night two - kill log.

[foxhounds]

Who: Killers and Stocking Anarchy
When: The second night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island

[ It's the dead of night when you first hear it. It's the distinct sound of baying hounds barking nearby. This must be the Hunt that you were warned of, and though it seems impossible, they sound very close. You can try and run, but The General and his foxhounds are hot on your trail... And oddly enough, even if you do try and run, you'll feel yourself growing more and more tired with every step. It seems this wasn't a completely fair hunt from the start. ]

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[meatery]

More's- [Dodge] the- [Hit on the forearm by one of those branches, that might leave a graze] pity!

[This is a tricky move to do right when dealing with a real opponent, Gi-ne knows that, and when she's not sure of her own strength... She doesn't hold back anything when she slams her fist into Stocking's jaw with a fierce uppercut. The aim is to break her neck, but she'll settle for a knockout.]

... I'm starting to get fond of dogs.

[bitter_sweet_anarchy]

[N-not the jaw, she needs that for eating sweets! But nonetheless, Gi-ne moves so fast that a strike to the jaw comes completely out of the blue. Had she been able to seen it coming, a straight shot might have done the trick, but she's not quite as agile without her wings.

So she'll hit the ground with a broken mandible, alright; her sticks falling to the brush with a bit of a clatter, but let it be known that she gets up regardless, spitting blood at Gi-ne as she shakily gets to her feet.]

E-eat shit...

[meatery]

[Gi-ne's surprised!] Ah- You're tougher than I thought.

I'm starting to get a little excited... [That's weird, Gi-ne.] But you know you can't beat me.

[bitter_sweet_anarchy]

F-fuck you...

[She just shakes her head. If she got out of this alive, her jaw would probably have to be wired shut...but she can, if nothing else, bide her time. She's strong as hell, and closing the distance would be murder...well, even more so.

She tries for another branch; it doesn't have a point, but this one is a bit thicker, and it'll keep herself from closing the distance too badly as she comes in for round 2.]

[meatery]

[It might not be the wisest move to wait for Stocking to grab another branch and ready herself for another attack, but saiyans have never been known for their wisdom.

But, this time, when Stocking comes in for a strike Gi-ne catches the branch with both her hands.]

I mean it. You can't.

[Yanks on the branch, intending to pull Stocking in close so she can bring a knee up to hit whatever ends up being closest.]

[bitter_sweet_anarchy]

[Unfortunately, Stocking gets pulled right in...and takes that knee straight to the center of her chest. She heaves in, gasping for air, but she hasn't fallen to the ground just yet, wide open for another hit as she reels from the knee.

She might just be done for soon enough...]

[meatery]

[Gi-ne drops the branch and grips her hands together, raises them up... And slams them down on the back of Stocking's head, as hard as she can.]

[bitter_sweet_anarchy]

[ And with that, it looks like she stays down...she's done for, Gi-ne. She's not unconscious just yet, but it doesn't look like she's getting up anytime soon. ]

[meatery]

[Gi-ne crouches down next to Stocking and puts her hand on the back of her head, holding her firmly but gently in place. The foxhound stands up from where it was sitting and watching the fight and cocks it's head to the side curiously.]

... I promise you, whatever it takes, I'm going to win.

[Time to finish her off. She hesitates, as though she's not quite sure what to do, but then Gi-ne's tail moves and drops the steel cleaver into her waiting hand. Gi-ne raises the cleaver, brings it down slowly to Stocking's neck, judging the appropriate placement... And then lifts it again the swing it down with enough force to sever her head from her body.]

No matter what.

[bitter_sweet_anarchy]

[ She's only vaguely aware of herself and her surroundings, delirious as Gi-ne grabs her by the hair. She had lost this one, there was no question about that. But she can't even bring herself to open her mouth and let out some kind of fucking snide remark, in a state like this.

God, she was fucking pathetic. What the hell would her sister say at a time like this? Fuck knows, but she can't bring herself to care at this point. She was careless. And now she was gonna fucking die.

The biggest regret she has now is that she's still got a fucking lollipop that's gonna get wasted. Fucking great. ]

[meatery]

[Gi-ne is a professional. The cut is clean and fast enough that Stocking probably barely has time to register the pain before she dies.

The foxhound whines and trots over to sniff at the blood- but Gi-ne quickly grabs him by the scruff of his neck and pulls him away.]

No, Tayto.

[She stands back up, blood dripping from her cleaver onto the grass as she stares down at Stocking's corpse. She waits a few moments, her expression blank... Before she closes her eyes and walks back off into the jungle, foxhound following loyally.]