you paste me in just to cut me out; hello fascination.

[i_robert_capa]

Robert Capa is drenched to the bone and smouldering. He was out walking on the streets of Chicago when he accidently burst into flames. The stress of the CLF business and his own determination to keep practicing his ability has worn him down. It was an accident. But the people on the street freaked out anyway. In the panic, someone set off a fire

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[scorchtheground]

Hiroto's not entirely sure why he went to sleep at the beginning of summer and woke up at the end of it, but he doesn't like it. Not one bit. And what better way to take out his suspicion and anger than to go out on a hunt?

He wasn't really thinking he'd go for angels, though he's still of the opinion that the treaty is bullshit. But hey, this is an opportunity he can't pass up; this way, if the angel dies while he's at it, there's at least some sort of plausible denial or something.

So don't mind the demon charging into the fray, Dylan. Or do, if you want. He could care less. He'll just busting up your taunts with some action, most specifically in the 'running up and stabbing' category. He doesn't mind fighting with angels, so long as they don't expect him to share the kill. Or expect to stay alive afterward.

[fellfrommyheart]

Dylan turns her head to see a blur of black leather and boots and hisses furiously at the interruption. "No!" The oversized cat is her's. She frowns for the briefest of moments, catching something off about the man. Usually when someone's off about a person, she comes to the conclusion that they're a demon.

A moment of rage boils under her skin and she's quick to move forward. The Sabre isn't sure who to go for first and takes swipes at both of them. Dylan dives forwards and slides across the concrete, taking a claw to the shoulder - but hacking off a hind-paw in the process.

Dylan pulls herself up into a crouch. "Find your own kitty, I got here first!" she yells, wings flexing in annoyance before ducking out the way of a now majorlly pissed off feline.

[scorchtheground]

Hiroto tucks and rolls away from the claws, not bothering to try to get a hit in again; he got it once with his knife, and it's not like he'll not get it again.

His wings flare for a moment; like hell this coldblood's going to tell him what to do. Even if he is stealing her kill. Whatever, she won't live long enough to be too angry about it.

"Shut up," he growls in Japanese. "I'm just doing you a favor." He doesn't expect her to be able to understand him. He doesn't actually care much. Instead, he's going to pay more attention to the kitty attacking her. If he can just get his leap timed right, he should be able to get the knife between the shoulderblades...

[fellfrommyheart]

Oh, this is so not on. Dylan's anger flares up even more, her wings tense; he's trying to steal her kill and she will never, ever work with a demon. The fact that it seems to be happening pisses her off even more and makes her more determined to kill the Sabre first. She makes a mental note to start hacking away at this hotblood's limbs as soon as she's done with this.

"I don't care what the fuck you said, demon.." she hisses between clenched teeth. "But get the fuck away. This. Is. Mine,"

She can take care of herself, she's been doing it for years and she's not going to stop any time soon. Flicking the knife free from blood, she takes another charge at the overgrown cat and hacks off the second hind-leg with a sharp jut of her wrist. Dylan quickly turns with a small grunt as it hits the ground with a heavy thud and begins to hack away at it's side.

Like hell, he's going to get another shot.

[scorchtheground]

[OOC: Man, I am so sorry for being so utter fail at this whole 'tagging' thing. ><]

Oh, Hiroto's made that mental note to kill the fuck out of her as soon as he's done with this. And really, the Sabretooth is not nearly as interesting as the angel, now that it's being dismembered and all. He watches as she takes care of the cat with a rather unimpressed lineface (not that he has any other expression unless he's thinking about it), though he does give her a nasty smirk she doesn't see when she tells him this is hers.

That's all very well and good. Because his prey here isn't actually the Sabretooth.

And she's just turned her back on him.

Like hell he'll get another shot at the cat, but he's got a pretty damn clear shot at her. So while she's fighting with the cat, he charges in again, aiming for her wings. Fuck this treaty shit.

[fellfrommyheart]

[OOC: Oh totally no worries! :)]

Dylan notices how the demon isn't moving about her anymore. She pauses mid-hack and turns her head to find him charging at her back. Her eyes widen for a split-second. Shit. She acts fast, not thinking, not needing to. It's all instinct, that she's done a thousand times before.

The Sabre's no longer moving. It's not her problem anymore. It was fun, but shortlived. It would have been better if this hotblood hadn't turned up to spoil it. But after tonight, this is just an extra bonus.

Dylan dives out the way and swipes her leg out under and at his feet in an attempt to trip him up. While he's busy dealing with that, she jumps back up to her feet and stands ready to move again. The machete's held loose in her hand, there's a mix of animal and half-dried demon blood on it. Feels good. Probably better with his on it too.

"You know. I just slaughtered a family of your kind tonight," there's no faults or hesitation in her manner of speaking now. Her voice is steady and clear, but one could clearly hear

[scorchtheground]

He grins, noting the widening of her eyes; he doesn't have to think about what he's doing either, not when it comes to angels. Fighting them is so much easier than fighting the monsters the Rift spits out. They all react the same way, in the end

[fellfrommyheart]

That always seems to be her weak-point when it comes to fighting. She does like to yell and scream a lot.

Dylan lands with a soft grunt, but she's quick to move to make sure she doesn't get stuck underneath him. She can hear the clatter of her machete somewhere above her head. She needs to get that back in the next thirty seconds, that would be absolutely lovely right now.

Managing to raise an arm, she swings a punch at his jaw. With her other hand, she swings another at his jaw and uses the opportunity to push him off her. She half-straddles him and quickly reaches out for her machete, determined as she grabs it that the next thing she wants to do is hack his fucking head off.

[scorchtheground]

The hit does knock him off balance, and he can taste blood in his mouth. He spits it, hot and black, as close to her face as he can manage in the struggle, aiming for her eyes. Always use your own pain to the others' disadvantage, etc, etc. It's not even conscious thought anymore.

Of course, neither is burying his knife in her stomach when she reaches up for the machete.

[fellfrommyheart]

Dylan does end up with the blood in her eyes, well - part of it get her in one eye, the rest of it dribbles down her face and into her hair. She growls in annoyance more than anything and claws it away with a furious swipe of her hand, swearing under her breath.

It's as soon as she closes her hand about the handle that she feels a sharp and sudden feeling in her stomach. Dylan lets out a strangled yell of pain; it takes a few split seconds to realise what he's done as she sits back, still straddling him with the machete in her hand. She stares down at the gush of pearly wipe blood for a moment before looking down at him.

"That hurt," she murmurs before she reaches down to slice his neck. She misses as he struggles, but hits his shoulder instead.