Nocere vs Duc

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: Nocere Poema

Representing: Raptus Regaliter

Played By: Deegrading

Blue Player: Duc Disraeli

Representing: Redemption

Played By: Nihilistic_Impact

Sun shining, smell of roasting dead animals, and a buncha freaks enjoying their day off. Nocere was sitting on the grass, her legs crossed and paper plate of random foods on her lap, munching away in an almost mournful way. She had arrived early to get a lay of the land and decided while waiting for her opponent, she'd have a bit to eat.

Duc may be getting a few stares, but nowhere near the number Nocere was receiving. With her teal skin, green tentacle like hair, a black and purple outfit that looked like it was made completely from latex, and her body covered in scars and tattoos, it wasn't hard to realize why so many people found her interesting enough to stare at for a long while. The weirdest thing, and possibly the scariest at the moment, about the alien sitting there, was that between bites of food she'd hum what seemed to be... a delightful song.

Purple eyes looked around the park, it was getting close to the time that her opponent should be arriving, still humming. People loitering about eating, talking, throwing Frisbees with their pet dragons that're half dogs, but no man that looked like he was ready for a fig--

Nocere spotted him waving around a baton not too far away. It wouldn't be long before he spotted her and the fight would begin. Her left hand dropped the chicken (covered in something that looked oddly like pistachio pudding) onto her place while her right grabbed for the 2x2 at her side.

As he started to slowly get closer, Nocere would abruptly stand, sending the plate and it's contents to the ground. She faced her front towards him.

"Boomdiada!" Nocere yelled, to get the man's attention, then rushed towards him. She'd swing the 2x2, once she was close enough, towards the left side of his head. There were nails on the chunk of wood, but at the moment they were facing away from the man's head.

[1/10]

As the 2x2 swung over Duc's head, completely missing, Nocere's humming turned into a cheery little tune, intelligible words escaping her mouth as her opponent ducked down. The alien was not a good singer, in fact she was really bad, but that did not stop her from singing loudly and proudly.

"I love the mountains.

I love the the clear blue skies."

There would be plenty of confused stares as the two continued to fight, with the teal woman singing such a delightful tune. As her Duc went down Nocere threw up her right knee aiming, again, for the left side of head. Her body turning on the tip of her left toes, going with the flow of her initial attack.

"I love big bridges.

I love when great whites fly."

The rod struck Nocere's thigh, which caused her to put emphasis on the word "great" as she sang to the tune in her head. Her brows furrowed as she continued on with her song ("I love the whole world and all it's sights and sounds"), her right arm had slowed once she realized it would miss it's target and got ready for another attack on her opponent.

[2/10]

"Boomdiada!"

Nocere's knee began to pull back and go in for another hit just as Duc had grabbed at her left leg. The next three Boomdiada!'s that were made to come after the first were silenced as the alien lost balance.

The leg that had aimed for another knee to the face turned, the under side of her thigh parallel to his hunched shoulders, and rested on his shoulder, her right calf hung down his back. The heel of her right foot dug into the middle of his back and her right hand dropped the 2x2 and went on to grab a chunk of the hair on the side of his head. She heaved herself forward, raising her body a bit causing his face to be somewhere around her thigh/crotch area.

Indeed this would all look entirely wrong. Nocere did not care though, Hell she barely noticed herself, she merely hoped this man wasn't about to bite through her new pants like Tzenidaar had. Forget the fact that a great half of her nether regions might be completely consumed, these pants were a b***h to stitch up!

Anyway, Nocere's torso would bend down over her opponents head, her right elbow now sticking up into the air, to make it easier for the large steel blade protruding from her forearm to strike into the back of his neck.

Through all this moving and weight redistributing, the pair may fall to the ground with a loud thud... Or not. It really depended on how well Duc was with the situation.

[3/10]

Nocere loosened her grip on Duc's hair slightly as she felt the pressure from the butt of the baton in the middle of her back. As they had began to fall she slid her torso towards the right, the idea to slam the blade into his neck, gone completely from her mind.

As they landed the baton was slide back to it's original size and slam into her left side. A couple of her false ribs broke upon impact and the pain was extraordinary. Nocere felt slightly elated as Duc began to roll away, but with her right leg still in place over his shoulder this might've been a little more difficult. Except the alien was nice enough to pull her right leg up, her knee to her chest, so as he moved she could slam her foot forward, aiming for his head, or at least his left shoulder.

Then she'd roll in the opposite direction and proping herself upon her left knew, and right foot. Her left hand rested on her thigh as she looked her opponent, breathing slowly, savoring the pain shooting through her back.

[4/10]

[There was a lot of guess work on the position of Duc in relation to Nocere. Since I wasn't given anything specific to work with, if it's wrong then...pfft. I'm replying as if Duc had rolled to Nocere's side, not as if she's like over him or something.]

