I've killed too many people to give up now...
WHO: Travis Touchdown
travistouchdown and Bad Girl
wantsomesugar
WHAT: Battle between two ranked assassins, one of whom isn't going home.
WHERE: Warehouse District
WHEN: Just after Travis' latest entry
Not as planned.
This was definitely not how he'd envisioned the fight going... or, from the looks of it, maybe his de-
Fuck, he couldn't think like that. Then again, it was hard not to, when he was being pinned to the floor, the bat pounding him until he gave way, his raised arm offering little defense against her harsh blows. His weapon was gone, and even with his training as wrestler, there was little he could do from this position, his hand occupied with keeping her weapon from its intended target - his head. It was painful to breathe, to think... He just hurt in general. It felt as though she hadn't managed to miss anything in her barrage, every inch of flesh aching as though she'd been at it for hours.
To think that he'd fought his way through bullets, grenades, swords, missile launchers... and all it took was a goddamned baseball bat to... to...
He couldn't let this bitch kill him. He'd already come this far, ascended to the fifth rank, survived this hellish island, all to die at the hands of some drunken maniac?!
The bat came down hard on his wrist with a sickening crack, finally managing to knock his arm back, giving her the momentary opening she needed - and even in that split second, Travis still had time to think about just how much that it was going to hurt.
-----
Why the hell was it always the warehouse district?
At least it was far away from people who could interfere - something that had been happening more and more recently. It was strange, to have this many people trying to force their involvement in his life; in Santa Destroy, the only one who knew of his career was Jeane, and she didn't tend to make much of an argument. Here, he has Sensei, Penelo, Basch, Holly... And as often as he tried to tell them to butt out, if just felt... different. To think that there were people waiting for him to come back was a foreign concept, and it was one that he was having a hard time adjusting to. He almost felt guilty for leaving.
Almost.
But he wouldn't let it bother him. This girl was higher ranked, and he was going to take that from her... as well as her life. He'd thought that his dream of progressing in the UAA was lost when he'd arrived in Rivelata - without Sylvia, how could he possibly find the other assassins? But Bad Girl had been stupid enough to mention it in the journals, not to mention doing so while threatening his girlfriend. If he hadn't planned to kill her for her rank, he would have more than happy to do so just for that transgression.
Holly seemed to know the woman, but even with her warnings still in mind, he would not be deterred. She was a drunk girl with a baseball bat. What the hell could she really do against a beam katana? It was almost disappointing to think that such a high ranked assassin would be so weak. He didn't want to make the amateur mistake of underestimating her, but unless she had a machine gun hidden beneath that polished wood, what could she really do?
As he continued to wander deeper into the district, he looked at the buildings around him, hoping for some sign of his opponent. She hadn't exactly been specific... He could have been in the wrong place entirely, for all he knew. But where else would fit her description? Where else had he been before?
Trying to reconsider his options, he caught a familiar scent - one that shouldn't be there. He knew it very well, as it was always thick on his clothing after a battle - blood. And a lot of it. Spinning around, he found the ground was painted with it, along with the mangled remains of what would have been a few of the townsfolk. There was little left of their faces... or what he thought could have been their faces. They had been smashed beyond recognition, leaving only a sickening red mush in their stead.
"What the hell...?"
His question was answered by a giggle from somewhere behind him. She stood using the tip of her blood spattered bat for support, swaying slightly under the influence of her drink. Her short lolita dress showed the signs of the mens' struggles, red smears visible against the misleading bubblegum pink. A silver flask was still in her hand, though its contents had already been emptied, the strong smell of the alcohol lingering on her breath.
"What was the point in killing them?" he growled, his katana already in hand as he turned on her, though it remained inactive.
Bad Girl shrugged at that, wobbling unsteadily on her heels for a moment.
"I needed the money," she said simply, raising the empty flask. "Girl's gotta drink."
The answer made Travis' blood boil, his grip tightening on his weapon. He'd never been a believer in killing for the sake of killing. Sure, his morals were questionable at the best of times. He didn't feel bad about killing anymore - but he didn't go around slaughtering innocent people... There was a thin line between being an assassin and a psychopath, which this deranged girl had long since crossed.
"You... ugh, you really are fucking pathetic."
Her face hardened at his words, raising the bat level with Travis' throat.
"Who the fuck are you to judge me? We're in the same business," she spat, taking a step towards him, surprisingly stable on the spiked heels, despite the way she'd been standing. Her demeanor changed as she spoke, her expression hardening to that of pure unadulterated hatred. She couldn't stand fools who felt they were better than her - especially when they did the very thing they condemned her for.
