Sharing?! Again?! (Kinneas)

[Bloodfight]

Shin and arm connected with a thud that stinged, he tried to hop away but a hand had grabbed his leg, and then there was a sharp pull forwards as his other leg would be kicked out from under him, sending him backwards with a loud thump to the ground. Suddenly what had been Blood overpowering his opponent, had turned tables, either he had been feeling exceptionally good at fighting that day for just a few moments, or he had completely underestimated his opponent, and now said man was kicking it up a notch and turning the game around. There was grass to lessen his fall, being naturally springy, but that still didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bloody petcher. This was really beginning to piss him off. Up in the sky there was the bright sun, and the light stung worse than the fall itself, he shielded his eyes but found the other had mounted him before he could do anything productive. The shadow that engulfed the man, having the suns rays peer out from over his shoulders slowed Blood's reaction time to the punch that crashed into his face. Breaking his nose. He screamed at the pain, screeched, wiggling his body to get out from under the man and had inadvertently avoided a punch because of the harsh thrashing underneath the man. Blood heard the thud of fist to ground and snapped his attention to it by growling out animalistically, and attempting to chomp down onto the mans forearm with teeth not as sharp or long as a Zith's, but still sharp enough to do damage. If Blood succeeded in doing his bite, he would clamp his mouth around the mans forearm harder if there was opposition to getting it out of his mouth. "Zithanese" "Common" "Pavi" Thoughts

[Kinneas]

There was the satisfying feeling of flesh smashing against flesh as his punch hit the aggressor. Feeling the arch of the nose go out, and hearing the cry of pain… There was nothing quite like it, nothing quite like winning, nothing quite like showing the guy exactly what he was made of. This was the euphoria of combat, a battle-high, as adrenaline rushed through him dulling the pain and sharpening his senses, increasing his strength. Drawing his hand back for another punch the half-breed moved, or perhaps he just pain missed, regardless his fist hit the ground with audible force. This alone was a jarring sensation as his arm stiffened up with the contact, the unexpected miss set almost a ‘ringing’ up his arm. He was expecting to hit flesh and bone, not the hard ground of winter. This made him slow to retract his arm for another shot, and it left him open for the man to do his attack. Teeth bit down on his forearm, and this time it was Kinneas’ turn to cry in pain. Cursing a few select words he desperately tried to pull his arm out of the grasp of the teeth, but to no avail. The teeth only seemed to get a firmer grip, going deeper and drawing even more blood. A surprised gasp left him, a sharp intake of air, as the teeth went further in. ”Let go. Let go.” he said, the sound of desperation in his voice, shaky with strain. Cocking his free arm backwards he aimed more select blows at the fact of the creature which held his arm in his jaws. He would beat his arm free! The pain of being bit made him wince, and with every heartbeat he could feel more and more blood draining from him, that bite wound. If that would not work, then Kinneas would get desperate himself. If his foe wasn’t going to fight ‘fair’, then he would not either. He would attempt to choke out the man. Attempting to get his free hand around his opponents neck, he would try to squeeze and squeeze. Fingers trying to all too savagely wrap around the beck of the half-breed, there was a different kind of lust for blood now boiling inside him. He was mad, mad enough to break his own rules, for his survival of course.

[Bloodfight]

Tighter and tighter Bloodfight would continue to clamp his teeth down around the man's arm, grinding his teeth together for maximum effect. Blood flowed down and into his mouth, and he swore he could have tasted the meat himself, the fullness of his stomach that would give him some comfort in the coming days, causing him to salivate. But right now was not the time to think on food. He first had to kill his potential food source, otherwise it would kill him, as was the circle of life, the weak and unfortuanate taken by the stronger, and more able. Survival. It was all that mattered. Nothing more, nothing less, to say there was anything else besides that- such people were fools. Bloodfight was still semi blinded by the sunlight, and continued to squint desperately to see where the blows would rain down. Every strike blasted stars across his vision, making him more ferocious, more blood thirsty, and just as desperate as the man on top of him to get him off. So Bloodfight struggled whilst keeping the arm in his mouth tighter than a crocadile's jaw, he moved his arms around to try and pull them free from underneath the man's legs, managing to wrench one out while twisting his body to the side and slashing wildly at his opponent. The man had grabbed his throat, and was beginning to choke Bloodfight out, and it was working. Gagging on the now bountiful red liquid, he found it rather difficult to breathe but he needed to finish the man off first before allowing himself to breath, black tendrilled its way through his vision as he grasped onto the side of the man. Once, twice, until finally he snapped and forced a fist of his own into the ribcage area. Hoping that would work, but he needed to breath, the world around him wanted to fall away- so he did what was natural and gasped for air but in turn he had let go of the arm finally with his teeth. "Zithanese" "Common" "Pavi" Thoughts

[Kinneas]

