[1v1] Attack of the Living Dead (Sammy/Jove)

[Grey Dragon]

It had been awhile since the first time Jove fought a ghoul. Even days after he still wondered if it was the right thing to do. When it came down to it, fighting Sammy was just like fighting anyone, and she punched back just as hard as anyone. She could defend herself just fine regardless of his chivalrous actions.

The little ghost had wandered by the gym since, but today someone had left the punching bag out, the one Sammy had been using that day.

He walked over to it, and peered at it as though it held some mystery deep inside. Was punching something like this over and over really what made her stronger? It was heavy, yes, but it didn't attack back, or dodge, or breathe fire or anything... He stared hard. It really didn't look like anything at all.  

[Miliardo Kason]

[colo=darkgreen]Siddie was asleep taking a nap between classes, this left Sammy free to wander and free to train. Nothing else was going on and others where busy at the time. So she grabbed some tape for her right hand and started off towards the gym tapping up her less boney appendages in anticipation of punching the bags.  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove silently continued his examination, giving the punching bag a testing shove, feeling it's resistance against him. Compared to objects that were this solid, he was light enough to be blown away like a leaf. It was a miracle he could do any damage at all...

That must have been the magic of it all, how he had learned to use the FEAR he was made of and grow stronger than his mere muscles would allow. His appearance was a contradiction, how could anything so unfrightening end up getting this far?

When Jove heard the creaking of the gym door behind him, he hastily darted behind the punching bag, and then nervously peeked out from behind it with his ears down. He might have been bold enough when looking for a sparring match, but he was smaller, more vulnerable while he was introspective. Without all his fluff and bluster, he really was just another little foxfire.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Purple eyes flickered to life as she entered the gym tugging on the light looking around. The first thing she spotted was the pair of feet behind the bag.

Moving through the gym she went up to the bag giving it a tug to the side smirking, "What's up little fluff? Not out picking shrooms today?" She let the bag down again crossing her arms. "What's got you out here?"  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove made a shy murmuring noise that was completely indecipherable. It very likely had not been words at all, just a sound of acknowledgement, giving Sammy a response without exactly giving an answer to any of her questions. Thoughtful moods often confused him, it was easier to just beat something up for a bit. Like a physical distraction from his thoughts.

But he had gotten sidetracked by the punching bag this time.  

[Miliardo Kason]

"What's all the mumbling for now. Last time you didn't make a sound till we started thumping each other." She reached over now ruffling his ears knowing it would make him squirm just a bit.

He wasn't Shehk, she liked the attention, for him it was like picking on a little sibling.

"So you gona hit the bag some or you trying to find someone to bop you're head in again?"  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove puffed up a little, ears flattening in an almost affronted manner. But hair-ruffling was not uncommon, and sadly enough, he was starting to get used to it. He blamed it on his foxfire ancestry, and being a ghost with such a light molecular structure made him just that much softer. Others just seemed to enjoy touching him.

With a quieter murmur he looked at the punching bag, and then took a step away from it. He still didn't see the point. Then he gave Sammy a look that was so very close to puppy eyes that he would have blushed just to see himself. The last thing he needed was to become aware of what those bright blue eyes could do. Knowing he looked adorable would ruin his FEAR training forever.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Didn't matter how soft he was; it was all about dem ears. Sammy had such a weak spot for the fuzzier eared students and she would never pass up a chance to give a pair of canine, kistune, feline, or any type of fuzzy ear a rub.

Accept her affection or her fist Jove. Accept. It.

The puppy eye look however caused her to coo in delight, "Aww the wittle foxey fire doesn't wana punch the bag? Does he wana have a reaaaaal spar? Is that it?"  

[Grey Dragon]

It was apparently a bad idea to mock an introspective Jove.  

[Grey Dragon]

If the hair-ruffling didn't push his buttons, cooing at him like a newly-appeared scareling did. The ghost didn't spare another mumble, he just barreled right into Sammy with his head down. The headbutt was less effective than going at her with his teeth, but sometimes... you just... had to hit something with your head.

HP: 50/50
Damage: 4  

[Miliardo Kason]

Jove did not like her jokes, her attention, and her love. Jove was a bad puppy, he used headbutt too.

Sammy knew how to handle that though. Just as Jove rammed into her stomach causing her to oomf in discomfort she shifted bringing an elbow down on his back.

"Oie pup! Trying to be slick are you!?"

HP: 46/50
DMG: 5  

[Grey Dragon]

He wasn't aiming for slick, just aiming for faster. And when Sammy brought her elbow down with a hollow thud on the back of his shoulders, he seemed to collapse onto the floor... except the form he collapsed into was large and white and fluffy, and had it's teeth latched onto Sammy's knee.

HP: 45/50
Damage: 8  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy was confused for a moment, had she crushed Jove into a cotton ball? Apparently she missed the teeth as he suddenly latched onto her leg causing her to hiss in frustration.

"I hate cheap tricks pup." Giving a kick of the leg she dislodged the foxfire. In the time she did that her whole body seemed to vibrate for but a moment before lashing forward, kicking Jove across the floor chasing him down and kicking him a few more times like a fluffy soccer ball even bouncing him off the wall.

"Cheap trick Pup! Won't save you completely!"

HP: 38
DMG: 18  

[Grey Dragon]

Even in the larger of his canine forms, Jove was still ridiculously lightweight. And so the kicks easily sent him tumbling head over heels across the gym. It was a sight that would have been amusing had there been any spectators. The attack was strong enough to beat the stuffing out of him. But unfortunately Jove seemed to be stuffed mushroom spores. The last kick resulted in a poof of dust-like particles Sammy would recognize all too well from their last battle.

Rolling to a stop, Jove got up and staggered like a drunk, nearly tripping over his own four feet in the process. Ouch...

HP: 27/50
Damage: 6  

[Miliardo Kason]

The cloud of spores where an irritation.

Even after everything connected and sent the foxfire tumbling across the room she found her self in a spore cloud blocking her view and causing her whole body to burn and itch ever so slightly. Her bandaged hand moved to cover her face waiting for it to clear, but the longer she waited the sooner Jove could come back at her...

Without another thought she flared the fear on her left arm the blackened bone leading the charge as she burst from the clouds seeking to punch poor Jove into a tiny fluffy oblivion only to miss the nimble little foxfire and land her fist rather hard into the floor.

"s**t!"

HP: 32
DMG: Wiffed