Nightshift 31: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[wishescankill]

[from here]Anya finally arrived at her destination - front of the Sun Room, where Kimbley had said he'd meet her. She hadn't planned on being here first, but she couldn't help it if she was motivated and liked to take initiative, could she

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[crimson_handed]

((Coming from here.))

Kimbley appeared in the hallway outside the Sun Room, unarmed and expression blank. He didn't know what this woman looked like, but from the various expressions and postures of the quickly-passing-by people around here, he made a quick guess as to which one it might be. Maybe the woman with the irritated and bored expression, leaning against the wall with a sword next to her?

He kept his distance, stopping a few feet away from her, and appraised her silently for a moment before speaking.

"I'm here. What's so urgent?"

[crimson_handed]

Drawing first blood had never been a real imperative for Kimbley - just so long as he drew blood eventually. And he'd definitely hurt her, given the noise she let out. He grinned wildly even as her thumb came straight for his eye and her other hand tried to break his wrist. It hurt, yes, but he was stronger than that - it didn't snap, and that was all that mattered.

He bucked sharply, temporarily dislodging their tangle, and heaved back and to the side, attempting to slam her into the ground and get on top. If he could just manage that, he could let go of her shirt and use both hands to make her regret ever trying to kill him.

[wishescankill]

Oh crap. She really hadn't been expecting him to do that. The vengeance demon gasped as her back collided with the ground and all the breath was driven from her lungs.

With him on top of her like this, he wouldn't need his hands to keep her pinned in one place - he could do that with the rest of his body, leaving his hands free to pummel her. So she kept hold of Kimbley's wrist, and attempted to grind her thumb into his eye again. Which was a dumb, futile thing to do, she knew, but...

I'm not really a fighter, she thought, rather lamely.

[crimson_handed]

Kimbley grabbed hold of the woman's wrist with his own caught hand - it wasn't that much of a stretch, really, and now she'd have to bend her own wrist too far in order to break his - and snatched her other hand as it came back toward his face. Sure, his hands weren't free, but if he trapped one of her hands under one knee at some point, he'd be fine.

"So, what's the reason she sent you to kill me?" he asked, wanting some answers before he rendered her face into a bloody and unusable mess. "You never did relay that message."

[wishescankill]

"You idiot!" Anya snarled. "The message was me trying to kill you! I mean, duh!"

She struggled briefly to free her wrists from his grasp, but failed completely. Oh, if she still had her full strength, this guy would be a yucky smear on the wall by now.

"She didn't say why she wanted you dead, and I didn't care enough to ask."

[crimson_handed]

Made sense. Fuck off and DIE, you freak. He'd have to return the favor. His curiosity assuaged, Kimbley shoved the woman's hand away, let go, and proceeded to slam his fist into her face.

Sure, she could try to hit him back, but he was fast enough that it wasn't going to do much. Besides, with him pounding her face in like this, she'd probably be disoriented and trying to protect herself. Or maybe she was stronger than that and was still going to go straight for the face.

It didn't matter.

[haiiro_no_chou]

[From here.]

As they moved down the long main hallway of the Institute, the sound of fighting grew louder. A man and a woman, by the sound of it. Rukia shined her flashlight down the hall until she spotted two figures. One was bent over the other, and the one on the bottom seemed to be losing. Badly.

"Captain?" she asked, looking to Hitsugaya for guidance. It looked like Roland's answers would have to wait.

[whiteychan]

Hitsugaya walked quietly, content to leave Rukia and Roland to speak. He never was one for small talk, and tonight was no exception. He heard the sounds of combat, too, but at first thought nothing of it. Some monsters masqueraded as patients, and some prisoners were often taken away and forced to fight the others. Of course, tonight wasn't the night for that

[intoindra]

Yes, the answers would have to wait, and for this once, Roland was glad to have an interruption. Greg was a sore spot, and really, small talk could only go so far when he wanted food. So, two patients beating each other up, and a captain charging right into the thick of it, would work well enough.

Just one problem, though. Roland could smell that one of those two was not entirely human, and it took everything he had to keep his mouth from watering. A bat alone hadn't been nearly enough, and with one of them bleeding... well, it was like having blood in the water when a shark happened to swim by. He'd have to clamp that down as best he could

[blurred_divide]

[from here]

The pile of bodies in the middle of the hallway wasn't exactly hard to miss and Angel was close enough now to both catch and recognize just who that scent of blood belonged to.

Dammit. Great.

Two others were already pulling someone off of her, so he kept his focus on Anya instead, leaning down toward her.

