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Post by valekin on Jun 13, 2007 13:45:08 GMT -8
It wouldn't work out so well. Chrynos would meet much resistance with the grab, and when he rolled onto his back, Valekin took advantage of that, the boy let go of his wrist, and kicked, trying to jostle him out of his arm. But to no avail, it just forced the claws in the arm to cut through it more up to the bones of the wrist, where they'd stop solidly. His free arm slashed to stick it's claws deep in the outside of the kid's leg. To score a hit with his external femoral artery.
That thing was a bleeder.
With the kid's current blood loss, he'd be nearing the pass out point. As people only need to lose a third of their blood to die. Just depends on where that third exits from. Some places are more lethal than others, like the femoral arteries, and the common carotids, or the brachial arteries. These were all targets that Valekin went for with his claws and teeth.
His feet would plant themselves on the floor as well, he was a big guy. And he was tearing up the opposition, literally.
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 17, 2007 8:16:56 GMT -8
It was over. Literally over. The other fighter had won. He was more deadlier and more aggresive. He had the intent to kill, while Chrynos simply had the intent of having a fun spar. Valekin deprived him of that, of course, letting his own blood stain his shirt all over. Chrynos knew that he was already losing, and if he tried to continue this match any further, he was going to die from blood loss. But he was not going to let Valekin injure him from any further, especially with that deep scar already in his right arm.
He quickly lost his control over his feet, letting it drop to the ground just as Valekin tried to get another scratch at him, only to end up opening another hole in his pants. With heavy rasping breathes and a shivering body, Chrynos concentrated on Valekin's eyes. Creepy indeed, and he was suddenly reminded of Mayoko.
His other hand coming up, he grabbed Valekin's wrist. The same wrist of the hand that had the tips of his fingers in his arm. Slightly pulling at it to get it out of his body, he opened his mouth to speak. His voice was whispery, but loud enough for the male to hear.
"I... Yield."
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Post by valekin on Jun 17, 2007 9:56:04 GMT -8
Took him long enough to yield. Valekin pulled his claws out of the arm and took a knee down to the boy's level. The eyes sharpened, and he wiped the claws off on his own tongue. With a smile, he took the boy's shirt and started to pull him along toward the nurses office. Not that the Serb cared about the kid, he just wanted to put it out there that when people got in his way, and refused to surrender when their life was on the line. This could happen.
"You're very brave. And for that reason, I won't let you die."
The blood that smeared on the floors left a trail, from the hallway. All the way to the nurse's office. O. W. Nanda, School Nurse. The door read, he rapped on the door with his claws. And would lean the kid against the wall. Then dug into his pocket and tossed a business card, that just had a cell phone number.
"Maybe if you don't have a grudge, you'll call and schedule an appointment. Just compensation for your arm."
With that, he stalked off towards Mr. King's office. A little messier than he was before hand.
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 18, 2007 1:50:28 GMT -8
Chrynos let out a loud gasp as Valekin pulled the claws out of his arms, the vicious weapons pulling his flesh out from his limp. Dropping flat on the ground, he laid his right arm over his stomach, his left hand on the ground, his fingers slightly clawing at the ground as he braced the pain, his eyes closed as he suddenly found his vision blurring. With the pain clouding his mind and constant thoughts of just giving up, Chrynos found it very hard to keep his mind straight. And then, he felt a jolt of pain surging through his body as his right arm fell on the ground when something, or someone, pulled his shirt, dragging him across the ground.
His whole right arm was covered in blood, leaving a large trail of blood on the ground which narrowed when Chrynos placed his arm back over his stomach. And then, his words entered his ears and despite his clouded and troubled mind, he could still make sense of them and in his head, he cooked up a reply which never left his lips.
"Uhhh... Thanks?"
He did not know where he was, but he could take a good guess where he was now. If there was anywhere one would bring an injured student to a school, it would be the nurse's office. Question was, would the nurse really help someone who does not even attend the school? And then, he felt solid touch his back. A wall? Letting his body relax against the support, he let out a soft breathe, finding his body a bit more comfortable but still in a lot of pain. And then, he felt something hit him softly. Lifting up his left hand, he grabbed the object, something that felt like a card. And once more, the boy's words entered his head.
Then, as the sounds of the boy's foosteps left his ears, he could only mutter a single word as he leaned his head back against the wall, waiting for the nurse to open the door and tend to him.
"Ah... Shit."
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