Post by lana on Apr 21, 2009 1:42:32 GMT -5
((I'm SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG. Again...anyway - OPEN. The first post is really long for backstory and the like, but yeah. If you find it's one of those TL;DR [[Too Long; Didn't Read]] kind of things...Lana gets her butt whooped and now she is passed out and waiting for someone to find her =/ SOMEONE PLZ VOLUNTEER.))
Loud, clanging footsteps echoed throughout the halls of the Nerezza castle. A large figure, an enormous, muscular man with black hair and a snarky moustache to accompany it stomped his way down the hall dressed entirely in black armour, save for the long, red cape that trailed behind him.
Everywhere he went, servants backed away wide-eyed - some even went as far as hiding behind curtains and tapestries hanging on the walls to avoid being seen by him.
But they remembered him. Everyone in this castle who saw him would remember him.
He stopped before the long, red-carpeted staircase that led up to the tower - his tower - that he remembered well. It was only three years ago that she stood down here instead of him.
He walked with slow, giant steps up the stairs, the whole time he could only feel her bare feet sprinting up them. He could hear her breathing heavily, and the whole time he could still hear the words he said to her which brought her here those three years ago.
"You want this to stop? Make it."
He opened and closed his hand by his side, still feeling her neck in it, the fingers squeezing tighter and the way her whole body struggled and shook as she tried to hit him away...
He saw the door and immediately the image of the young red-headed woman came to him. Three years ago, she stood in front of this giant door, her newly acquired longsword by her side. She burst through this very door that night...
"Well, if it isn't my favourite warrior - 'Mouth'," his deep voice chuckled. She glared at him.
"It's Lana Princel, you ass!" she yelled, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Her whole body shook with anger and he laughed at her. When he found her, she was eleven years old with long red hair and she cried whenever you touched her.
Eight years later and the nineteen year-old girl stood before him with short hair, pure hatred in her eyes, and a beautiful combination of a fiery temper, fighting style, and soul. She wore a black shirt, black pants that cut off just under the knee, and was bare-footed at the moment.
"What are you here for? Your training with me is long over," he said.
"Yet you still come and stomp all over me, push me around like I'm what?! You said yourself the only way the pain would stop is if I made it stop," her eyes turned deadly as she stared on at him, "you tell me what I'm here for."
This only caused him to laugh even louder. "Stupid girl. I'll kill you," he never drew his sword, he stood and stared straight at her and dared her to pull hers.
She did.
"So be it..."
The door flung itself open again and the positions held three years ago were now switched. She was there, just as he knew she'd be, standing by the window and looking to see who dared to enter this chamber. He grinned as her eyes widened.
"Captain Princel," he spat tauntingly at her and chuckled. Lana's eyes narrowed.
"Rous. You're not dead," she answered, oddly calm.
"You knew I wasn't," the former captain "Rous" stepped forward, "you went ahead and took the position as one of the Nerezza captains when you had no right to it. I'm here to take my rightful place back."
"Fantastic," Lana was sarcastic and she was already ready for a battle. If she knew him, he'd only take the position...
"By the traditional means - through the spilling of your blood," he grinned. The air was still and they were as well for a long moment. Neither of them so much as dared to breathe, staring at each other, awaiting the other to move first.
Like a perfectly choreographed dance, they simultaneously drew their swords and lunged at each other.
She knew what to expect, but she still wasn't ready for it. He was across the room in the blink of an eye, her sword was coming up to block his first attack and he threw his body into hers, his shoulder throwing her off her feet.
As his sword came down to stab her, she rolled and flipped back onto her feet - just as he came at her, she kicked up at him to try taking out the side of his head. He laughed as he grabbed her leg and threw her to the ground like a doll, her sword bouncing away from her. Before Lana could even roll again out of his reach, the captain Blake Rous grabbed her by the throat and lifted her high up in the air, his laughter taunting her.
"I was one of the ones who trained you - I know your every move..."