"'Least your name fits then - you really are a bad girl," he said, almost hinting at humour, thumbing the switch on his katana. The green energy blade sprung forth with a hum of electricity, though he made no move to raise it. What did she really think she could do with a baseball bat? He half expected something ridiculous to happen... It usually did... Like a hidden gun, or maybe some weird form of superpower. And thing that would make this girl out of the ordinary.
Maybe it was that moment of joking that had made him so sloppy... Or perhaps he was rusty, having not fought anyone in so long. True, he'd had the match with the pirate, but she was no assassin. Certainly not the second ranked in the UAA. Whatever caused his attention to lapse, it only went downhill from there...
... Because the moment he was waiting for came to him in the form of a sharp blow to the side of the head.
Crack.
"Fuck!"
She was faster than he could have anticipated, her speed rivaling his own. She leaped forward and drew back her weapon, hitting him hard. The force of the attack snapped the arm cleanly from his sunglasses, sending them skittering across the ground, and knocking their wearer backwards a few steps. His head was reeling and he could see stars behind his eyes, a hand flying up instinctively to touch where she had impacted, to protect it from further harm.
However, if didn't stop him from catching the next blow with his own weapon, this time aimed at his stomach. There was a loud crackle as the wood met the blade, Travis shaking his head as though to clear it. If she thought she could take him out that easily...
-----
He'd fought her for what felt like forever. Her speed, her strength... He'd not thought she could be that good... but that was foolish. She was ranked second for a reason. But he was a match for her for the most part, keeping up with her, blow for blow. But even assassins got tired... and sore.
As fast as he was, she was just that little bit faster, got a few more hits on him. Not to mention she was a girl.
She'd managed to lure him in with fake tears, dropping to the floor and crying as though seriously hurt. Normally, he would have laughed at such a pitiful display and used to his advantage... Which is exactly what he had tried to do. That was, until she pulled her weapon and smashed his knees with it. Once he was on the ground, it was easy. She'd stood on his hand, twisting the spiked heel of her shoe into his flesh until his grip loosened. With a grin, she'd kicked the weapon away, the blade fizzling back to nothingness as it slid out of reach.
Which led him to now.
The moment he realized he was completely fucked.
'Well. This sucks.'
travistouchdown and Bad Girl
wantsomesugar
WHAT: Battle between two ranked assassins, one of whom isn't going home.
WHERE: Warehouse District
WHEN: Just after Travis' latest entry
Not as planned.
This was definitely not how he'd envisioned the fight going... or, from the looks of it, maybe his de-
Fuck, he couldn't think like that. Then again, it was hard not to, when he was being pinned to the floor, the bat pounding him until he gave way, his raised arm offering little defense against her harsh blows. His weapon was gone, and even with his training as wrestler, there was little he could do from this position, his hand occupied with keeping her weapon from its intended target - his head. It was painful to breathe, to think... He just hurt in general. It felt as though she hadn't managed to miss anything in her barrage, every inch of flesh aching as though she'd been at it for hours.
To think that he'd fought his way through bullets, grenades, swords, missile launchers... and all it took was a goddamned baseball bat to... to...
He couldn't let this bitch kill him. He'd already come this far, ascended to the fifth rank, survived this hellish island, all to die at the hands of some drunken maniac?!
The bat came down hard on his wrist with a sickening crack, finally managing to knock his arm back, giving her the momentary opening she needed - and even in that split second, Travis still had time to think about just how much that it was going to hurt.
-----
Why the hell was it always the warehouse district?
At least it was far away from people who could interfere - something that had been happening more and more recently. It was strange, to have this many people trying to force their involvement in his life; in Santa Destroy, the only one who knew of his career was Jeane, and she didn't tend to make much of an argument. Here, he has Sensei, Penelo, Basch, Holly... And as often as he tried to tell them to butt out, if just felt... different. To think that there were people waiting for him to come back was a foreign concept, and it was one that he was having a hard time adjusting to. He almost felt guilty for leaving.
Almost.
But he wouldn't let it bother him. This girl was higher ranked, and he was going to take that from her... as well as her life. He'd thought that his dream of progressing in the UAA was lost when he'd arrived in Rivelata - without Sylvia, how could he possibly find the other assassins? But Bad Girl had been stupid enough to mention it in the journals, not to mention doing so while threatening his girlfriend. If he hadn't planned to kill her for her rank, he would have more than happy to do so just for that transgression.
