[1v1] Not a Fan of Yours (Senga & Mengyao)

[keiifuu]

Senga was in a suspiciously decent mood, which was certainly one of the oddest things for the executioner to be in. The voices in his head were strangely quiet today, only rumbling once in awhile. Their cacophony had become like a second voice in his head a long time ago, something he could fathom and deal with on an average day. The Lair was slowly becoming something familiar to him, a mental map spiraling into place in his mind as the days spent roaming it and working in smithy's and the like droned on.

Turning a corner on his way towards the training grounds, Senga blinked as something contacted the sole of his foot that was definitely not dirt or sand. It was long silk.

It was Mengyao.

Oops.

"Ah." Senga blinked, ruffling his wings and frowning up at the Conquest Noble.

"You again."

kurotomato

HAHAHA INTRO POSTS WUT R THOSE

 

[kuropeco]

He had almost been in a pleasant mood except not really. When was he ever in a good mood lately? Sometimes he felt as though he were treading in lukewarm water, unable to go forward, unable to simply let go and let himself drown. His thoughts had been entirely messy as of late, and Mengyao was not very pleased with himself, nor with his own situation.

Nor was he pleased with the fact that he found himself stuck in the Haunted House again - and being run into by certain war horsemen.

"Ah," said Mengyao, echoing the other's greeting. "Little Senga. What a...pleasant surprise."

Or not.

keiifuu

IDK WHAT ARE WORDS

 

[keiifuu]

Senga stared at Mengyao the way one stared at a particularly obstinate dog. "Did you really just call me little?" He retorted dryly, the skulls on his pelt rattling together in tandem. He glanced at the Conquest Noble appraisingly, flicking his wings once in awhile. "Pleasant? If you insist."

He stepped away from the other just enough so that they had a fitting space between each other before turning on his heel to look Mengyao in the eye. "I suppose you'll do - shall we spar? I imagine even beneath those long sleeves of yours you've got some fighting spirit left."

He gestured with his hands around him; the empty spaces were perfectly big enough to hold two fighting horsemen, and he'd always been interested in seeing how the men of Conquest fought when they weren't dueling with words.

kurotomato

DONT ASK ME I SPEAK SLANGLISH REMEMBER

 

[kuropeco]

Mengyao gave an innocent shrug. "It was merely an observation, not an insult," he said lightly, though it was very clear that this was most certainly not the case whatsoever.

He absently rubbed his wrist again, fingers brushing against the grey, and turned dual colored eyes towards the other again.

"A spar?" he repeated, flicking his hands in an almost irritated manner. "Well. If you're quite certain, then I suppose we could have ourselves a little sparring match..."

A bow fizzled into being between his fingers, Mengyao already stretching back the wire, an arrow in his grasp.

"Let's see how this plays out, shall we?"



[ HP: 40/40
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A.
FEAR: Y2 Chill ]  

[keiifuu]

Senga's lips curled into a slight smile. "Yes, lets." He mused, examining the bow with a curious eye. Few of his brethren battled with those weapons as their favored choices, though he quite distinctly remembered Jay getting her hands on one when they were younger and using him as unsuspecting target practice.

Allowing his dagger to materialize in his hand, Senga rocked back on his heels, blinking at Mengyao in amusement for a moment. "Let's test your aim, shall we?" He mused, allowing the hood of the pelt to fall away from his tawny hair.

Without another word he lunged forward, a tawny blur of feathers and fur. He caught the man in the shoulder with his dagger, digging his feet into the ground before leaping - vaulting above and behind to pull the dagger out and lash out at the noble again from behind.

If this was a true spar, than he would treat Mengyao the same as he treated any other horseman of War.

And that meant no holding back.

HP: 40/40
Target: Mengyaoi
Damage: 8
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

kurotomato

 

[kuropeco]

He hadn't even really tried to shoot the other, not really, otherwise he would have hit his target. But Mengyao was not exactly one to approve of getting his hands dirty, whether metaphorically or literally.

Senga's lunge caught him by surprise, the bow dropping from his fingers and clattering noisily to the ground. He fell backwards, grappling for Senga's wrist and giving a hiss of pain as the knife sliced into his shoulder, twisting him around to yank the other off of his feet.

"You little - "

He threw the war horseman away from him and lashed out, landing a grazing blow to his side.



