[1v1][FIN] A Challenger Appears! [Shikoba + Shaheen]

[Seussi]

And so it had come full circle. Clipped wings, or wings that were torn off completely, it all amounted to the same thing. Her arm was twisted behind her at an angle that was excruciatingly painful, and that seemed to be enough. Her fear shield had come crashing down, and to her, even though she was still standing, that probably meant it was a good time to stop.

Probably.

And besides, she was only still standing because Shik was holding her up....

"Okay, fine. I yield. I submit. I surrender." Her lip pulled back from her teeth in a very snarly grin. "You win, Shik." It was actually easier to accept then she thought it would be. He'd put in a good fight. A very, very good fight, and one that she would remember for a long time to come. He was just so very unpredictable.

"Now if you wouldn't mind letting me go, I guess I have some firewood I need to be collecting." And possibly she might want to clean herself up a bit, maybe get herself a new shirt before she fell out of the one she was currently wearing. It would be helpful if she actually had any other clothes to change into.  

[medigel]

At her concession he nodded but did not let her go just yet, easing her arm back into place and releasing his grip about her wing. "A moment before you leave," Shik said before digging his nails into her wrist deeply.

For a moment it looked as though he wanted to bleed Shaheen out for a total victory over her dissipating body, but no pain would be registered form the action. Rather, the opposite effect occurred. Blood oozed out from the puncture wounds as he let go, sure, but the red streams ignored gravity and quickly settled about her most injured parts, coating the wounds in various symbols as it restored some of her energy. After a few seconds the blood was sealed behind new skin, leaving only red tattoos that would fade away in minutes as there was no battle to sustain them.

"Hmm. Yes, red does suit you," he observed with a light smile. "Until tonight's campfire, then." And with that he turned and left her to retrieve his fallen knives. Rest was in order, though his mind was still buzzing with activity.

Hopefully Shaheen would be more talkative later.

Y2 FEAR (Blood Pact): +14 HP  

[Seussi]

As he eased off of her, releasing her arm from the odd angle which he had held it at, she could feel the pain in her shoulder slowly subside, but she knew it was going to be sore later. Her wings, which might have stiffened at his touch before, relaxed and folded in snugly against her back once more. Even though her legs trembled and she felt like she might collapse at any given moment, she straightened her shoulders and held her head high, determined to have lost with at least her dignity intact.

It was not to be so.

She heard his words, but they didn't quite register before he was digging his claws deep into her wrist, blood welling up almost instantly. Her eyes narrowed at that, since she knew now that her fear shield was down, that was going to leave a mark. She was just about to reach around with her free hand and smack him upside the head when she realized that there was no pain only...

Oh no. Oh for the love of......Shik, why?? Her eyes still narrowed, her face stony, she watched as her blood glided around her body, settling into the wounds, most of which were in the area just beneath her ribs and on her shoulders, painting her in strange symbols before her skin knitted over top of them, her body now patterned in red tattoos. She wouldn't be able to hide them. Everyone who might see her in the next few minutes would know. Shaheen had not only lost a battle, but had required healing afterwards. She hadn't asked for this, had not needed it, but yet he still gave it to her.

Instead of feeling thankful, she was pissed.

But she couldn't let that show. She could just...shove it down with all of her other emotions. Closing her eyes, breathing in deeply, relaxing. Her hands unclenched from her sides and she opened her amber eyes, only to be staring at Shik's back before he scooped up his knives off of the ground. "Thank you." She said, though her voice may have betrayed just a hint of her unhappiness with him at the moment. However, thanks from Shaheen was never given lightly, and was a rare occurrence indeed. Whether she was thanking him for the odd compliment, or for healing her...well, that was for him to decide.

And no, she had not forgotten that she owed him some answers. And really, as much as she hated the very idea of talking about her problems with anybody, let alone Shik, she felt like she pretty much owed him an explanation. To the victor go the spoils, and if those were the spoils he wanted, well then, that's what he would get.

Later.

Without another word Shaheen turned and strode off, leaving the other war horseman to his business.