Snake Eyes

[Kazuya Hikari]

Both of his shoulders grabbed after his opponent had dropped both batons, the soldier would fling out his now free baton in his right hand and snap it across the side of Dillon's head, opening up another gash, just as Dillon would pull himself towards the soldier and sink his teeth into the soldier's neck. Unlike his other fellow soldiers, who had screamed or cried out in pain, this soldier would simply grit his teeth and let out a muffled scream of pain.

He wasn't going to give his opponent the satisfaction of hearing his pain. He would repeatedly whip his baton against the side of Dillon's head and neck, opening up as many gashes as he possibly could, before the toxin took effect and his left arm was disarmed while a piece of his neck was ripped out. Dropping to the ground immediately, blood freely flowing from his neck, the soldier would continue gritting his teeth, before eventually dying from blood loss.

The last and final soldier stepping forward, the bottom of his boots ending up coated in the blood of his fellow soldiers, he would toss aside the second baton he had picked up, leaving him wielding just a single baton, and would stop a little ways from Dillon, holding the baton in front of him, like a blade. He wasn't going to make the first move, that honor would be given to his opponent, who had managed to single-handedly take down the other nineteen soldiers he served with in the squad.

[Dillon Kyne]

The final attacks from his opponent left one side of Dillon's face bleeding and bruised, but whatever was in control didn't seem to care. As the soldier sat at his feet dying from blood loss, Dillon searched his pockets in vain for any remnants of drugs or the like. With no success, he'd glare over at the remaining grunt, his eyes twitching from the damage that had been racked up on Dillon's body.

Sure, the wounds were slowly healing, but with the steady amounts of lacerations he was receiving, the pain was starting to take its toll. When he realized that the last soldier was waiting for him to attack, Dillon would bare his blood-soaked teeth at him, as his body seemed to tense up. Soon enough, all of the cuts on his body would begin seeping a dark purple liquid. "Die..." This was the only warning he'd give before rushing the man, his arms trailing behind like a couple of limp noodles.

His movement was erratic and dodgy, causing him to move back and forth much like a snake slithering toward its prey. He'd swipe at his opponent with his left hand, his fingers spread apart to allow each one to cause a trickled line of poison to fly at the soldier. He wasn't trying to hit him with his body, only the poison, though what came next was a different story. His body would leap at the man, turning sideways so that if he hit their bodies would make a "t".

His upper body would be facing the side that the soldier was wielding his baton, with both of his hands latching onto the arm. If all went well, he'd let the combination of his blood and poison be absorbed into the man's arm, biting at his forearm if there was any sign of resistance.

[Kazuya Hikari]

His eyes glued onto Dillon, watching his opponent's erratic and unpredictable movement, the soldier would quickly evade the swipe, the purple liquid on Dillon's fingers missing him by mere inches. As Dillon tried to leap at him, the soldier would dodge roll to his left, coming up into a crouched position, and would lash out with the baton at Dillon's exposed ribs, but also left his arm free to be bitten, as the soldier would grit his teeth in pain, but with his free left arm, would go to punch Dillon in the head as much as he possibly could, before the poison eventually did its job, and would cause his body to lock up, before slumping to the ground.

Now only the lieutenant remained, and as he cracked his knuckles and neck, he had watched his opponent take out his entire squad. He was ready.

"Bring it on... worm."

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon's attacks on the last grunt hadn't gone according to plan, taking a quick attack to his ribs as he leaped over the man, but this gave him the opportunity to grab and bite into it in the process. He took the blows to the back of the head, causing his vision to blur by the time the man finally went limp from the deadly bite. He'd release his bite as he got back up to his feet, stumbling backward a bit as he did so.

His body was on its last legs, so to speak, and he knew that. Unfortunately for him, he had his biggest challenge heading his way, and he could barely keep his eyes focused. The lieutenant was taking his time, so Dillon decided to try one thing before taking on the massive soldier. He ran over to the pile of bodies from the beginning of the fight, stumbling over to them before scouring their packs and pulling a canister from three of the men. Without even a second though, he'd inject all three of them into his neck, turning back toward the lieutenant. 