Their swords met quickly, violently, neither of them starting off gaining any type of advantage. The blades met again and Rous took this brief period of time to look her over and grin devilishly.
"You've gotten better, my dear. It's very impressive," he sneered yet Lana's facial expression did not change from the hard glare she was giving him.
"Go to hell," she simply responded, suddenly firing her leg into his side. As he fell over, she swung around and kicked his sword out of his hand. She was almost too comfortable with the idea of him being weaponless when he suddenly lashed his own leg out and took her down with him - in the time it took Lana to fall to the ground even low enough to throw herself back on balance, Rous was back to his feet and gave Lana a hard kick to the side which sent her flying across the room.
As she went to get back up, he was suddenly there in front of her. Lana kicked at him suddenly and when he shot his fist out she threw her own. One of her fists performed a fake attempt to hit him and as he went to block it she shot her other out to punch him in the jaw. This victory was short-lived as this man did incredibly well with pain, ignoring the pain he felt in his face by throwing his hand straight out and wrapping his thick fingers right around her throat, holding her up against the wall.
Loud laughter barely covered up the sound of Lana's scream as Captain Rous carried her by the neck to the end of the room and threw her down the staircase. She tried to fall in the most economical way possible, trying to roll to not hurt herself, yet she bounced and flew right into the stone wall at the foot of the stairs. Her head rang and spun and she knew her ear was bleeding without having to feel it, having it scraped against the wall as she landed.
His sword came flying at her and she pulled herself up, setting her feet just right and launching herself out of its way just as it stabbed the spot on the floor she was just on. Upon rolling back to her feet, she yanked down a rapier that was hanging up on the wall. It wasn't a 'sword' to her, but it was something to fight with.
"You remember this? How many times as it been that I've had you by your pretty little neck?"
Lana wriggled and tried to pry his fingers off, much like she had always attempted to do but never could quite get it. His grip tightened and she choked loudly, a great smile coming to his lips. Sadly, he never expected Lana's feet to be wearing shoes that gave her almost another foot in height - she could also kick higher now, too, getting him hard up the chin and as he loosened his hold she kicked out again into his abdominal area in order for him to release her.
Immediately as he tried to recover, she lunged herself into him and threw a punch. He shot his hand out and grabbed her wrist, throwing her up and over his head and through the very door that he had thrown her out of three years ago, and down the very same staircase.
Lana bounced, rolled, and flew into the same wall at the foot of the stairs that she had a few years ago yet. As she was getting up this time though, Rous was already down the stairs and gave her a hard kick to the face. Lana couldn't think straight, her head spun, all she could see was red, and she thought her arm was broken.
She dropped suddenly, falling to the ground, her eyes closed and she lay helpless on the castle floor. Rous laughed and as he reached down to grab her...
She shot to life with a knife in her hand, stabbing him hard in the chest where his armour didn't protect him, stabbing him multiple times wherever she could, and kicked him one last time into the stairs.
As Rous was recovering, Lana supported herself against the wall and got to her feet. She then ran away down the hall, down another flight of stairs, and eventually out of the castle and into the dark world.
He led the swordfight strongly, pushing her steadily into the corner at the end of the hall. When he got close, he stabbed at her, unexpecting her to drop suddenly to his feet and stabbing him as well in the leg with the other sword she had picked up.
It was almost too perfect. Captain Rous gave a yell in pain, falling backwards and conveniently up against the window. Opportunity screamed at her as she automatically shot to her feet, launching herself at him and with one mighty kick their eyes met for just a moment - both wide-eyed and with fear - as Captain Blake Rous fell to his untimely death from one of the top windows of the Dark-Soul Castle...
Now, Lana ran as far away from that castle as she could. Blood poured from an injury at the top of her head, multiple scratches and cuts all over her face (with bruises to add) along with a bleeding mouth. She could still feel his hand around her neck, each finger left a glowing red mark on her pale skin and though his hand was no longer there, she could still feel it squeezing the air out of her.
