There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

[lucetimods]

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

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29th

[imatreenow]

[As much as he's inclined to believe that Yuan would assault him without provocation or a second thought, Mithos can sense something is off about him. He draws his sword, ready to receive the attack. Even with the power cap in place, Yuan seems to be moving faster than what should be allowed, but that might be because Mithos feels so depleted in comparison.]

Miserable traitor...! [You know, the standard greeting.]

29th

[fortunefail]

[Mithos's words don't get through to him and he shows absolutely no sign that he heard them at all. The moment his sword is blocked, he pulls it back and attempts a second attack. And a third. And a fourth. It's almost as if he's attacking blindly. There's no strategy behind it and hardly any common sense.]

[imatreenow]

[It doesn't take long to figure out that the traitor has been turned. The attacks are random but sloppy, making them easy to catch on his blade. Yuan's speed leaves him unable to do anything but hold his ground and defend for now.]

[fortunefail]

[And Yuan keeps on attacking mercilessly. Nothing but wild, uncalculated slashing. His strongest desire is to see blood. To have his prey injured and defenseless. However, he's overconfident and reckless. After a few more slices, he loses his balance with the momentum and stumbles sideways- just for a few seconds.]

[imatreenow]

[A few seconds is enough time for Mithos to switch from the defensive to the offensive. He returns the onslaught with a strong slash of his blade, much more precise than anything Yuan dished out to him.

He's already pushing his body past its exhausted limits. He'll keep pushing it, and it will just have to keep up with him. He has a rare opportunity here. He realized it as soon as he realized what was wrong with Yuan, and he isn't going to let this chance slip away. The only way to stop someone in the runner stage is to kill it. The power cap has placed them on equal ground. Just over a year later, the stage is set for his revenge.]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan manages to turn just in time to block the attack, but it's done very clumsily and causes him to stagger further. Despite the stumbling, which would cause anyone with common sense to stay on the defensive, he tilts his sword to deflect Mithos's blade and continues to attack. One great, sloppy jab that was meant to be directed towards the boy's midriff. However, with so much unsteadyness, it's bound to miss.]

[imatreenow]

[And miss it does. He twists out of the blade's path and returns to deliver a blow to Yuan's unguarded side. He needs to end this as quickly as possible, before he runs out of steam. He needs to cut the traitor down, to see the payment of his blood drip from his sword. He hardly cares about the virus right now.]

[fortunefail]

[The blow hits just below Yuan's armor, creating a deep cut across his side. Blood does indeed flow from the wound, but he isn't fazed at all. The pain doesn't register. He raises his sword and, with that, starts yet another attack. It's aimed at Mithos' head.]

[imatreenow]

[He'd expected the strike to slow Yuan down and give him another window to attack, so when another attack comes hurtling toward him he's caught off guard for a second. He throws himself out of the enemy blade's path, barely dodging what could have easily been a fatal blow. His balance is thrown dangerously off, but he manages to catch himself and stay off the ground. It would all be over if he fell.

He'll try to use Yuan's miss as a chance to mount another attack of his own.]

[fortunefail]

[And it works. Yuan's priority isn't to defend himself from oncoming attacks, it's to land as many of his own as he can. Mithos's blow slashes a neat cut along Yuan's left leg, causing him to stumble. And yet, he's still not backing down. He swirls around on his good leg in an attempt to land a horizontal slash of his own.]

[imatreenow]

[He ducks and dodges backward to avoid the slash. Before Yuan can recover from the miss, he'll try to take the opportunity to land a second blow.]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan manages to avoid the blow, but only barely. With one of his legs injured, he's having trouble keeping his balance. He staggers backwards and it's a bit of a struggle to remain upright, but even running purely on instinct, he knows he can't afford to fall. He needs to stay upright so he can keep attacking. Keep attacking, even if it destroys him.

If Mithos wants to take advantage of the stumbling, he'd better act quickly.]

[imatreenow]

[The attacks become easier to dodge as Yuan stumbles around. Mithos pushes back with his own attacks, quick and fierce to take away any chance Yuan has of righting his balance. He'll force him to crumble to the ground.]

