tiir rumibul; oo3

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
Where: Somewhere on the streets.
When: Morning.
Style: [I'm lazy sob]
Status: Open!
Warnings: Blood and death, because Tiir is a psychopath like that. Also be warned that if you attack him, he will probably just leave the scene f-fffff. :D;

[... Ah. Ahaha—

Guriko is gone again. He should've expected this.

Either way, he goes out to do what always comes to mind when he's in a bad mood: kill. In the back of his mind, he knows that it's wrong (Minato would disapprove—) but he made no promises. He agreed not to feed on others, yes, but not on taking a life.

And right now, morals be damned—he needs to kill.

Consequently, one poor local is getting his head grabbed by Tiir, whose eyes are glowing brightly as he applies pressure. It's a bloody means of killing, but it's familiar and that's exactly what he's aiming for as the man's head bursts, soaking a smirking Tiir in blood.

Tossing the body onto the ground, he starts to laugh, even though there's nothing particularly amusing about the situation. He laughs, because he doesn't know how else to react.

... It's better than crying over this, at least.]

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[asea]

[Given his tendency for it, it's not hard for Walter to ignore most goings-on of those around him. There are a few things that divert his attention from the road before him, however, and the sight of a familiar man bursting another's head from the corner of his vision is one of them. It's distracting enough that the violence brings Walter to a stop a couple yards away.

Certainly, it's gruesome. It also might have been considered unacceptable in another universe, but the local is not someone Walter should find himself caring about, so it doesn't provoke much of a reaction beyond staring. (And flaring up defensive instincts, naturally.)]

[contemptibility]

[... Ah.

Him.

Now this is amusing, that he'd encounter him now. Tiir wasn't in the mood for a fight, as a part of him realized that he shouldn't drag this on, but...

He can make an exception.

He laughs again, his eyes flashing.]

... You truly are a fool, you know.

[He should've run.]

[asea]

[This time, he noticeably reacts by shifting his dominant foot forward when he sees the flashing eyes. It doesn't take a mind reader to see Tiir's words as potential threat -- especially with how Walter already views everything with cynicism -- and running is . . .

Well, even if he wanted to there isn't a place to which he can.

So is it a fight that you want?]

[contemptibility]

[Kill him. Kill him. Kill him—

The only reason he held back before was because of Guriko.

But she's not here anymore, is she?

And so, Tiir lunges, aiming to slice through his side—no point in going for non-fatal attacks this time.]

[asea]

[It's a lunge to kill.

He's not stupid to think otherwise, and it's not a big surprise.

He's vaguely familiar with Tiir's prowess after the first time, so the inhuman speed is nowhere near as foreign and that allows him to narrowly dodge to the side -- just narrowly enough that a corner of the fabric of his top tears. Simultaneously, he twists his upper body in Tiir's direction to throw in a roundhouse kick.]

[contemptibility]

[He leaps back to dodge the kick, before moving forward again—and, in just a moment, ends up behind Walter before aiming for his arm this time.]

[asea]

[He twists back around to move the target arm out of the way while delivering a punch with the other hand. Consequently, with part of his attention on retaliating, the arm suffers a decent gash from Tiir's attack.

Blood.

Not a big deal. It could've been worse.]

[contemptibility]

[Likewise, Tiir twists away to dodge the attack, but not enough, as the punch still connects with his shoulder, sending him back a bit.

He doesn't waste any time, however, in jumping for the nearest roof—but, in the process, he aims to slice off Walter's arm again.]

[asea]

[Ignoring the throbbing of his just injured forearm, Walter pulls the attacking arm back before it springs forward again. In the midst of the thrust, a compact form of his teriques forms around his nails and flies towards Tiir. He already knows it's ineffective; hence, its primary goal is to distract Tiir from reaching his arm, and it quickly dissipates when the adversary hops onto the roof.

This would be the ideal time to use eres, but he remembers the ordeal in the dreamscape and instead clenches his fists, waiting for Tiir to make the next move.]

[contemptibility]

[He simply laughs from where he's standing on top of the roof before leaping off in a flash, this time trying to grab Walter's head.]

[asea]

[When he practically disappears like that, it gives Walter absolutely nothing to predict Tiir's movements, and so he calls upon a black spherical barrier to envelop himself at the last second -- again, as a way of staving of Tiir for a good second or two to make time to draw back, because he doesn't doubt that Tiir's body will eat through it. And when that happens, he leaps back to create space for a two-hit kick.]

[contemptibility]

[And sure enough, the barrier dissolves when Tiir comes into contact with it. At the kick, however, Tiir jumps back, his smirk never faltering.]

Not going to run? Then again, I suppose you can't, can you?

[asea]

[Recalling his extended leg, he stands straight and pins Tiir with a glare.]

What do you want?

[Besides an arm and a head. He knows Tiir means to kill him, but this is entirely too sudden after everything. Still, it's not surprising in the least.]

[contemptibility]

[He tilts his head to one side.]

Isn't it obvious?

[asea]

[Yes. But -- ]

Then why?

[contemptibility]

Hmm...

[He appears thoughtful, before smiling mirthlessly.]

Well, if I must have a reason, then it's because I simply don't like you.

[asea]

[It must have to do with that girl. It would explain Tiir's borderline explosive behavior. They've never liked each other, anyway. And they never will.

His frown deepens.]

There's no longer any point to talking.

[There will be no running here as Walter falls back into position.]

[contemptibility]

[His smirk widens.]

Very well.

[A flash of red—and then Tiir's behind Walter once more, moving to slice across his chest.]

[asea]

[Seeing the incoming flash of Tiir's hand, Walter raises both arms to shield his chest. Consequently, his forearms take in another (bordering on deep but largely superficial) gash as he falls back before spinning on his heels for a side kick to the rib.]

[contemptibility]

[The kick connects, albeit just as Tiir jumps back, minimizing the damage.

He jumps forward again—but now, instead of appearing behind or in front of Walter, he attacks from above, aiming to grab his head.]

[asea]

[It's a little harder to judge distance and speed when Tiir is descending upon him. Walter has just enough time to step back, which removes his head from the line of range but as a consequence exposes his non-dominant shoulder for the grip instead. Not entirely as planned, though preferable to what could have been -- ]

[contemptibility]

[Well, never let it be said that Tiir can't go with the flow of things.

And so, when he ends up grabbing Walter's shoulder instead, he doesn't hesitate to throw him into a building wall.]

[asea]

[The feeling of being picked up and thrown is something Walter is far too well acquainted with at this point, especially after his last scuffle with Tiir. The unfortunate part is that, however much he braces himself for it, it still knocks the breath out of him when he collides against the building wall and tumbles onto the cobblestones -- the fortunate part is that his back took the brunt of the hit, and not somewhere more vital.

He promptly rolls back up, inhales, then kicks off for a punch.]

[contemptibility]

[His eyes wide as he smirks, he jumps back, before lunging forward again in a flash, aiming to grab Walter's neck and slam him back against the wall.]

[asea]

[This time, his neck does indeed get caught. Stubbornly, Walter grits his teeth as his back smashes against the wall again, and swings his arm in an arc to punch Tiir in the face.]