LONG NIGHT, LONG NIGHT, LONG NIGHT

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Characters: Nightmare/Ness, Laharl, anyone woken (or looking to watch) the fight
Content:  Laharl and Nightmare have a "friendly" tussle
Setting: The main deck of the Way
Time: 2 AM on the Long Night
Warnings: Explosions!  Mostly-naked shota!  BFS!  Exclamation points!

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[eighthmelody]

In sharp contrast to Laharl's ridiculously oversized sword, the Nightmare had brought more modest weapons with him: a baseball bat and a yo-yo. The red one from Rhyme, to be exact. He vaguely knew who Laharl was. Overlord Laharl was the one who barged into Ness' date with Joshua that one time with the tasty noodles. It didn't seem like Ness liked Overlord Laharl very much.

"Hi," he greeted, bounding up onto the deck like a child. "Thank you for playing with me!"

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Wait a second...Laharl *knew* this guy. He'd been hanging around with that jerk, at the noodle shop...and he'd seemed really moody. Maybe this was how he relaxed?

Well, whatever it was, Laharl approved. "Back when I was in the Netherworld, I'd have to make sure my vassals had the things they needed. If their pet zombies got lost, I'd find them. If there were ghosts haunting them, I'd beat the hell out of the ghosts.

"I don't own the Way or anything, but if I just sat around doing nothing, I'd be a pretty crappy Overlord." He hefted his sword. "And I'd be the lamest kind of demon if I turned down someone who's actually got their blood up for once!"

He shifted his sword into an attacking stance. "You better be ready...because it's TIME TO START! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Continuing to laugh, he propelled himself forward, ready to swing at the smiling kid.

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"...but I'm not your vassal," the Nightmare managed to say before Laharl lunged at him. He also wanted to say that he wanted a pet zombie too, but Laharl had already started laughing.

Overlord Laharl, the Nightmare noted. has a funny laugh.

As Laharl drew close, the Nightmare quickly knelt down and pressed his hands against the wooden floorboards of the Winding Way's deck. And when Laharl was close enough, he sprung up to try to tackle him.

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Laharl saw the tackle coming and twisted himself around to dodge it. Slightly unexpectedly, this caused the tip of his sword to drag along the deck of the ship, which sent him into an unplanned flip. He landed gracefully enough and give his opponent a glare that said "I meant to do that, and I *dare* you to call me on that.*

"Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I can't still carry out my duties as an Overlord...if I didn't, it'd just be...IRRESPONSIBLE!" He punctuated the last comment with a burst of will and a stab of his blade; fire began to blossom around where Nightmare stood.

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The Nightmare gasped as the flames formed under his feet, and jumped out of the blaze before he could get too badly singed. Oh, that was quite hot. Had he stayed there just a second longer, he wouldn't have gotten away with just a minor burn on his leg. Deciding to ignore it for now, he charged Laharl, bat raised and ready to strike.

"It looks like you made marks in the deck," he said before swinging. "I don't think Ryuzakikiki will like that."

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Laharl snorted. "It's covered by hte boarding fee." It better be - that was a *big* sack of money.

Confidently, he moved to grab the bat with his off hand. It was time to use his superior demon - and Overlord - strength to his advantage. Hopefully the kid would have enough sense to drop the bat after Laharl grabbed it and counterattacked; he didn't think the crew would take him splitting someone in half so well.

[ooc: feel perfectly free to do something PSI (or otherwise)-nasty to Laharl, he's being way overconfident and needs to be dropped down a peg :3

also lol fail at right journal
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[eighthmelody]

"Oh, is that so?" Nightmare asked. He did let go of the bat with his left hand and attempted to sidestep the strike, but he wasn't fast enough and the blade grazed his arm.

That was painful. Overlord Laharl must keep his swords very sharp.

However, he was a nightmare. He didn't react to pain the same way his human counterpart did. As if his arm wasn't injured and bleeding, he thrust his left hand forward and grabbed Laharl's face.

"Look, look, I can use fire too!"

And he channeled PSI into his fingertips and converted the energy into fire.

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Laharl was going to reply sarcastically, but all he could get out was "That's" before fire filled his vision. It was subtly different than the created fire he was used to - slightly different creation source - but it hurt just the same.

He didn't even consider that, had he not had his demonic fortitude, he's probably have considerably less of a head now. Instead, soot-stained and smoldering, he shoved the Nightmare back and snarled, "Yeah, well let's see you deal with this!"

Concentrating harder, he called forth a Mega Wind spell. Gale-force winds buffeted his opponent...and also sent a few barrels skidding across the deck at him. That was a happy accident.

