his shoulder ) was lower then their initial point of contact ( the weapons, respectively ).

This motion of course caused the vampire to slacken his grip on his sword, letting go of it with his left hand. His right gauntleted hand still gripped the sword near to the crossguard, while his left arm was intentionally pinned towards the girl, layers of spikes aiming to cause additional, superficial damage. This also afforded the warrior balance which he would otherwise lose by holding the sword with both hands in such a unique situation.

7Unchecked Twitch

Thu Nov 27, 2008 6:54 pm · id 171667355 · page 1

Instantly clear, indeed! Twitch's eyes were on the nasty spikes the moment the guy started rushing in, and she was kinda prepared to fall under him, but in the middle. To have him press, keep his feet, and still deliver the shoulder charge... should've been absolutely expected. Woooooo, she must've totally blanked or something when she sized this guy up because if things kept on like this, she was going to eat the L, hard.

Getting that spiky shoulder thrust at her was a great way to start. She hissed at the pain, a sound much less impressive than the scream he let out, while being forced backwards. She'd tighten the grip on her weapon, taking care not to lose it since it was really the only chance to block his sword. Still though, she stumbled at least two steps before she got her right foot back under her. She wished she could claim adrenaline as a reason to not really notice that her shirt and chest, just under her left clavicle, had been pierced... but she hadn't really done anything except underestimate the point of wearing armor against a weak attack.

Then... she'd deliver stronger ones.

Twitch twisted on her left leg, pivoting so her right leg was drawn up to her chest in a perfect side-kick preparation. However, when the leg extended, the ground beneath her kicked up. A shockwave, the height of her extended foot to the ground, traveled the short distance between cat and bat. The wave was visible since the Dust Kick always kicked up its namesake dirt particles. Unlike the admittedly weak Pulse, the Dust Kick did have some power to make you go "hmm." Not as much as it could've, what with the lack of momentum behind it.

Immediately after the Kick was delivered, her right foot dropped onto the ground behind her and it was used as a pivot as her right hand was placed at the end of the staff to guide it in a wide arc. Of course, she meant to knock him in the head with this one.

She was going with the idea that he'd re-advance and keep his established advantage, so the quick Kick had some chance of striking. Though, she was playing safe-- maybe too safe, some may think-- and she'd moved backward to protect herself and deliver that swing.

Something had to change, she needed to penetrate his armor... or just continue to beat it inward.

-2-

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Thu Nov 27, 2008 7:12 pm · id 171668992 · page 1

An interesting turn of events to say the least. KB had managed to push his foe back, but she broke away from the action. This left him stumbling after her momentarily before regaining his footing, out of position to deliver an interception to her kick. The result was another peculiar force-attack, one that blinded the vampire as dirt shot up into his visor. He had been looking down at the girl as best his height could afford, and payed for it dearly.

Blinded and repulsed by the force of the kick, the vampire fell back slightly. The loose soil would be easily upturned by a powerful attack, as his heavy bootprints were already being left in the grass. This would spare him from being struck in the head by her defensive swing, but in turn he spent precious time blinking the dirt out of his eyes and giving his head a slight shake.

Swordpoint to the ground, the vampire fumbled for his helm with his free hand. Instinctively, his hand rose to his mouth, metal clanking noisely against metal before blood and bile cascaded from the steel grill. His vomit pouring freely from his helm, the vampire emptied the contents of his undead gut unceremoniously. Every inch of his clammy body was drenched in deathly sweat, a thickish and inhuman thing that stunk of decaying bodily fluids.

To top it off, it was the smell of off-meat being cooked by the baking sun.

This of course only spurred KB onwards, as he found his footing and began his advance. He seemed to drag the sword weakly behind him with his right hand, the point of the large weapon making a line in the dirt. He heaved towards the girl with awkward steps as maggots began to worm their way out from the slits in his helm near to his mouth, signifying the transformation of his maw into something much more rancid and foul.

The vampire could suffer this heat no longer than absolutely necessary.

9Unchecked Twitch

Thu Nov 27, 2008 7:35 pm · id 171671134 · page 1

Twitch nose had been picking up the scent of cooking ever since she arrived on the scene, what with people BBQing (though the wisdom of doing that in a fighting area was highly questionable, as told by some of the other fights that had gone on here). But she didn't think that it was because of him.

"He's... sick..." The words of realization were only a whisper, drowned out from hearing by the sound of his retching. How honorable was it to keep fighting a sick person? Would it be worse to make him continue, or make him sit down? He decided to be here... so the least D' could do was make it worth his while.