[fortunefail]

[As much as Yuan tries to remain upright, his injured leg is refusing to cooperate. The force of Mithos's rapid attacks causes it to buckle and Yuan falls to one knee, but he's still refusing to go on the defensive. Even this close to the ground, he attempts to spear Mithos on his sword with an upright jab.]

[imatreenow]

[Again, he escapes the blade by a paper's width. He'll quickly redirect his momentum to strike back, aiming for Yuan's arm - the one holding the sword. He's getting down near the last burst of his energy, and he needs every movement to count. Make mincemeat of the traitor.]

[fortunefail]

[The counterattack hits its target, the side of Mithos's blade digging deeply into Yuan's arm until it hits bone. The pain doesn't register, but several muscles become severed and his fingers twitch reflexively. Still, he refuses to drop his sword. He grits his teeth in frustration and pulls his arm free again, blood pooling freely from the wound. Without even the smallest delay, he attempts yet another upwards jab.]

[imatreenow]

[He had hoped that the damaged tendons would slow Yuan down, but at the very least it takes the edge off of the next attack. He catches Yuan's blade on his and shoves it away, going in for another devastating slash across the man's arm, closer to the shoulder.]

[fortunefail]

[Yet again, the attack hits its mark and this time, such vital muscles and tendons are slashed that he has no choice but to drop his sword. His injured arm falls to hang by his side, limp and bleeding, but no time is wasted lamenting over the loss. He pushes himself to his feet again to try and tackle Mithos to the ground, his functioning arm outstretched towards the boy's throat.]

[imatreenow]

[He's learning to expect the unexpected in this battle. He leaps backwards to escape Yuan's grasp, feeling the tips of the man's fingers already brushing too close to their target, swinging his sword in an upward arc to stop the outstretched arm altogether.]

[fortunefail]

[He saw the swing coming just in time and moves aside to dodge it. However, that action alone causes him to stumble off course again. Even fueled by the infection's wrath, he can't fight his body's breakdown. Little by little, it's giving up.]

[imatreenow]

[Mithos needs it to give up. Because his body wants to shut down too, and he can't keep going much longer. He'll take advantage of Yuan's misstep and send his blade hurtling toward him again.]

[fortunefail]

[It's a critical hit! The blade slashes into one of Yuan's wings, which are both left wide open now that he isn't wearing a cloak. Pain still doesn't register, but blood pools from the cut at a rate that makes his wounded arm look like it was only scratched. He gives one last, failed attempt to reach out to Mithos's throat with his hand before his knees buckle.]

[imatreenow]

[He breathes a smirk when he sees the feathers falling listlessly into the flowing blood, and he knows Yuan won't be getting back up. He's almost there. Revenge is his. The traitor is kneeling before him, a pathetic heap at death's jaws. He enjoys the sight for a moment to catch his breath before he raises his sword again, slow and savoring.]

I've been waiting a long time for this day.

[And then he cleaves the air with his blade, aiming to slice off Yuan's other wing.]

[fortunefail]

[As his knees hit the ground, his bloodlust only grows. The part of him that's still faintly coherent is yearning to dig his claws into Mithos. Any bodypart would do. Still, with only one functional arm and his consciousness trickling away from him at the rate of his own blood, he has no way to cause Mithos harm.

A deep, frustrated growl escapes him and he manages to send a fierce glare the blonde's way, but then the blade hacks through his other wing, dismembering it. With that, his body gives up on him entirely and he falls face-first to the ground. Whatever life was still left in him is gone in less than five seconds, but the puddle of blood he's lying in continues to expand for a while longer.]

[imatreenow]

[The growling frustration, the burning glare as his blade comes down - it makes the moment of revenge that much sweeter. If only Yuan could remember this moment through his bloodcrazed haze... But he's willing to settle for less than perfect.

Drained, Mithos stumbles back from the traitor's corpse and the pooling blood. His legs give out only steps away and he sinks to the ground. As he comes down from the rushing adrenaline of the battle, he quietly wonders what Martel would think. Her face, tight with disappointment, flashes in his mind. His heart fractures, and he forces himself to hold onto the fleeting sense of victory, but the after-image of his sister still mars the insides of his eyelids.

It's a short while before he can climb to his feet. He flicks the blood from his sword and returns it to its sheath; with one last glance to Yuan, he shuffles away.]