night three - kill log.

[foxhounds]

Who: Killers and Orion
When: The third night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island

[ It's the dead of night in the jungle. Considering the Hunt, you have to wonder if you're actually safe out here, but it at least seems quiet. Maybe you could try getting some rest, or maybe you should keep watch. Either way, that quiet may not seem very comforting. ]

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[wartorns]

[Orion hasn't had a night of good sleep since he arrived here and tonight is no different. The only thing keeping him up is adrenaline. Unfortunate but true. The silence is no comfort for a man of war, but he does not cringe from it. For now he waits for the sun to rise, helmet on and ready for what may come.]

[yasusada]

[ From what he has learned, many people seem to have this whole outlook on life that different to him. Humans becoming scared of losing their life to the unknown — something that they aren't use to. For Yamato, he feels that if his life was taken by someone he knew that.. it'd be fine, right? Right! So he's doing a favor more than anything! For a sword, he knows the techniques of finding their prey in the dark of night — in which, after a few steps — it isn't long until he stumbles upon who was ideal to him.

There's a smile on his features and then one always remembers, kindness is the greatest virtue of all. ]

Eh? I didn't know you were here too!

[wartorns]

[Faintly he hears someone approaching and turns around in the direction of the sound. Seeing Yasusada doesn't make him lower his guarded stance.]

Not having a restful night? [He's spoken to this sword-man a couple times, mainly during the trials, but sees no reason to be comforted by his appearance.]

[yasusada]

Hm? I'm having a good night.. the moon looks nice and even though I'm not in the comforts of my home — I'm at ease? I do wonder the same of you, for one to ask such a question.. could you be having a bad night?

[ It's understandable to Yamato that some people won't sleep because of the fact The General could be about — waiting to strike. He only laughs only a little bit as he crosses his hands before him that hide in the sleeves on his haori. He does remember to keep his distance for he has no right to come any close unless invited. He is a good sword when it comes to things like this! ]

Something on your mind? Would you like to talk?

[ Easing into one's space isn't so hard to do, but it does seem to take time which Yamato has. ]

[wartorns]

I've been having bad days and nights since coming here. [Stupid damn game.] Nothing to say besides that. I only worry for how things are going to turn out, just like everyone else.

[yasusada]

Is that so, is that so? I'm sorry to hear that. [ He really is, though a thought does come to his mind. ] How do you wish for things to turn out, some people tell me how tired they are of living. I wonder.. are you the same? Humans are really weird creatures!

[wartorns]

I'm not a human. I'm a New God from the planet New Genesis.

[Just to...clarify...]

I'm not tired of living. I'm tired of this bullshit game, but that's not enough to stop me from wanting to live. [He huffs.] Now what do you want? I'm not really in the mood to chat.

[yasusada]

A New God? Huh.. Well that's new, I've never killed a god before. [ He's blunt because when it comes to life and death — he doesn't really mind! Besides, there's a smile on his face as he places a hand on the hilt of his sword. ]

Then I'll help you, aren't I benevolent. If you're so tired, you have to go right? If we look at it like that.. I can help you. Don't you think to die by my hands would be nice, at least it's from someone you've at least spoken to.

[ A pause as he takes one step closer. ]

What do you think?

[wartorns]

[So that's what he's here for. There's no surprise and instead he turns his defensive stance into a fighting one.]

I think you're full of shit. I'm fed up with this game, but not enough to just roll over and die for the likes of you. If it's a kill you want, go elsewhere. If it's a fight, then get ready.

[yasusada]

[ Unsheathing his blade is natural for him, to not be part of it as one is what's new. His gaze upon the other is locked and it's enough to bring the male to become just a little giddy about this. ]

Ah? Do you think so? I don't think this is a game when it's a matter of life and death — you're the one who's tired and I'm going to help you rest. [ There's a pause as he looks off to the side to see if he really wants to leave but places his attention back on the other. ] A fight sounds better than anything. Running away is called cowardice. [ He quickly moves forward, arm placed against his chest in order to extend when he's close enough to slash at the front of his person. ]

[wartorns]

["Help rest." Please. Just because he's fed up doesn't mean he wants to die. No - his will to live is strong. Stronger than this damn game he's in.

When Yasusada moves forward, faster than Orion even expected, he jumps back to avoid the slash with a grunt. It ends up slicing through the front of his chest, a shallow cut made through his jacket and breaking the skin though not going much deeper.

Right after that though, Orion jumps toward the man with a howl. If he can get him down and pinned, the sword won't be as useful.]

[yasusada]

[ He's happy to see that his blade had connected with the other's skin, though he isn't as pleased. It's upsetting knowing he can feel this rush through his body — the downsides of not being part of his vessel. He has to pay attention, he does and he's surprised that Orion doesn't inspect the cut on his body. The uchigatana is proud, the fact that someone is more focused on the battle than themselves. ]

Ah, you should let me stab you at least once. That isn't enough.

[ There's a small step back as he re-positions his blade to point forward. If he's meant to be pinned down, he doesn't mind forcing his vessel forward to stab the other through his body. Besides, he does have a secret weapon even if his blade becomes unusable. ]

[wartorns]

[He connects with Yasusada and the two fall to the ground, but Orion has no way of avoiding the stab that comes with it. It pierces into his chest, hiding his rib cage, and he lets out a blood curdling scream through it all. He's been stabbed before, hurt in many ways that most can't imagine, but it still stings every time. He fights through the pain and tries to get his hands around the man's throat.]

[yasusada]

[ There's a laugh that comes from him at the sound of the other's pain, it's enticing and he enjoys it but what gives Yamato a sort of high is the most that hands are places around his throat. Breathing becomes tedious and hard, he can't move the sword any more than just pushing it forward since it's made home within the other's body. The lack of breath makes it hard for him to do much, gasping for air and he can't push the other away due to their size difference.

Using his free hand to dig within the armor of his chest plate, he pulls out the gun from between them to point it towards the other and it's not hard to learn how to use it — pulling the trigger right at the other's heart. ]

[wartorns]

[Orion is only focused on the the way the man's face begins to turn blue and the victory that's in sight. In the back of his head he thinks how this will possibly be explained tomorrow, how he'll have to lie about it because would they even believe it was self-defense? This place is bringing out the worst in everyone, including him. That's what he hates the most really. He's not tired of the game - he's tired of how it's making him feel. Disgraced.

It's those thoughts, perhaps, that distract him from noticing the gun that gets pulled out. And the only recognition of it is the sharp popping sound in the air and the sudden shock of agonizing pain that blooms in his chest. Like his whole body is collapsing at once.

He tries to scream, but the only thing that comes out is a choke and gagging sputter of blood, all landing on the man's face below him. The strength in his body is drained and the hands wrapped around Yamato's throat lose all power behind them. He tries not to collapse in spite of his injury...but that's just the foolish hope of a warrior sent to the grave.

It doesn't last more than a few seconds and he falls on top of Yamato entirely, the life drained out of him, his breath gone and body lifeless.]