All that was decided by the time her opponent regained himself enough to charge at her once more, and she was now paying closer attention to his state. She'd pull a punch as to not... do him in while he was hacking or such. It was in the closer observation that she noticed the maggots, making her lean back, fur bristling in disgust. Of course, she wasn't letting that near her.

Already straightened to a cautious position from her previous attacks, she had her left foot forward again, both hands on the staff. He came... and she arguably had the reach advantage. The first strike would go to the chest again, where the Dust Kick had landed, with a reach and hard poke that was meant to make him stall in just the slightest-- something made easier by his slower charge. After the staff was flipped backwards one half rotation, he got another poke, this time to the head to really stun him. The final hit would come from the staff being spun forward a full rotation so she got enough momentum to bring the cap down on the helmeted head while still stepping back. The spin would help with the power, too-- she'd seen that she could have some success with still striking him hard, and with him being unwell, she shouldn't have to try and actually break his armor to get him out. Rattle his brain, make him throw up a little more... then hope the guy just stops hurting himself.

The top three row of buttons-- Jab, Straight, and Fierce, made for a good 3-hit combo. Yes, she was genuinely worried about his well-being, but wasn't about to let him throw up maggots on her.

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Thu Nov 27, 2008 7:57 pm · id 171673149 · page 1

Clunk!

The cap of the staff impacted the spiked chestplate with a dull sound, jerking the upper body of the man slightly as he continued his drudging. KB questioned absentmindedly the material of the staff, assuming the caps to be gold-plated or painted. To use actual gold, a relatively weak metal, on the ends of a weapon designed for serious combat would not be wise. The malleable nature of the metal in conjuncture with the constant impacts of the staff might not bode well.

Of course, if the vampire had any thoughts of the weapon not being solid, they were abandoned by the poke to the head. It snapped his head back but he continued forwards, his face coming level with her. He didn't seem to be phased by the attacks, though smoke was wisping eerily from his visor where the sun had flashed through when his head snapped back. With finality, however, KB walked dispassionately into the last strike of her talented combo.

He dropped to a knee, the staff smashing upon the crown of his helm. The steel might be dented, but the helm itself would not be split. Blood poured forth from the wound but was hidden from sight, the warrior's only signs of discomfort coming again from the choking heat of a lazy afternoon. There was no real sign that he had been stunned by any of the attacks, not even that one that brought him towards the ground out of sheer force.

His reply was simple and powerful, made with wild desperation. His right arm snapped forwards in the relatively short space between the two, accounting for the distance of her staff. There was no way he could conventionally reach the girl from there, even if he managed to get his sword under her staff. He assuredly would, unless her staff shattered in a flurry of slivers and continued downwards, following the path of fetid liquid drenching the front half of his body towards the ground.

"..." A suspenseful silence befell the moment, and as the spectators looked to KB's right hand, they would find fingers outstretched, gauntlet... empty.

He had thrown his sword at point-blank range, clearly intending to viciously tear the girl's abdomen with the point of the large bladed weapon.

11Unchecked Twitch

Thu Nov 27, 2008 8:36 pm · id 171676960 · page 1

Painted. There was no point in using real gold in a fight, was there? It was like using a diamondkatana. While it had the ability to split a molecule in half, you wouldn't want to dull the blade on so simple and mundane a feat. If someone looked at a picture of her staff in rest or when not moving quickly, they could see that it was painted as well, especially now after the attacks.

They'd have the chance to look after the final hit, where Twitch backed up once more, spinning the staff so that it was back in a ready position. Just because he was on a knee meant little... he may be about to pick out some of his magic to throw at her, and she had to be ready. Was she ready for his sword? Yes, and no. She was ready for an attack, some incantation she'd have to interrupt, or a sign in the ground to stop him from making... it was all a result of his position on the ground, this thinking. To think that he'd the power and ability to throw his sword at her...

She'd be able to see him do it, though... the bigger his motion, the quicker she knew what he was doing. In the end, she half ducked, half dashed forward. She was quick, but not quick enough... the sword sliced into her left arm something good, making her tense up considerably and lose that hand's grip on the weapon, all while hissing her pain. It came in such a way that it actually stabbed,rather than one of those "super close calls" you see on tv all the time. No, this was a "you got away, but this one's gonna smart' deal that had a chunk of flesh removed and a spray of blood following the tip of the sword, spinning as it fell where it may.