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The winds were strong enough to throw the Nightmare off balance and he fell forward, managing to stop the fall with his hands and avoid bumping his head. That was a close call. And had those winds been any stronger, the Nightmare figured they would be able to cut his flesh.

Staying down managed to allow him to cope with the winds, but it did nothing to stop the barrels flying his way. Two of them bounced off the deck and sailed over him, but a third was headed straight for his head. If he didn't do something...well, it wouldn't be very fun for him.

The Nightmare stared at the barrel and concentrated, and it slowed before stopping in midair. Ah, telekinesis. Such a fun and useful ability. The Nightmare giggled and sent the barrel straight towards Laharl.

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While Laharl understood the need to get down and kick some ass quite well, something about the way his opponent was going about this seemed...wrong. He seemed to be enjoying it, but not in a rational way, the appreciation of a good fight; no, it was more like how a little kid enjoyed playing with their toys.

Well, whatever. He had some good fight in him, certainly better than anything Laharl had run into in a while. Grinning, he slashed the incoming barrel in half, raining large fish all over the deck. The smell was...considerable.

As much to escape the stench as to begin an attack, Laharl leapt high into the air. "See how you like a Burning Knuckle!" Channeling energy into his hand until it literally glowed with flame, he prepared to rocket down at the Nightmare.

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The smell was...strong. And rather distracting. The Nightmare didn't like it very much. Why did Overlord Laharl have to break the barrel? Now there was going to be this smell everywhere and that was no fun.

Now, while the Nightmare had a high tolerance of pain, he had no intention of taking a hit from this "Burning Knuckle" thing. He scuttled away from Laharl's fist, but did not expect to be caught in a blast. The force pushed him halfway across the deck and with quite a few burns and injuries.

Well. There was no way he could avoid his wounds any longer, so the Nightmare once again channeled PSI into his hand, but this time, he used the energy to begin healing himself.

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Damn. Laharl hated fighting things that could heal - half the time, if you wanted to take them down, you had to literally kill them in one blow...and doing that here might be problematic. He'd have to try to incapacitate the Nightmare if he wanted to win...and soon. He had only the barest rudiments of healing ability, and if his opponent got some good hits in, he might actually be in trouble.

Pushing aside such unworthy thoughts, he gathered up more energy. The air above the nightmare froze into a block of ice; maybe it would knock out the weird kid while he was concentrating on healing himself.

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There. His legs were all healed up now. No more burns, cuts or scrapes. Now it was time to work on his arms. He had managed to heal up his right arm when it suddenly became cold. Looking up, he could see Laharl's block of ice forming above him. He again moved to avoid it, and this time managed to escape it unscathed.

"I wasn't finished healing," the Nightmare pouted, finally taking the chance to heal up the cut on his left arm. But he had lost a considerable amount of blood from it and he was starting to feel dizzy. He lifted his hand to lick some of the blood off. "Fine, if that's the way you want to play...let's play!"

Shaking off the dizziness, he concentrated again, this time sending a blast of pure PSI energy straight at Laharl.

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While fairly strong with magic, Laharl had relatively little exposure to the psychic arts. As such, he didn't even see the blast coming, and was quite surprised when he was sent smashing into the side railing of the ship, hard enough to nearly splinter it.

He vaguely wanted to rub his face and his back at the same time, but that wouldn't be dignified at all...even if his opponent was licking his own wounds. Maybe there was something genuinely wrong here; he didn't really know Ness well at all, but this behavior seemed way too unlike what he'd seen at the noodle shope.

He'd just ahve to beat it out of him.

Laharl hopped onto the railing, leapt into the air, and with a swing of his sword, sent a scything blade of air at the Nightmare.

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Ha. That would show him. Maybe Overlord Laharl would be less rude and let people finish healing themselves once -

And then he took a direct hit from Laharl's attack. With a cry of both pain and surprise, he was blown back, bouncing on the deck twice before skidding to a stop.

Oh, that...that was...unacceptable! He tried to get up, but could no longer summon the strength. He tried to focus once again, but the dizziness had return. Growling, he merely stayed where he was, utterly defeated.

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It figured that attack would be successful, given how often Laharl had used it in combat. He landed back on the deck, ready to attack again, but it seemed like the Nightmare wasn't getting up.

...perhaps he'd overdone it?

Cautiously - you can never be so certain that it wasn't a ruse - he approached his downed opponent. When he got a few feet away. he stopped, and gently prodded him with the tip of his sword.

"Can't get up? We should stop, then - no fun in beating up someone who can't move."