The rage still apparent in his eyes, Dillon would cackle once more as a hissing sound came from each of the wounds on his body. The drugs would course through in veins, increasing his regenerative powers and quickly healing the many wounds on his body. They wouldn't all be fully healed, but it was enough to bring back the fighting spirit he had during the start of their little encounter. "You got the shape right, Rudolph, but I think a Snake is more appropriate." I thin cloud of both clear and purple mist would surround him, as he took a couple steps away from the pile and waited for the lieutenant.

[Kazuya Hikari]

"You'll need more than the drug canisters of my squad to help you against me worm."

Dursden would scoff, as he'd pull a roll of white bandages from the small shoulder pack he carried and begin wrapping them around his hands and arms. Once that was done, he'd pull out a gas mask from the pack and slip it on, which would not obscure his vision at all. Beneath the gas mask, Dursden would finally show a hint of emotion, a smirk slipping out. The fool had injected three canisters in succession into his bloodstream.

One Blue, one Yellow, and one Green.

He would feel the effects of the overdose very, very soon. Without warning, Dursden would take off, and Dillon would find the lieutenant moving much quicker than the now dead soldiers of his squad. As soon as he was within range, Dursden would rear his right fist back, only to have his left hand shoot out and go for Dillon's throat, to try and grab it and throw the fool as far and hard as he possibly could.

(OOC: Dillon has one post before he feels the effects of the overdose, and two posts before he blacks out unless injected with a Purple Canister.

Durden's stats:

Strength: 40
Dexterity: 40
Constitution: 40
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 40
Charisma: 40

Augmentations:

Red Muscle Strength - Muscles increase and strength and defense are enhanced for a lack of speed.- +5 Str/Con -5 Dex

Horns/Spikes/Blades - Horns/Spikes/Blades protrude from the body to fulfill many rolls from melee, to ranged attacks- +5 Dex/Str

Teeth/Nails - Your teeth and nails are sharpened and elongated. Also very durable.- +5 Str/Dex, -5 Cha)

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon wasn't aware of the overdose that was imminent, nor did he care at the moment. The only thing on his mind was taking out Lieutenant Dursden, and nothing was going to stop him now. He'd almost lose it when the man pulled out a gas mask and put it on, letting out a full blown belly laugh. For someone that had watched how all of his squad had been taken out, the lieutenant wasn't very bright. No that it mattered. He'd writhe in pain like the rest soon.

Not only had his healing increased, but he felt a surge of new power, which was a welcome boost. Now the real fight would start, and Dillon wasn't holding back anymore. Behind the purple haze of his poisonous mist, his skin had now become covered in a similar poisonous liquid. His opponent may have had a gas mask, but there was no protecting him from Dillon's full arsenal.

He'd watch as the large man rushed at him, feinting an attack with his right and following up by attempting to grab Dillon by the throat. Though he was faster than his subordinates, it wouldn't be enough to catch Dillon this time around, as he would duck, twist his body a bit, and come up to bite the lieutenant in one fluid movement. He wouldn't latch on, and would instead let go and spin around to his back. Once there, he'd try to jump onto his back, biting at his spine in the process and spitting as many times as he could into the wound. He'd keep his hold, almost wanting the big man to get in an attack.

[Kazuya Hikari]

As Dillon went to bite Dursden the first time, he'd find the lieutenant's ham-sized right fist come ramming at his face, as he'd slug Dillon in the cheek, knocking him off course, while simultaneously yanking his left arm back, leaving Dillon to bite nothing but air. Trying to quickly turn to face Dillon, Dursden couldn't move fast enough, and would just barely make out Dillon leaping at his back, but beneath his mask, he would smirk.

As Dillon jumped, he would find spikes rushing up to meet him, emerging from Dursden's back, and if he couldn't figure out a way to avoid them, he was about to be shish-kabobed. At the same time, curved blades would emerge from Durden's forearms, going up along his arms to his shoulders, as he would thrust one arm back, to try and catch Dillon with it as well.