Now, she could claim adrenaline as leaned back hard, then thrust her right hand forward. The tip of the staff was on its way down without a guide, until Twitch's elbow slammed down on her butt cap, lifting it back up in time to have the cap pointed in the middle of that eye slot. Her moving into the thrust straight from her lowered position likely helped her generate a bit more power in it, something that was needed with the lack of a right hand on the end to guide and give the thrust more power.

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Thu Nov 27, 2008 8:57 pm · id 171678918 · page 1

KB's arm had remained outstretched before him, as he was looking past it. It seemed to have been a line with which to aim, and his weapon had struck. The smell of her blood being shed was enough to make him salivate, his tongue lashing across his dripping teeth to catch the excess fluid. It was only a small taste on the air, but mingled with the other smells the freshness of it was exciting.

The staff dipped down, her elbow seemed to bump the back end of it, causing the point to jump up towards his helmet. Thankfully, KB had both of his hands free and would now take full advantage of that fact. His right arm bent at the elbow, forming a horizontal, plated guard. He'd use his forearm to deflect the thrust to the right side, using her lack of control against her. The spikes sticking out across the forearm plating would ensure that the staff rode along them, likely gently notched between them. By leaning his head to the left, a relatively small target, KB would be able to redirect her attack well outside of any lethal range.

He did not stop there, however. His left hand would rise as the staff missed his head, and hopefully he would manage to take ahold of it. His gauntleted hand would attempt to firmly grasp the weapon from his left side, ensuring a grip that had his fingers curving overtop the weapon. If he was able, he would deny her the upwards motion of retrieving her weapon simply by holding it, allowing his right arm to twist in a "wax on wax off" sort of motion that would end with his right hand gripping the staff with it under his arm, at which point he would make a strong tug, hoping to pull the girl off-balance or wrench the staff from her hands. All of this was one fluid set of motions, combining a dodge and a grab into one counter.

13Unchecked Twitch

Fri Nov 28, 2008 6:08 pm · id 171746610 · page 1

"Hngh...!"

He wasn't as helpless as she'd thought... ah, she'd remember it as they kept going. It really didn't do well to show him much in the way of mercy, then. It was a very refreshing and relieving thought.

She couldn't stop him from grabbing the weapon, and there would be a short... very, VERY short tug-of-war session, where she instinctively resisted his pull, putting her right leg behind her at the same time. It didn't really do anything for her, other than keep her from falling, since she was going into leaning back. His pulling kept her on one foot though, and she was in real danger of getting pulled into him again, meeting that armor. Again.

That's when something clicked in the back of her head, and she just let the weapon go. To be sure, the whole process... her leaning back to resist, then letting go, took about a full second or more, depending on what frame of the reel you were starting from. When she finally did land her back leg on the ground, her face contorted into some sort of annoyance, though not for the obvious reason of "he's got my weapon.'

Since she didn't resist so much and he was already on a knee or so, he wasn't expected to fall back when he let go, but there should be the slightest stall, since he was suddenly pulling on a lot less. In whatever stall of realization there should be, D' brought her right leg back around, sweeping it along the ground and twisting her body hard to her left. One would expect her to let fly with a roundhouse, but she instead went through a complete 180-degree turn while moving closer to him. Flowing seamlessly into another 180 turn so he wasn't facing her back, she dropped down into a low squat. At this point, she was face to face with his squatting position.

But... there was time to move if not in the first spin, then the second, and she was subconsciously prepared for him to be standing. Which... would be fine 'cause then he'd be even more surprised when D' launched into a somersault from point blank range. Still, that preparation meant she had her arms up in enough position to cushion a blow if she was THROWN UP ON by this time. Still, at least she thought she was fast and good enough to pull this off.

"San!" Her right foot was first to rise, its aim to knock the helmet up somehow. She wouldn't pretend to know the intricacies of his helm, but there should be some point where they connect, where he could actually take the thing off. All she needed was for it to slip up, just a wee bit.

"Sin!" The left foot followed, more outstretched that if the helmet miraculously came off, she'd hit him in the chin. Whether or not the helm came off, the second foot would've impacted against his chest on the way up, and if he wasn't ungodly heavy, probably lifted him a couple of of feet from the ground.

"Swen!" And to finish it off, she didn't land like a normal person should. D's body twisted in air, righting and positioning for a right axe kick to the top of his head, sending him back down. To the ground? Back into that kneeling and throwing up?

It wasn't a very practical move, or a practical hope... taking the helm off with one foot? But hey, that might be the very reason why it worked. Also, there was no reason to worry about her not having enough power to do it, seriously.

