[1v1] Rear Guard (Soren/Senga)

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Senga hummed quietly, his wings folding neatly against his sides. The statement was enough to make him think, his eyes shadowed beneath tawny strands. Soren had a way with words that got to him, a way with riling him up and taming him at the same time. It was infuriating, and the young executioner frowned when the smile appeared, his fingers twitching against the pulse beneath the palm of his palm. A little more pressure and...

No.

Senga sighed and settled back, staring down at the other as though contemplating the offer, one he already knew he couldn't back away from. "Death." He repeated quietly, and it was his turn to smile. "That's hardly a challenge." The words were merely a reflection of thoughts both of them had; humans, after all, were such weak little creatures. Fragile beneath the slightest pressure. A voice crooned in the back of his head quietly, aren't you just the same? Senga's mouth pulled, and a low, threatening growl reverberated from his throat. Slowly, his eyes flickered back to Soren, and he leaned in, twisting his body against the hand. "Hmm. I accept."

His voice dropped, a thick curling growl crawling over his words. "Be careful though, Soren. Perhaps one day I'll surpass even you."

HP: 22
Damage: in all da right spots

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[ramenli]

"The challenge is in the skill," Soren informed him, though the other seemed to have something on his mind. It was difficult to watch him really, the twists of expression, the growls, the control that seemed to slip at times. The way that he leaned into his hand and Soren was tempted to give a little, to make sure that he did not hurt himself. Good, his challenge accepted.

But his warning...his warning was taken seriously. Mostly for the reason that Soren knew the truth. They both did. Senga had had the upper hand, and in all but practice he had won. If he felt like he still needed to catch up that was something that he had decided really, and the Guardian needed to work to keep that idea alive. Their trip would be a perfect opportunity to demonstrate the superiority of Death, while he was in his element.

Instead his eyes just locked on Senga's. "Sweet dreams, colt."

Kupuritama

HEY SENGA