[49.05] Backdated

[psychoticracer]

[Posted a few hours after " Buddy time." The sedation's worn off, leaving Erol mad as a hornet and most definitely out to prove something.]

Whipping boy.

Deck 03, Gym.

Now.

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You get 10 billion brownie points for tagging anyway - most ppl would just leave it!

[psychoticracer]

[Oh, he knows that, Chase. He wouldn’t have earned his ink if he didn’t know THAT.

But do you know he knows that, and - what’s more - that he’s not forgotten it out of anger?

Erol plays the part of the mad bull beautifully - he’s had enough practice at the real thing, as anyone who’s seen the Class 1 race against Jak can tell you. But he’s focused, now, and he’s not about to let a little thing like dodging get in the way of bloodshed. He didn’t even care if Chase got in the first hit or not, because in the end, he’d take it back out of the boy’s hide in triplicate. Let the boy’s fancy blade bite; his sharpened steel would cut just as surely.

An enraged snarl, a rush - let Chase get confident and cocky, let him think he doesn’t NEED that safety margin, let him show off just a little by narrowing it... Then so fast it’s almost unseen, Erol’s free hand whips out at a contrary angle, spare knife in hand. The out-of-control anger evaporates as if it was never there; one leg shoots out to change direction, and he darts at a sharp angle, eyes glittering with cold bloodlust, momentum just as sure as if Chase had never dodged at all.]

{ooc: Yes, Chase is free to score the first hit during all that. He, uh, may need it.}

WOOT

[talkback_stein]

[He slashed down diagonally, wide, switft, and forceful. It wasn't lacking in grace simply because he was using a beautiful weapon; otherwise, it was sloppy and cocky. However, despite this, it scored him a point. This first hit lulled him into a euphoric sense of power and accomplishment, that was - despite all the sermonic after school specials he's ever watched in his entire life - not bittersweet revenge in the slightest. Chase was beginning to get somewhere with his training, and now that he had all the confidence in the world, it'd kick in. His knife nicked the good Commander's forearm; it wasn't deep, but it was first blood.]

[That's right, Chase. You're running with the big dogs.]

[...Still a goddamn pup, though. Because even if a wolf cub grows up, that doesn't mean it's suddenly not going to get its ass kicked by the far more experienced and vicious alpha males.]

Hah--

[But then Erol pulls something he's never seen before. The anger? Gone. Instantly replaced by cold, calculating military calm and percision. And, unluckily enough for Chase - balisong having tasted actual enemy blood for the first time - it was far too late to back out of this fight.]

Oh shi--

[psychoticracer]

[So the gangly 'wolf thought because he'd gotten a fancy tooth that he was ready to take on the junkyard demon - to borrow a moniker from Even. There's more to a fight than who's got the fanciest weapon, more to a Lurker wolf than whiteness of tooth.

Erol had been in the military for over a decade. He was nowhere near as good at strategy as the Baron himself, or Torn, but what tactics he did employ were brutally effective.

Even as a child, he was known as a vicious fighter. You could have set your watch by the fights that required pulling him off his opponent. Utterly bloodthirsty and completely unprincipled, he had a flair for kamikaze attacks that he could walk away from.

Military discipline and experience plus the innate ferocity of a wolverine were a very, very bad combination for Chase.

He uses the knife as one terribly intimate with anatomy. The scratch Chase gave him? He doesn't feel it. It certainly doesn't impair him in the slightest.

Erol slashes at Chase's eyes to make him lean backwards, center of balance tilting. Then, darting like a snake, he drops low into a crouch, knife seeking his opponent's thigh muscle. When he straightens his legs, the knife comes with, backed by the strength of his entire frame.

The move leaves his back vulnerable for a long second, but the slice at Chase's eyes should distract him from pressing that advantage.]