-5-

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Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:10 pm · id 171812787 · page 1

He'd stolen her weapon!

The tug-o'-war had been relatively short, and the undead knight was slightly surprised she had let it go so easily. There was a moment where he began to lean back from the force of her letting go as he tugged, causing him to wobble slightly. The realization that he had her weapon came in time with her spinning, and he scarcely had time to appreciate her grace as she swept in. KB himself could not claim such dance-like moves, but instead remained in place, prepared.

These seconds afforded him little in the way of motion, to stand or defend. The only effective defense was an offense, and he had no time to consider one thoroughly. It was martial reflex that kicked in, the vampire snarling as his left arm slid towards his chest. A shoving motion was made by the hand, as the right hand loosened its grip. The result was that the weapon was freed of the left hand, curled fingers of the right guiding it along its course under the forearm. The left would snap closely tightly near to the end of the staff, the right doing similarly as -

'San!'

Boot to the face. KB would have rolled his eyes if they weren't already back in the pitch black of the helm, the small slits offset by her kick. He was blinded, and his darkvision offered only the interior of his helm ( which he noted could use some scrubbing ) and nothing more. The girl managed to hit up under the spikes that crowned his helmet, which was designed in such a way that the face remained relatively smooth. To adorn too many spikes on the helm would complicate its finer motions, such as the visor lifting, which it did.

Lamprey-maw wide, the serrated daggerlike teeth surrounding the cavernous hole lashed against one another. They gritted loudly, mashing the larvae between them into a slick goop that mixed with the already present refuse. The sun's light poured into the opening, filling the mouth with fire. Pain rocked the vampire as he reacted in a manner dominated by rage, the brutality of his in-motion attack magnified by the imminent destruction of his lower-face.

His arms moved like a spring, slamming left as he twisted his body. The staff wanted to stay in place but could not, and so it was 'dragged' around. Supported by the underside of the right forearm the attack was given power and control, the end of the staff anchored finely. The end result of this was that the weapon bent as it would allow ( given its length ) before springing forwards in motion with the sweeping strike. The weapon exploded forwards in a horizontal sweeping motion, not with any arcane flair, but with simple physics alone.

KB was blinded by wholesome darkness, shaded from the sun as he leaned forwards. He loved it. He loved it so that he was in indescribable agony when she robbed him of it, her second strike tearing the helm from his head. He thought he heard 'Sin!' but could not be sure. Between his screeching and the fire in his ears there was only orange. The sun beat upon him harshly, his tangled blonde hair vanishing in nearly an instant. Everything from the neck up became a bonfire, the scar running from his left eye down along his jaw ripping open even as spots of pale skin burst and blackened.

He would fall face-first during his attack, an attack which would be his last He would either sweep the feet out from the girl or hit her side, he did not know which. There was no time for regret, no time to worry that he might not be carried out of the sun. Simply put, it was as he had said.

"No time."

15Unchecked Twitch

Sun Nov 30, 2008 7:12 am · id 171876602 · page 1

If the second hit connected, then she was already upside-down in the air, going through the motions of her turn. KB's conscious or unconscious manipulation of her staff meant that while she was about to turn, she took it hard in the shoulder. This would've probably been fine, a solid hit that she could just thumbs-up to the guy at the end for landing, except it happened to the left. This was the same shoulder that had a hole in it, and for this she screeched. Her body was sent on a new path, flipping almost in place as she was denied the finisher on the Delta Kick.

Through it all, instead of twisting to strike, a hard snap of her waist was used to position her body so she could landed on her hands and feet. However, when her shoulder re-registered the pain of landing like that, she winced and immediately picked up her left arm, taking the weight from it.

Instincts and training told her to look up and prepare for another defense, but it took very little time to discern the state of her opponent. He'd been screaming and burning, but she thought that her awesomeness had triggered some EXSpecial mode, feet of flames or something else for the cameras and cooking spectators to be amazed at. It was only here, as KB was down and she had time to wonder why he was so sick and burning and smelling like throw-up. (Actually, she knew the last one, she'd seen him do it. But maggots?)

Whether or not he continued to burn, after about ten seconds of him being down and her waiting for him to do something while she figured out his ailment, she started dragging him back into the shade. Dude was heavy.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know..."

Being subspecies Vampiric, she could eventually tell a Trueblood and knowing that she'd caused him so much pain by casting him in light didn't sit well with her. It wasn't often when you met one, much less had the honor of fighting one!

-6 : No time. -