Transplanted to a new day.

[no_nanomites]

Who: Ana, Arthas (closed)
What: A fight, transplanted from Ana's DitL post, to make it a different day.
Where: 8th Floor Common room
When: Today?
Warnings: Fighting, violence.

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[darknessb4me]

He lashed out with his other hand in response, aiming a fist for her jaw - fine. So he hit girls. It wouldn't be the worst thing he'd done by far.

[no_nanomites]

Ana was more worried about the piece of metal that was coming towards her than the fist, and so she banged his wrist against the wall, reasoning that she could take the hit. Still, she hadn't expected his hit to be so powerful, and she had forgotten that she didn't have her nanomites. So it hurt and stunned her for a second. And it pissed her off.

[darknessb4me]

Tough girl. That had knocked a man out before. Granted, the man in question was a spindly little wizard but stunned was fine, too - he snatched the knife out of his right hand with his left and slashed again at the hand pinning him to the wall, aiming to either cut tendons or hit a major vein in the wrist.

[no_nanomites]

It did hit a major vein in her wrist, and Ana hissed quickly. She was bleeding, but she knew that the nanomites should stop her from bleeding out. Still, this wasn't done, anywhere near. She quickly grabbed for other wrist, and she moved her knee up to give him a kick. She knew that her good hand would be out for a little while until the nanomites could work.

[darknessb4me]

The kick connected and Arthas gave a little snarl of pain, reflexively lashing out again with the knife, swinging wild but still within range of her throat - she intercepted him with the grab and he kicked out in turn to unbalance her.

[no_nanomites]

Nope, that wasn't going to happen. She kept weaving her form out of the way of the blade, trying to keep her neck out of it's way. Scars, Ana really wasn't a fan of scars at all, and if she ended up with a scar, she was going to remove his head. When he kicked out, Ana released the hand that wasn't holding the blade, and she hit him in the face as hard as she could. "Back the hell off." The words were hissed quickly.

[darknessb4me]

The blow sent him shaking his head for a moment like a stunned animal, but he quickly focused on her again. He flicked his empty hand towards his shoulder and came back with a second knife.

"Funny, I recall saying that, too."

[no_nanomites]

Two knives. Of course. She was going to have to get Rex to make her a god damn gun. "Two knives and not even one for me. Wow, really know how to make a girl feel loved." There was a quick grin, and she knew that her healing ability had started to take care of the wound in her wrist, but she also knew that the amount of blood that she had lost may become problematic sooner rather than later. Quickly, she moved to kick him in the head, wanting the bastard down for the damn count. He was a zombie, and Ana wasn't sure how you fought a zombie, save for taking their damn heads off.

[darknessb4me]

He ducked and slashed up with both knives at her leg. Well. That was...new. Flashy. He wondered if she'd had rogue training, they loved flashy. At the expense of practical, usually - it would explain the leather. He didn't ask - attention spent on talking was attention not paid to the fight.

[no_nanomites]

When he slashed at her leg with the knives, Ana quickly moved back, but it wasn't quick enough, and one of those pieces of glass imbedded itself in her thigh. She hit hard at his arm, hard enough to break it, but she really didn't want him to take the blade and open up her muscle from the inside. When she had pulled it away, she pulled it out quickly, ignoring the rush of blood that came with it. Thankfully the nanomites were keeping most of her pain in check. But now at least they were both fucking armed. And really, she wished that she fucking had been wearing leather. She would be wearing it from now on, that was for sure. Cotton cut too easily.

[darknessb4me]

Arthas swore violently and his arm bent at an odd angle. He drew back for a moment, face pinched in pain. He'd need something firm to set it, nothing was on-hand at the moment, damn damn damn - uselessly, he called on his powers - nothing, as usual, no silent strangling blackness, no razor-whips rising from the pool of blood. He spun to get around Ana's side and kicked at the back of her injured leg at the knee.

[no_nanomites]

Ana yelped when he kicked at the back of her injured leg, and she was bleeding more profusely than she had been prior. She was sweating now, and she knew that if she hadn't had the nanomites, she'd be unconscious right now. The kick had made her fall and she lunged forward as she did so, attempting to to imbed the glass into his chest with all her might. She knew it was a last ditch effort; she didn't see herself being able to fight anymore, and it pissed her right the hell off. The Baroness had gotten too soft, and this just didn't work for her anymore. She could keep up the facade... but she needed her nanomites back.

[darknessb4me]

He watched her fall, losing her grip on the glass, and carefully planted a boot on the back of her neck. With a sigh, he used his good hand to pull the glass from between his ribs with a wet, disgusting sound. It was covered in something too black and thick too be blood, and he held it to the light contemplatively, watching it glint darkly. It vanished back into the shoulder pocket and he crouched, being careful not to move his foot, to rest the remaining shard on the side of Ana's throat.

The instinct to press down and open the artery was insistent. It had been too long since he'd see someone's eyes go glassy and empty - but death on the Barge did not teach lessons as it normally did. So unfortunate.

[no_nanomites]

Yep. Ana wanted her gun and nanomites up to snuff. When he planted his boot on the back of her neck, she twisted her head so that she could look at him over her shoulder. That should have killed him. She knew it had gone in far enough that it should have worked, and then when she heard the noise, she grimaced quickly. God damn zombies. God damn fucking zombies; she should have gone for a head shot. She'd get one next time, because this was what she got for going unarmed.

When the shard rested on the side of her throat, Ana inclined her head away from it. She really had lost too much blood, and her heart was racing and her lungs weren't taking in enough air. Still, she smirked at him. Her voice was breathless, but still brimming with amusement. "I should have stabbed you lower if I would have known it had no effect."

[darknessb4me]

"Now," Arthas said, crouching casually. "Why the hell would you say that to someone with a knife on your throat? I can kill you or I can make things very painful for you."

Lightly, he grabbed a handful of mussed dark hair and tugged - not enough to really hurt, but enough to imply.

[no_nanomites]

Ana laughed, and the tone was just as breathless as it had been before. "Because darling, we're in a place where I can't die either, and if you think this is going to be the last time we play, you're sorely mistaken." Only next time she wouldn't be unarmed; and next time she wouldn't let him get the drop on her with the knife.

When he tugged on her hair,she quickly moved her fingers up on her non-wounded hand. She was going to try and remove one of his eyes if she couldn't kill him.