"Hey, Anya, c'mon," he said, hoping a familiar voice would prevent her from automatically punching him out of an instinctive sense of self defense.

He reached out to help her to her feet and get her out of the way in case the other guy managed to break free and decided to finish her off for good. He had no idea what might've sparked the scuffle and he really didn't care at the moment. They could sort that out later. What he wanted to do now was to see that Anya wasn't hurt too badly-she didn't seem to be-make sure whoever had been attacking her wouldn't go after her again, and then move onto other pressing business, because he still had no idea where the hell Willow had disappeared to

[wishescankill]

Anya saw little lights explode in front of her eyes when Kimbley's first punch landed. This was like in the movies, when someone got hit so hard they saw birds flying around their head. Only without the birds.

She lay there and took all of the punches he threw at her, until suddenly there was a lot of shouting and Kimbley wasn't there anymore and Angel of all people was helping her up.

What the hell?

"Go away!" she hissed, trying to push Angel away. But she was really dizzy and couldn't quite manage it. She didn't change out of her demon form, because she knew that if they saw a bleeding girl they'd all feel bad for her and want to help her and she didn't think she could stand that. "Stop trying to save me," she said, not that he would listen. Angel seemed to have as much of a knight-in-shining-armor complex as Xander.

[crimson_handed]

The sudden appearance of flashlights pointed at them didn't really surprise Kimbley - he'd been wondering when someone would try to play the hero - but the shove against his side did effectively push him off. He'd been expecting someone to try and interfere directly, get between them, maybe drag him backwards, not shove him to the side ... and not with the intent only to shove. He'd been expecting pain.

Then again, not everybody was as violently unstable as he wished they would be.

Then his arms were grabbed as he tried to right himself and he was pulled back, with a quiet but commanding voice basically telling him to stop in his ear. When the woman was pulled up and away by someone else, he stopped any attempts to get back to her and deliver more hits. There wasn't a point any more. He got to his feet and didn't bother to pull his arms free; whoever had hold of him would let go eventually.

[haiiro_no_chou]

By the time Rukia caught up to Hitsugaya and Roland, the fight had already been broken up and another man had arrived. Apprently the woman's name was Anya, but on closer inspection she certainly didn't look like a normal woman! Her face was twisted and angry-looking - and bloody. Rukia couldn't completely choke down the small gasp that escaped her lips.

Unsure of what the situation was, she limped up behind Captain Hitsugaya and angled her flashlight beam toward the floor. Normally she would demand to know what was going on, but when she was with the Captain she deferred to him.

[whiteychan]

Hitsugaya instantly calmed once it was clear the fight was broken up. He lowered the Hyornimaru replica, yet remained vigilant for either one of them...probably the man...to try anything. "Alright, then," he said, glancing between the two of them with the look only a man well accusomed to dealing with incidents like this could muster. Even though he looked like a child, there was no softness in his face, only the calm eyes of a commander. "Would either of you mind telling me what happened?"

[intoindra]

...that was surprisingly painless, though Roland wasn't about to drop his guard anytime soon. It was better than having to get bits of him devoured in order to stop the attack. Of course, Fearless Leader took charge as was his right, and Roland felt a fair amount of relief. He himself wasn't really leadership material; he worked better as a strategist than as a commander.

As he took a step back, holding the long-haired man at arm's length, he noticed something else rather surprising. Namely, the tattoos on the man's palms. Roland almost jumped when he saw them- he was certain he saw another Atma mark at that moment. But no... no, nothing of the sort. Some weird cult mark, then? He could see the mark for 'God' on one hand, though somehow the demon doubted that was the real meaning.

Roland carefully let go of Kimbley's hands, remaining alert for now. He might get some answers later; but for now, Hitsugaya was taking charge, and the question he asked was one that Roland himself would like to hear the answer to.

[wishescankill]

[ooc: switching with Angel, w/ Maia's permission, to get Angel and Anya out faster XD, so Angel's up next so he can drag Anya away, then Kimbley etc as posted in the Lounge. Sorry to switch things up, we just thought this would be quicker! ^^;;;]

"What the hell business is that of yours, you little dweeb?!" Anya snarled at the short young man. "You're an impertinent child with stupid hair, and you have no right to butt in!"

She was feeling marginally better now, well enough to grab her sword up off the floor. Maybe she couldn't kill Kimbley, but she could at least take a swing at the kid.

Still a little wobbly, but at least quickly-wobbly, Anya raised her arm with every intention of bringing the sword down on the boy's head.