[1v1] Are You Blushing Now? (Mot v Hel)

[Lucyal]

Hel knew how to make Mot blush.

Seriously, why didn’t she think of this sooner!?

The valkyrie was waiting in the outdoor arena at 11:55 AM as promised, her winged spear resting across her shoulders. Hel, as always, stood proud and ready…

In her itty bitty dark red string bikini.

Seriously, ghoul looked ready to pop out of that thing.

Genius.

Hel was grinning as she waited; though a part of her was a wee bit self conscious. This was the first time she was running around with her back exposed as well. The scars on her back were pretty angry looking still…but seeing Mot blush was an obvious high priority.  

[Bittiface]

Mot was going to be on his game. He was ready for this. He steeled himself for loss, and strove to win. He strode with confidence, his single barrel rifle slung over his shoulder. There was no way he was going to let Hel get the best of him.

His strong demeanor went to Hell when he saw Hel in nothing but a string bikini.

The reaper stopped dead in his tracks, his face immediatly glowing red hot. He nearly dropped his rifle in the process. "H-HEL!? W-W-WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!!?!?" He asked, completely flabbergasted. This was going to be a very distracting battle.

Well played, Hel. Well played.  

[Lucyal]

VICTORY.

Hel’s grin widened as Mot appeared and then went red faced and cried out. Hel’s free hand came up and she wagged a finger at the cowboil with a wink. “No no, Motty. I think the real question is what am I not wearing?” She pulled her spear off of her shoulder and swung it out, pointing it at the tall reaper.

“May the best one, win!”  

[Lucyal]

Hel also took the initiative while Mot was distracted.

The ghoul charged him, and pulled her spear back…but she only managed to clip him. Oh well. This was a partly psychological battle anyways…and on that front she had done massive damage.

HP: 50/50
DMG: 2  

[Bittiface]

HP: 48/50
Damage: 1

Mot was stunned. Not so stunned that he didn't react to her coming at him. The weapon of the Valkyrie drawing near, Mot managed to disappear into a puff of smoke before getting too cut into by the spear.

He reappeared shortly after and pulle up the barrel of his rifle. He fired a sort of warning shot to startle her before rushing off to gain some distance.  

[Lucyal]

It may have been a while, but Hel fell back into the familiar pattern of battling with Mot. She never forgot that the reaper liked to get distance between them. Hel didn’t flinch at the warning shot, and dashed after the cowboil, swinging her spear at his back. Once again, she only managed to clip him.

“That riffle is pretty impressive, Motty! You better master how to wield it!”

HP: 49/50
DMG: 2  

[Bittiface]

"That's the plan!" Mot replied, not flinching from the attack. He spun on his heel, aimed at the approaching figure and taking a shot.

HP: 46
Damage: Miss  

[Lucyal]

Did Hel just dodge a bullet? Or was Mot that distracted? Maybe it was a little bit of both.

The reaper raised her spear, and then slammed the bladed end into the ground, embedding it. Hel swung herself on the spear, and landed a kick right into the cowboil’s side with her shin from the momentum. She was looking to knock the boil off of his feet, and make it easier for her to pin.

HP: 49/50
DMG: 7  

[Bittiface]

HP: 39
Damage: 3

Yikes. Her outfit was indeed distracting the boil. It was hard to aim a gun at a ghoul looking so.. well.. endowed.

He grunted as she landed a kick to his side, staggering away. He couldn't let her get him down. He aimed the rifle up again and managed to shoot at her this time. Albeit her movement was still terribly distracting.  

[Lucyal]

Hel’s brows furrowed as this hit actually stung briefly. It probably didn’t help that she was wearing next to nothing right now. Hel ditched her spear, lunging after the cowboil. “Come here, Motty!” The ghoul cooed, and then grinned wolfishly.

She then tackled him.

HP: 46/50
DMG: 9  

[Bittiface]

HP: 30
Damage: 8

Youch. For a practically naked ghoul, she still had the power. Mot was thrown to the ground, the body of Hel squished right against him. Even through his layers he could feel her curves leaning on him, squishing up against him. Crap!

Mot blushed a hot red again. He needed to get out of this and fast.

He squeezed his eyes shut, reached around her to the hem of her bikini bottom. He pulled the string tight and let go.

SNAP.  

[Lucyal]

Hel’s breath caught. Was Mot feeling her up? Was one of her dreams coming tru—

SNAP!

Hel shot up like a rocket, clutching her bottom in her hands as she yelped loudly. “Son of a ******** witch!” The ghoul squealed, rubbing the skin vigorously. She turned her heated gaze back to Mot, glaring. Horrid, just horrid. Hel’s glare was accusing. How could he do that to her? Play with her heart strings.

The ghoul de-summoned her spear and it reappeared in her hands, and she chucked it at the cowboil.

HP: 38/50
DMG: 6  

[Bittiface]

HP: 24
Damage: Nope

Oh Crap.

Honestly? Part of Mot wanted to laugh at Hel's reaction, but he knew that he'd just stuck a stick in the wasps's nest. The cowboil scrambled to his feet once he was free and ran for cover.

However, he was soon nailed by Hel's spear, yelping from the sudden pain.  

[Lucyal]

The vengeful part of her was satisfied to hear him yelp.

Hel charged him again, and right after her spear clattered to the ground, the ghoul was there, delivering a round house kick to the cowboil with a vicious scowl. Hell hath no fury like a…Hel…scorned? Something like that.

HP: 38/50
DMG: 7  

[Bittiface]

Hel is Chuck Norris.

Mot tripped over his own feet as Hel's hard kick sent him stumbling forward. He skidded against the ground, turning to try and shoot her as a counter attack. However, her jiggling assets caused his focus to falter, sending a bullet going in a direction nowhere near the Valkyrie.

HP: 17
Damage: LOL no