[ HP: 32/40
Target: Senga
Damage: 3
FEAR: Y2 Chill ]  

[keiifuu]

Senga rumbled at the grazing blow, regaining his balance with a low, wolf-like growl. He twisted the dagger between his fingers, glancing at the fallen bow and back to Mengyao.

He tilted himself into a slight crouch, the bones of his pelt rattling quietly together. Where Mengyao was disapproving of dirt and grime, Senga had grown up rolling in it, fighting off older war horsemen and scrabbling to gain respect when his body refused to grow as tall or as muscled as everyone else.

He folded his wings against his sides, the feathers smooth and glossy. In case Mengyao picked up that bow again, he wasn't about to give him a large target by keeping them unfurled constantly. After all, he'd been shot there once, and wasn't exactly rushing to do it a second time. No thanks.

Exhaling, Senga moved for Mengyao again, this time feinting to one side and drawing the dagger to slice across the other's abdomen. "I thought you knew what you were getting into," He rumbled landing lightly on his feet behind the other, next to the bow, "but then, I imagine you nobles fight more with your words than your fists."

HP: 37/40
Target: Mengyao
Damage: 5
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

kurotomato

 

[kuropeco]

He smirked, but it was cut relatively short as a wince passed across his face, the dagger slicing a line across his stomach. Mengyao automatically lifted a hand, pressing it to his abdomen and gave Senga a hard look, his lips quirking upwards.

"Unlike the illustrious War clan, we prefer ourselves not to look like we've been rolling around in the dirt all day, yes."




[ HP: 27/40
Target: Senga
Damage: -
FEAR: Y2 Chill ]  

[keiifuu]

"Oh, and I'm sure that will help you when hunters come knocking at our doors again." Senga teased wryly, his wings twitching. He kicked the bow over to Mengyao with a rumble, tilting his head up at the other. "Sometimes a little dirt on your clothes is necessary to win."

Sighing, he flicked his wings again. "Now, are we going to get back to the point at hand, or discuss the fine points of War and Conquest all night long?"

HP: 37/40
Target: Mengyao
Damage: senga y
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

kurotomato

 

[kuropeco]

"And sometimes a little class is necessary to keep yourself respected," said Mengyao, his lip curling a little as he bent to retrieve his bow, absently smoothing his fingers down the wooden surface of it. "You really think anyone will take you seriously if you look like a pack of wild animals?"

He drew back an arrow, but it was a lazy shot, hardly grazing Senga's side.

"Ah, but you are right. There is little to discuss in the differences, seeing as how it is already obvious Conquest is far superior."




[ HP: 27/40
Target: Senga
Damage: 1
FEAR: Y2 Chill ]

Keiifuu

/sigh

 

[keiifuu]

"Oh, apologies." Senga responded dryly, crossing his arms and tilting his head at Mengyao. "I didn't realize that we still existed in such a civilized world, where a little how do you do goes such a long way in not getting yourself killed." He gestured with his dagger, frowning at the other. "You really think anyone will take you seriously when you can't aim that bow properly?"

He didn't even bother to look at the light graze Mengyao had inflicted. His wings twitched, aching to move again. The Conquest Noble's words bothered him, eliciting a sweet chirrup of voices from somewhere in his head. So superior, Conquest? Perhaps in frilly clothing and lengthy conversations and ceremonial processions that took days to plan. He bared his fangs in the slightest.

"Oh, yes. Far superior." He rolled his eyes. "Let us see if that holds true in battle, hm?"

Yes, he was bothered. How could they possibly compare; Conquest and War? The two sat at opposite ends of the spectrum. They were polar opposites; one basking in words and wealth and customs, and the other a vicious and prideful place, where words weren't half as customary as violence. Yes, Senga was accustomed now enough to admit that War could stand to learn when to use words instead of fists, but to say that Conquest was so much better...

Ah, yeah, there it was. That familiar anger.

Senga sighed, lunging forward and feeling his muscles move together in that familiar way. He strained for self-control and ended up feinting to one side, catching Mengyao's open side with his dagger.

The difference now was that at least he knew how to control it.