Not only was her right arm in unbelievable pain, but she couldn't even move it. She had no clue how far she'd escaped from the castle, but at long last enough was enough and she could no longer keep her balance.
She collapsed wherever she was, and surprisingly muttered, "...help..." before passing out.
Loud, clanging footsteps echoed throughout the halls of the Nerezza castle. A large figure, an enormous, muscular man with black hair and a snarky moustache to accompany it stomped his way down the hall dressed entirely in black armour, save for the long, red cape that trailed behind him.
Everywhere he went, servants backed away wide-eyed - some even went as far as hiding behind curtains and tapestries hanging on the walls to avoid being seen by him.
But they remembered him. Everyone in this castle who saw him would remember him.
He stopped before the long, red-carpeted staircase that led up to the tower - his tower - that he remembered well. It was only three years ago that she stood down here instead of him.
He walked with slow, giant steps up the stairs, the whole time he could only feel her bare feet sprinting up them. He could hear her breathing heavily, and the whole time he could still hear the words he said to her which brought her here those three years ago.
"You want this to stop? Make it."
He opened and closed his hand by his side, still feeling her neck in it, the fingers squeezing tighter and the way her whole body struggled and shook as she tried to hit him away...
He saw the door and immediately the image of the young red-headed woman came to him. Three years ago, she stood in front of this giant door, her newly acquired longsword by her side. She burst through this very door that night...
"Well, if it isn't my favourite warrior - 'Mouth'," his deep voice chuckled. She glared at him.
"It's Lana Princel, you ass!" she yelled, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Her whole body shook with anger and he laughed at her. When he found her, she was eleven years old with long red hair and she cried whenever you touched her.
Eight years later and the nineteen year-old girl stood before him with short hair, pure hatred in her eyes, and a beautiful combination of a fiery temper, fighting style, and soul. She wore a black shirt, black pants that cut off just under the knee, and was bare-footed at the moment.
"What are you here for? Your training with me is long over," he said.
"Yet you still come and stomp all over me, push me around like I'm what?! You said yourself the only way the pain would stop is if I made it stop," her eyes turned deadly as she stared on at him, "you tell me what I'm here for."
This only caused him to laugh even louder. "Stupid girl. I'll kill you," he never drew his sword, he stood and stared straight at her and dared her to pull hers.
She did.
"So be it..."
The door flung itself open again and the positions held three years ago were now switched. She was there, just as he knew she'd be, standing by the window and looking to see who dared to enter this chamber. He grinned as her eyes widened.
"Captain Princel," he spat tauntingly at her and chuckled. Lana's eyes narrowed.
"Rous. You're not dead," she answered, oddly calm.
"You knew I wasn't," the former captain "Rous" stepped forward, "you went ahead and took the position as one of the Nerezza captains when you had no right to it. I'm here to take my rightful place back."
"Fantastic," Lana was sarcastic and she was already ready for a battle. If she knew him, he'd only take the position...
"By the traditional means - through the spilling of your blood," he grinned. The air was still and they were as well for a long moment. Neither of them so much as dared to breathe, staring at each other, awaiting the other to move first.
Like a perfectly choreographed dance, they simultaneously drew their swords and lunged at each other.
She knew what to expect, but she still wasn't ready for it. He was across the room in the blink of an eye, her sword was coming up to block his first attack and he threw his body into hers, his shoulder throwing her off her feet.
As his sword came down to stab her, she rolled and flipped back onto her feet - just as he came at her, she kicked up at him to try taking out the side of his head. He laughed as he grabbed her leg and threw her to the ground like a doll, her sword bouncing away from her. Before Lana could even roll again out of his reach, the captain Blake Rous grabbed her by the throat and lifted her high up in the air, his laughter taunting her.
"I was one of the ones who trained you - I know your every move..."
Their swords met quickly, violently, neither of them starting off gaining any type of advantage. The blades met again and Rous took this brief period of time to look her over and grin devilishly.
"You've gotten better, my dear. It's very impressive," he sneered yet Lana's facial expression did not change from the hard glare she was giving him.