Holly seemed to know the woman, but even with her warnings still in mind, he would not be deterred. She was a drunk girl with a baseball bat. What the hell could she really do against a beam katana? It was almost disappointing to think that such a high ranked assassin would be so weak. He didn't want to make the amateur mistake of underestimating her, but unless she had a machine gun hidden beneath that polished wood, what could she really do?
As he continued to wander deeper into the district, he looked at the buildings around him, hoping for some sign of his opponent. She hadn't exactly been specific... He could have been in the wrong place entirely, for all he knew. But where else would fit her description? Where else had he been before?
Trying to reconsider his options, he caught a familiar scent - one that shouldn't be there. He knew it very well, as it was always thick on his clothing after a battle - blood. And a lot of it. Spinning around, he found the ground was painted with it, along with the mangled remains of what would have been a few of the townsfolk. There was little left of their faces... or what he thought could have been their faces. They had been smashed beyond recognition, leaving only a sickening red mush in their stead.
"What the hell...?"
His question was answered by a giggle from somewhere behind him. She stood using the tip of her blood spattered bat for support, swaying slightly under the influence of her drink. Her short lolita dress showed the signs of the mens' struggles, red smears visible against the misleading bubblegum pink. A silver flask was still in her hand, though its contents had already been emptied, the strong smell of the alcohol lingering on her breath.
"What was the point in killing them?" he growled, his katana already in hand as he turned on her, though it remained inactive.
Bad Girl shrugged at that, wobbling unsteadily on her heels for a moment.
"I needed the money," she said simply, raising the empty flask. "Girl's gotta drink."
The answer made Travis' blood boil, his grip tightening on his weapon. He'd never been a believer in killing for the sake of killing. Sure, his morals were questionable at the best of times. He didn't feel bad about killing anymore - but he didn't go around slaughtering innocent people... There was a thin line between being an assassin and a psychopath, which this deranged girl had long since crossed.
"You... ugh, you really are fucking pathetic."
Her face hardened at his words, raising the bat level with Travis' throat.
"Who the fuck are you to judge me? We're in the same business," she spat, taking a step towards him, surprisingly stable on the spiked heels, despite the way she'd been standing. Her demeanor changed as she spoke, her expression hardening to that of pure unadulterated hatred. She couldn't stand fools who felt they were better than her - especially when they did the very thing they condemned her for.
"'Least your name fits then - you really are a bad girl," he said, almost hinting at humour, thumbing the switch on his katana. The green energy blade sprung forth with a hum of electricity, though he made no move to raise it. What did she really think she could do with a baseball bat? He half expected something ridiculous to happen... It usually did... Like a hidden gun, or maybe some weird form of superpower. And thing that would make this girl out of the ordinary.
Maybe it was that moment of joking that had made him so sloppy... Or perhaps he was rusty, having not fought anyone in so long. True, he'd had the match with the pirate, but she was no assassin. Certainly not the second ranked in the UAA. Whatever caused his attention to lapse, it only went downhill from there...
... Because the moment he was waiting for came to him in the form of a sharp blow to the side of the head.
Crack.
"Fuck!"
She was faster than he could have anticipated, her speed rivaling his own. She leaped forward and drew back her weapon, hitting him hard. The force of the attack snapped the arm cleanly from his sunglasses, sending them skittering across the ground, and knocking their wearer backwards a few steps. His head was reeling and he could see stars behind his eyes, a hand flying up instinctively to touch where she had impacted, to protect it from further harm.
However, if didn't stop him from catching the next blow with his own weapon, this time aimed at his stomach. There was a loud crackle as the wood met the blade, Travis shaking his head as though to clear it. If she thought she could take him out that easily...
-----
He'd fought her for what felt like forever. Her speed, her strength... He'd not thought she could be that good... but that was foolish. She was ranked second for a reason. But he was a match for her for the most part, keeping up with her, blow for blow. But even assassins got tired... and sore.
As fast as he was, she was just that little bit faster, got a few more hits on him. Not to mention she was a girl.
She'd managed to lure him in with fake tears, dropping to the floor and crying as though seriously hurt. Normally, he would have laughed at such a pitiful display and used to his advantage... Which is exactly what he had tried to do. That was, until she pulled her weapon and smashed his knees with it. Once he was on the ground, it was easy. She'd stood on his hand, twisting the spiked heel of her shoe into his flesh until his grip loosened. With a grin, she'd kicked the weapon away, the blade fizzling back to nothingness as it slid out of reach.
Which led him to now.
The moment he realized he was completely fucked.
'Well. This sucks.'