HP: 36/40
Target: Mengyao
Damage:
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry.

kurotomato

mengyao u dumb ******** stop rubbing off on senga

 

[kuropeco]

Mengyao shrugged lightly, as though he cared little for the colt's words, but truth be told Senga's quip about his bow had gotten under his skin. He was not, as it was made plainly - and oftentimes painfully - obvious the most adept of fighters, for a variety of reasons, yet he could not help but feel inadequate when he should not have. He could hardly protect Lifen if he could hardly raise a bow properly, the voices swaying inside of his thoughts.

A sudden movement from Senga made him twist his body, a hiss of irritation escaping his lips as the blade caught his side - though it was merely a glance, cutting through the layers of fabric to leave a needle thin cut on the skin beneath.

Mengyao glanced up, annoyed.

"You're particularly arrogant for your kind. Or perhaps a better word for it is insubordinate."

An arrow whistled through the air towards Senga.




[ HP: 26/40
Target: Senga
Damage: 3
FEAR: Y2 Chill ]

Keiifuu

#mengplz

 

[keiifuu]

"Oh - " Senga grunted as the arrow clipped one of his wings, vaulting into the air above Mengyao and hovering for a moment to frown down at the man. "Arrogant? Are you intentionally attempting to become a hypocrite or do you just not realize the stupidity of your words?" Senga rolled his eyes, folding his wings and dropping as though he were simply going to fall on Mengyao. He managed to catch himself a few feet above the others head though, nearly kicking the man in the head instead.

"Am I supposed to submit and serve to Conquest? Or just to you?" Senga scoffed, landing on the ground a few feet away and frowning at the other. "What makes you so much better than me, apart from your fancy clothing and particular fondness for words?"

He gestured with mocking grandiose towards Mengyao before lunging forward again - this time to meet him straight on with his dagger.

Maybe he would teach this Conquest Noble a thing or two about rolling around in the dirt.

HP: 33/40
Target: Mengyao
Damage: 3
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

kurotomato

 

[kuropeco]

"No, no," said Mengyao, with a shake of his head. "I am not arrogant. Confident, perhaps. Highly self regarded, yes. But arrogant? No, as a matter of fact, that is a term reserved for those who consider themselves to be above another - such as yourself - "

The last part of his words were cut off by a flurry of feathers as Senga rushed at him, catching him round the front. Mengyao's hand shot out automatically, his fingers gripping the other's wrist, twisting him away from him.

"It's merely a fact," he hissed through clenched teeth, struggling to wrestle himself away from the colt, the voices in his head rising, then falling again. "Conquest is superior to all others. It's not an exaggeration, nor is it bragging. It is merely the truth."

He twisted Senga to the side, lifting one leg to slam his knee into the other's stomach.



[ HP: 23/40
Target: Senga
Damage: 4
FEAR: Y2 Chill ]

Keiifuu

#mengplz

 

[keiifuu]

"Ha," Senga exhaled, his eyes a fierce bright gold. "I'm not arrogant, and I don't put myself on a pedestal above others." He felt his dagger hiss out of existence, the muscles beneath his skin tighten and curl. The voices that had been so quiet rose up like a wave, crashing against his mind and his bones. "There's a difference between arrogance and a lack of respect."

The executioner laughed when Mengyao actually managed to land a somewhat useful blow, exhaling sharply as the voices broke loose and threw his logic, his carefully placed self-control to the sidelines. He hissed at the words, his bared fangs glinting against the grey and the scars of his skin.

The voices, like knives and needles, dug into every insecurity and aggravation, rubbing salt into open wounds. It had been so long since he'd felt this anger. He was barely aware of his actions, instinct wrapping away his conscious mind in favor of the severe force of the wordless cacophony chiding him in his head.

His wing flared, the sharp bone of its tip angling at Mengyao's head, allowing him enough to writhe away from the Conquest nobles grip. There was only adrenaline, hot and searing in his veins now, driving him forward, searching for more, more, more. Re-summoning his dagger, Senga felt himself lunge forward, driving the sharp tip into Mengyao and forcing the horseman back, away.

"Is that what they say to you?" Senga hissed at Mengyao. "Is that what they coerce you to believe? Are you so lost in your own head that you cannot distinguish the ruins around you? No matter who used to exist above another, you're at the same level as us now. I didn't see Conquest appear from the destruction of our Clans unscathed and on top. I didn't see you step away still superior to everyone else."

HP: 29
Target: Mengyao
Damage: 14
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry Using

kurotomato

asdfgh sorry meng ilu asdfg