[Dillon Kyne]

Taking a punch to the face was never fun, but Dursden made it memorable. For a moment he was seeing stars, causing him to miss his bite attempt at the man's other arm, but he still had the rest of his attack planned out. He' make his way to the lieutenant's back and pounce, which may have proven to be a bad idea, as a number of spikes came out of his back and curved blades can from the back of his arms. It was too late to evade damage, so, Dillon tried to make the best of it.

Reaching for the front of his head, he'd grip the gas mask that Dursden was wearing and begin to pull it up as his boots pressed against the least dangerous part of the spikes (in-between spikes) on his back. He'd push off of the spikes, causing a number of the spikes to pierce the bottoms of his boots and skewer his feet a bit, but this allowed him to take the mask while the lieutenant attacked with his bladed arms. Dillon would, however, get cut in the abdomen as he made his way back. 

Now, since Dursden didn't have the gas mask, he would put it on himself and begin running around the large man in circles. The whole time, he'd point his hands toward him while shooting poison mist at him, as well as releasing it from all over his body. He would, of course, pay attention to what Dursden was doing, but something inside was off, so this was his last ditch effort to take him out. In the end, there would be a huge cloud of mist surrounding and engulfing both of them, and he'd finish it off by spraying some clear liquid at him on his last time around. Either way, it felt like the end of his fun for the day.

[Kazuya Hikari]

As Dillon went to grab the gas mask off Dursden's face, he would find no resistance on Dursden's part. In fact, the mask would come off easily... too easily. Whipping both arms back in front of him, forming an X-shape and covering his face, as soon as Dillon had finished running circles around him, and he was completely surrounded in the cloud of poison mist, he would appear to be standing completely still as Dillon sprayed the clear liquid at him.

The blades protecting most of him, though a few droplets would still land on him, Dillon would receive no reaction from the lieutenant, almost like he had died standing up... or did he? His eyes snapping open, he'd whip both arms out to the side, and would begin rotating at a rapid rate, like a whirlwind, the curved blades acting like the blades of a fan, and would blow the poison mist away from him. Once he had cleared the poison mist far enough from him, he would leap backwards, landing away from Dillon, letting out a low growl-like chuckle.

"Come on worm, that the best you got!?"

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon would smirk at the lieutenant as he spun his body around to blow the mist away. The man seemed to have a number of tricks in his own arsenal that made getting close to him difficult, but it didn't matter anymore. He may not have breathed any of the mist, but the fact remained that his body was still within the vaporized poison for awhile. He didn't need to breath it in for it to take effect; that just made it work all the more quickly.

Not to mention the placement of his hands on Dursden's shoulders, having seeped poison and toxins into his skin at the time. It may not have been immediate, but most predators didn't even notice the deadliness of their prey until after they were finished. Dillon could only laugh weakly at the large man's boast, keeping the true facts to himself as he fell to his knees. "No... But that's all you're gonna get..." With one last cackle, he'd collapse onto the pavement once again, trying his best to keep from losing consciousness.

[Kazuya Hikari]

As the mist began to drift through the air, through pockets of clearings in the mist, Dillon would be able to make out the body shape of Dursden... except the lieutenant appeared different... much different. With a swipe of his blade, he would cut through the mist, revealing that beneath his uniform, he had formed a blood red exo-skeletol armor that completely covered his entire body, which had protected him not only from Dillon's poison touch, but also made his punch more devastating.

"Hah, look at you, lying on the ground like the worm you are-"

Dursden would sneer, only to be cut off mid-sentence as some blood would drip onto the ground. He'd then feel his legs go numb, a blade sticking through as his chest, as from behind Dursden, Dillon would make out an duster jacket-clad figure with a sword in their hands, having ripped through the lieutenant's back and out the front of his chest. Who it was exactly though, Dillon would be unable to tell from his position. The figure quickly ripping the sword out from the lieutenant's back, Dursden would fall to the side, crumpling to the ground, blood rushing out through the wounds in his back and chest, pooling around him, before his body would eventually slump and his eyes returned to a sharp, clear blue, and became cloudy and distant.

"Pathetic, Lieutenant Dursden."