Kinneas gritted his teeth as he felt the others teeth grind into his arm. Soon the pain was too much, and he let out a cry. He had to get him to let go. He had to get his arm out. Wincing he struggled with arm trying not to move it, but it was shaking with pain. Try as he might as the both of them struggled, Kinneas tried to keep both of the man’s arms under him, but it was too much. He got his arm free. Though by that time Kinneas had got a firm grasp around his neck. Griping tighter and tighter, his features were fierce with the strain of his actions. They weighed on him, and he wanted it all to be over. This fight was weighing on him, weighing on them both. He already decided that he wouldn’t kill this man, or rather did not want to. The struggle did not last long as the other movements were being weighed down by the lack of air. The thrashing was getting weaker and weaker, and when the punch reached Kinneas he was able to brush it off without much trouble. Soon the man under him went limp, and more importantly the jaw slacked and he was able to pull his arm out. Blood came from the wound, filling the teeth marked embedded deep within his arm and the liquid trickled down his arm. It pulsed with pain, and he clenched at it with his hand. Getting up he left the attacker where he was. As of right now he was of no threat, and took some time to look over his surroundings. With a little digging through the camp he found a waterskin, and it had water in it too. Taking the top off he poured the liquid over the wound to clear it of blood so he could look at it better. The teeth were in there pretty deep, and his arm was still trembling. He hissed as the blood kept coming. His sleeve was drenched, and the guy bit through the fabric. Glancing back at the person he scuffed and hand fell upon his battle wound, squeezing it. What was he going to do with this guy? Should he kill him? No… he was above that, and it would be nice to find out why he was watching him through the grass. Nonetheless something had to be done. He did not want to be bit again. Stumbling through the camp some more he found some rope. Smiling to himself, he could use this to restrain the savage. Looking back at him he walked up to the man and rolled him over using his foot. Dropping to his knees he grabbed one arm and wrapped part of the rope around his wrist, completing the loop he pulled it taut. Grabbing the other arm, he pulled them both behind the half-breeds back and wrapped the rope around the other wrist. Going back and forth he looped the rope in a figure eight pattern before looping the rope around the middle of the eight to create a leash of sorts. For now, all he would do is bind the guys hands. Stepping back, still holding onto one end of the rope, he sat down and examined his wound again. He would need something to cover it...

[Bloodfight]

Bloodfight entered the black quickly, passing out from a lack of oxygen but not a chime afterwards did his chest begin to rise, and fall, it seemed the man had only choked him out to the point he wouldn't die. There had been many times when he found his world had gone dark, and many times after, he would awaken, but he had never been choked into the black before. True darkness was a fickle thing for Bloodfight, something he could only consciencely experience at night when he had his eyes closed, but never with them open. Sleeping? Well that was sleeping, naturally one wouldn't take hint of the blackness of their world when resting. He felt the toe in his side, moving him, but didn't react, and then the hands which bound him, he still didn't react. Far too in the grips of knocked out sleep. It was when his nose was decidedly pressed into the ground, shutting both of the nostrils that he inhaled with his mouth trying to continue sleep but finding that when his airways were limited had slowly began to wake him up. Becoming semi conscience of his surroundings but also extremely conscience of the pains in his body, the pangs of heat that flooded his face, and the thudding headache inside his head. So he groaned, flickering his eyes open only to hiss and shut them again. When had the sunlight become so excrutiatingly painful? Groggily he moved his head to the sides, grinding his face into the ground but finding that too was extremely painful. So painful it actually brought tears to his eyes, his nose felt broken, and he could feel a small flow slowly pooling on the ground. His blood. The smell of it was sickening, but comforting, at least it allowed him the conscience graditude of being alive still. Laying there face first, he felt the need to get up, so he moved his arms and only found them to be restrained. Tugging at the bonds that had bound him from behind, he growled out confusedly, squinting to see where that man had gone. Vaguely remembering the fight chimes before. Looking up, he glared and scowled, finding the feet first and then the legs which were attached to some knees, and finally the face which continued to be blotted out by the sunlight from behind. Rage spiked him into taking action, the fool was still there, but why hadn't the man killed Bloodfight? He let his body rest, with the side of his face on the ground, taking small breaths through his mouth, contemplating the meaning of this. He was only making himself more confused.. "Why?" He coughed out, voice harsh, and deep- the taste of the mans blood still very potent in his mouth. As if the man was suppose to understand that, Bloodfight strained his ears for an answer, just waiting for some sort of explanation as to why he had been spared. "Zithanese" "Common" "Pavi" Thoughts

[Kinneas]

As the heat of battle cooled within Kinneas’ soul, his heart slowed down and he noticed many things that he had not before. The many scrapes and cuts on his face and body sent pulses of pain throughout his being. Wincing, he heard the other one groan, and kinneas attention left himself and his pain and towards his now defeated opponent. The human gripped the end of the rope tighter as the other one started to move and shift, but he did not get far, in fact, didn’t even bother to get up. Instead he questioned Kinneas resolve. The one word resounded inside the mans head. He had not really thought about it until now. Why? Kinneas looked down at his arm and even though he winced at it he smiled at it. The pain brought back memories, welcome memoires of Miro. The first time they met Miro bit him, and it hurt just as much as it did now. Grabbing his arm he gripped it tightly . Earlier he found a torn up blanket in the camp, and decided to take a piece of it and tear it off as well. The wrap had been hard to secure with only one hand, but he eventually managed grabbing one end in with his teeth to steady it, and pulling on the other end of the strip with his hand. Pulling it tight. In truth he did not want to kill the man for many reasons, one of them being that this man reminded him the kid that he spent seven years taking care of. This brought many confusing thoughts to his mind, but he did not question it. He fumbled for an answer that the, mulling it over in his mind, ”It is because I like you.” he said. Looking down at his arm he smiled at it, blood seeping through the strip of sheet which he used to wrap it, ”I mean, I liked how you fight.” Kinneas quickly tried to correct what he said. He needed not to equate this man to the boy, but he could not help it, ”You fought well. So, you don’t deserve to die. Your life is quite the prize, you will do well not to throw it away just because you lost.” he said. ”Instead, why don’t you become stronger?” he asked, ”I can help you with that.” he offered, excited about the prospect of taking another ‘under his wing’. He had missed Miro. It was time to move on from the boy and find another to instruct. Could this be the workings of Fate to give him such a tussle when he was missing Miro the most? A sign that the future is right in front of him; that he needs to stop looking to the past but forward to the future.