By the time Duc would have pulled the blade out, Nocere would be rolling away to sit herself up. The punch Duc had sent to Nocere's torso would land on her right side and as she rolled, would run down her back. Opening her skin and letting blood to flow freely. Since the author of this post doesn't know how long said curved blade is, she's going to guess that it just nicks one of Nocere's ribs, fracturing it before sliding down to cut open her back.

During her 180 degree roll, Nocere felt the pressure of the baton beneath her, she winced from the pain it caused to her broken false ribs. Once she was upon her stomach, she pressed both palms to the ground and pushed herself up as quickly as her injured body would allow, turning her head to the left to keep an eye on her opponent as she did.

[5/10]

As Duc aimed the wine bottle for Nocere's head, her right arm went up to meet his. Her hand was palm up as she grasped his forearm, an inch or two below the wrist, and twisted it down and towards her, the palm of her hand now facing towards the ground, bringing him closer. He obviously had the same idea and when he got closer, Nocere took her right leg to cross back behind Duc's left.

As soon as her leg was in place, if it got there at all, her left knee rose up as she pushed her whole body forward trying to knock Duc back onto the ground. The blade would cut into Nocere's front, but she would hardly notice as they toppled to the ground.

[6/10]

Nocere was indeed the type to want to snuggle up to her opponent, it made things easier for her since she was more into using her hands than weapons.

Duc did very little, it seems, to stop the pair from falling towards the ground, but he did manage to maneuver them into a position where they both ended up on their side, probably at an angle that would benefit Nocere. Still clutching his left arm, and slowly twisting a bit, she pushed her weight forward, wanting to put Duc on his back, as she had intended before. At the same time, her right leg would unwrap from his, so if he did go back, her leg wouldn't be trapped underneath him. She'd lift her torso from Duc's and put herself in a sitting position, straddling her opponent.

Blood trickled down the front of her body from the cuts her opponent kept running across her stomach. They were nasty little cuts that would slowly get deeper and deeper. The pain was barely even there as he continued his raking, it came to Nocere as a dull stinging and his movements were more annoying to the teal woman than they were pleasurable. Almost like some one tapping morse code onto your forehead while you're trying to read an entertaining book.

This had to stop.

With her free hand (the left, for those who aren't keeping track) quickly grasped his hand, squeezing it tightly and lifted it so his arm would be completely erect. An idea had struck her, overwhelmed her even, and she bent her head forward, her thick, pink tongue sticking from her mouth. It appeared as if the weirdo planned to lick her own blood off the blade, except this particular alien hated the taste of the red liquid, and when the point touched the bumpy surface, she pressed it hard into the muscle. Blood would trickle down and upon Duc's torso/neck area as she moved her tongue up and the blade down, cutting the former's tip into two pieces.

[7/10]

Nocere felt Duc move beneath her, you couldn't exactly pull your legs up like he had without some movement of the upper body, and she was ready for his move. Of course any fighter would take the opening the alien had given him, her mouth open, holding a blade to her tongue? Pfft too easy.

The tip of the blade had already began cutting into her tongue when Duc raised his pelvic area and twisting his body to dig into her mouth further. Nocere's torso rocked forward, but she pulled her head back as quickly as possibly, her tongue cut into two parts and part of her lip and chin were sliced a bit also.

As her head pulled back, her left hand tightened around his right and twisted in a counterclockwise motion, so that his elbow would be pointing towards her. Her right hand would let go of his left, freeing it so he could drink from what was left of his wine if he wished, and used it to slam into his right arm. Nocere's right hand balled into a fist and she struck Duc's elbow aiming to break it.

[8/10]

Duc moved his arm and Nocere's hit didn't break his arm as she had intended. That is quite disappointing.

There was thump as Duc slam his knife into her stomach. This startled her out of whatever reverie she happened to be in a second ago and she looked down at her already soaked belly. Sonuvabitch. He stabbed her again she stood, still holding his right hand.

Both her feet were planted on either side of Duc's torso, but as soon as she stood up, Nocere raised her right booted foot, turned slightly towards the left, and stomped on Duc's face.

[9/10]

Nocere raised her foot back into the air to slam it back down onto her opponents face, but at the same time he had reached up to stab her thigh. She picked her leg up even higher to get the knife from the main artery that ran down her inner thigh. She turned her leg a bit to the left too, so that the knife stabbed the back of her thigh.

The alien slammed her foot down again, causing the knife to go deeper than it would've, this time it aimed for his right shoulder/upper chest area. If/when the boot connected, Nocere would let go of Duc's right arm and begin to walk past his head, away from him.

Blood had begun to sputter out of her mouth and she realized it wasn't from her sliced tongue either. She definitely had internal bleeding and realized that this would be the best time to end the fight, did she know that it had to end here? Nope, nor did she care.

Her left arm clutched to her stomach as she stumbled across the park, blood and spit running down her front.

[10]