"Go to hell," she simply responded, suddenly firing her leg into his side. As he fell over, she swung around and kicked his sword out of his hand. She was almost too comfortable with the idea of him being weaponless when he suddenly lashed his own leg out and took her down with him - in the time it took Lana to fall to the ground even low enough to throw herself back on balance, Rous was back to his feet and gave Lana a hard kick to the side which sent her flying across the room.
As she went to get back up, he was suddenly there in front of her. Lana kicked at him suddenly and when he shot his fist out she threw her own. One of her fists performed a fake attempt to hit him and as he went to block it she shot her other out to punch him in the jaw. This victory was short-lived as this man did incredibly well with pain, ignoring the pain he felt in his face by throwing his hand straight out and wrapping his thick fingers right around her throat, holding her up against the wall.
Loud laughter barely covered up the sound of Lana's scream as Captain Rous carried her by the neck to the end of the room and threw her down the staircase. She tried to fall in the most economical way possible, trying to roll to not hurt herself, yet she bounced and flew right into the stone wall at the foot of the stairs. Her head rang and spun and she knew her ear was bleeding without having to feel it, having it scraped against the wall as she landed.
His sword came flying at her and she pulled herself up, setting her feet just right and launching herself out of its way just as it stabbed the spot on the floor she was just on. Upon rolling back to her feet, she yanked down a rapier that was hanging up on the wall. It wasn't a 'sword' to her, but it was something to fight with.
"You remember this? How many times as it been that I've had you by your pretty little neck?"
Lana wriggled and tried to pry his fingers off, much like she had always attempted to do but never could quite get it. His grip tightened and she choked loudly, a great smile coming to his lips. Sadly, he never expected Lana's feet to be wearing shoes that gave her almost another foot in height - she could also kick higher now, too, getting him hard up the chin and as he loosened his hold she kicked out again into his abdominal area in order for him to release her.
Immediately as he tried to recover, she lunged herself into him and threw a punch. He shot his hand out and grabbed her wrist, throwing her up and over his head and through the very door that he had thrown her out of three years ago, and down the very same staircase.
Lana bounced, rolled, and flew into the same wall at the foot of the stairs that she had a few years ago yet. As she was getting up this time though, Rous was already down the stairs and gave her a hard kick to the face. Lana couldn't think straight, her head spun, all she could see was red, and she thought her arm was broken.
She dropped suddenly, falling to the ground, her eyes closed and she lay helpless on the castle floor. Rous laughed and as he reached down to grab her...
She shot to life with a knife in her hand, stabbing him hard in the chest where his armour didn't protect him, stabbing him multiple times wherever she could, and kicked him one last time into the stairs.
As Rous was recovering, Lana supported herself against the wall and got to her feet. She then ran away down the hall, down another flight of stairs, and eventually out of the castle and into the dark world.
He led the swordfight strongly, pushing her steadily into the corner at the end of the hall. When he got close, he stabbed at her, unexpecting her to drop suddenly to his feet and stabbing him as well in the leg with the other sword she had picked up.
It was almost too perfect. Captain Rous gave a yell in pain, falling backwards and conveniently up against the window. Opportunity screamed at her as she automatically shot to her feet, launching herself at him and with one mighty kick their eyes met for just a moment - both wide-eyed and with fear - as Captain Blake Rous fell to his untimely death from one of the top windows of the Dark-Soul Castle...
Now, Lana ran as far away from that castle as she could. Blood poured from an injury at the top of her head, multiple scratches and cuts all over her face (with bruises to add) along with a bleeding mouth. She could still feel his hand around her neck, each finger left a glowing red mark on her pale skin and though his hand was no longer there, she could still feel it squeezing the air out of her.
Not only was her right arm in unbelievable pain, but she couldn't even move it. She had no clue how far she'd escaped from the castle, but at long last enough was enough and she could no longer keep her balance.
She collapsed wherever she was, and surprisingly muttered, "...help..." before passing out.
