Regal didn't really have any questions about the reality of things. Life was a horrible thing, taking away those you loved and screwing everything up at every turn. Being in the Captain's presence was almost as desolating as the fact that the whole thing with Presea had been his fault - his hands were still chained, after all, as a silence promise to himself never to use them against another. All in her honor, and all...
It wasn't doing him well now, though. The Captain was quicker than most any enemy he'd encountered - and those who had been quicker had normally been dealt with a group of them. Each attack knocked him back, forcing him onto the defensive to avoid sustaining more devastating injuries. His vampire enemy barely even had scratches to show his prowess, even! A grim expression crossed the blue-haired man's face as he felt the bruises on his unclad abs darkening up, tasted the faintest hint of metal - a sure sign of blood - in his mouth.
They hadn't even spoken when this had begun - not that the Captain spoke, though Regal didn't know that. For his part, it had been self-defense, as the near-feral man had tried to pounce on him out of nowhere. He had to take action, though. Staying on the defensive was only getting him more injured. Was desperation better than that? Probably not, but he wasn't going down without a fight.
… At least, he didn't think he was. When the Captain snatched his leg up in mid-kick, though, he was terribly aware that it was over. Only so much could be done to minimize the damage as his whole body twisted, flung like a ragdoll with just one of the vampire's arms, and even that bracing didn't prevent him from bouncing off the floor. Blood really did come up when he coughed, this time, a thin trail of it trickling down his chin as he struggled to get up.
He didn't get far before his opponent had grasped him by the hair, eliciting a pained grunt as his head was yanked back...
Regal didn't really have any questions about the reality of things. Life was a horrible thing, taking away those you loved and screwing everything up at every turn. Being in the Captain's presence was almost as desolating as the fact that the whole thing with Presea had been his fault - his hands were still chained, after all, as a silence promise to himself never to use them against another. All in her honor, and all...
It wasn't doing him well now, though. The Captain was quicker than most any enemy he'd encountered - and those who had been quicker had normally been dealt with a group of them. Each attack knocked him back, forcing him onto the defensive to avoid sustaining more devastating injuries. His vampire enemy barely even had scratches to show his prowess, even! A grim expression crossed the blue-haired man's face as he felt the bruises on his unclad abs darkening up, tasted the faintest hint of metal - a sure sign of blood - in his mouth.
They hadn't even spoken when this had begun - not that the Captain spoke, though Regal didn't know that. For his part, it had been self-defense, as the near-feral man had tried to pounce on him out of nowhere. He had to take action, though. Staying on the defensive was only getting him more injured. Was desperation better than that? Probably not, but he wasn't going down without a fight.
… At least, he didn't think he was. When the Captain snatched his leg up in mid-kick, though, he was terribly aware that it was over. Only so much could be done to minimize the damage as his whole body twisted, flung like a ragdoll with just one of the vampire's arms, and even that bracing didn't prevent him from bouncing off the floor. Blood really did come up when he coughed, this time, a thin trail of it trickling down his chin as he struggled to get up.
He didn't get far before his opponent had grasped him by the hair, eliciting a pained grunt as his head was yanked back...
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