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Maketh Tua ([personal profile] mismanagement) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-10-07 12:05 pm

[Video]

Lilith is gone.

[If you don't know Maketh well, the redness around her eyes might be mistaken for a restless night and not from crying.]

The patrol roster will be adjusted accordingly. That is all.
hotspurred: (you would appear)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-10-18 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Want you to hurt?

[Henry wishes that he had Edward's ability to see into a person -- he cannot tell whether Maketh is like him, in that physical sensation grounds him and allows him to gain control over spiralling, wild emotions, or whether it is a more sinister desire. He'll never forget that she once used death as a form of self-punishment.

Still, he makes a quick grab for her, looking to gain a hold.]
hotspurred: (strength of will)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-10-21 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[She does not know what she is asking for. She has never seen him really lose his temper. Nor will she, ever, if Henry has his way.]

Make me.

[He does not let her keep her grip, delivering a strike of his fist directly to her median nerve on her forearm to force her to reflexively release her hold, at which point he bodyslams her to knock her off balance and give himself an opening.

He continues on the offensive, hoping to wear her down faster than he currently is.

In a swift motion he grabs the outside of her left hand – including her little and ring fingers – with his left hand and pulling it in arc towards his left hip, creates a wrist lock. He grabs under her elbow on the same arm with his right hand, pointing it upwards, and then drives her elbow down to the floor, throwing her down.]
hotspurred: (leave not one)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-10-22 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Henry doesn't avoid her lunge because he knows he has the weight advantage, and the force of it alone is not enough to break his stance. The impact will help his aims more than aversion will, or so he thinks. He merely grabs both of her shoulders and gives her a hard shove back.

She'll keep coming, until she can't. The harder part is wearing out her rage and mitigating the harm from her trickery.

He cannot call himself all that successful at the latter.]
hotspurred: (a feeble thing)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-10-23 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[This time Henry turns his hips and lets her kick meet his thigh instead, huffing his displeasure at the attempt, his eyes narrowing.]

Again?!

[As if to discourage her from repeating tactics, he uses one of her own moves against her and headbutts her. Such blows won't work twice. That, he hopes, is clear.]
hotspurred: (leave not one)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-10 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Under any other circumstance he would cheer her tenacity, but right now, on the receiving end of them, he doesn't appreciate her choice of tactics.

When Maketh lunges, Henry grabs her right arm with both of his hands and pulls her to his right side; he then steps behind her right leg with his right leg, grabs hold of her left side with his right hand, and throws her over his right hip.

She is flagging. The end, he thinks, is in sight, though he does not rule her out just yet.]
hotspurred: (whom you seek)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-11 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[It will be a hard task to make him do so.]

How much longer can you stand?

[Henry retorts as he steps forward, grabbing Maketh's right arm by the muscle with his left hand and grabbing the outside of her left arm with his right, lower down. He pushes her right arm back and pulls her left arm forward, to put her into the optimal grappling position.]
hotspurred: (a worthless bunch)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-12 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Henry winces at the burst of pain, but suppresses his flinch. Evidently Maketh has no idea what it is like to take a lance to the helmet at full tilt. There is no comparison.

Were it a real fight, he would follow his intact grip though and cause a dislocation by sliding his left hand below her right elbow, gripping tightly and pulling it towards him as his right hand pushed her left arm back. Or he would use the opening of her high reach to reach under her arms, clasp his grip behind her back and lift her to his left side, turning with the lift, then drop her onto his knee and break her back--

But he does not wish to do Maketh actual harm, even if in her anger she is trying to rupture his eardrums in addition to his loins. The split second of consideration is merely him purging his annoyance.

(His temperament is perhaps not the best fit for what he is trying to accomplish here.)

Instead, ears still ringing, Henry lifts her left arm, ducks his head under, and pulls her arm onto his neck while dropping his left hand to grab the bend of her left leg. He throws her over his back.]
hotspurred: (an ally)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-12 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Henry looks over his shoulder at Maketh, then turns after a few seconds. He slowly circles round, giving her a moment's breathing space.

Once her swearing comes to an end, he stops before her and bends, extending his hand in a wordless offer of help.

He'd like to think she knows it's over now, but there is a small chance that she might try to break his fingers instead. He'll take that risk anyway.]
hotspurred: (great faith)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-12 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Henry squeezes Maketh's hand, then kneels himself. He places his free hand on the back of her head and strokes her hair. When he speaks, it is gently.]

Keep going on. But you must allow yourself to grieve.'Tis never weak to feel.
hotspurred: (be not so arrogant)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-13 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Here is the outpouring.]

It matters not. You are forgiven all the same.

[As the adrenaline and focus of the fight fade, the ache returns to prominence. But that is irrelevant. Bodies heal quickly and easily enough in a way that wounds to the soul do not. He knows.]

It shall hurt for some time. There is no escaping that. But... [Henry sighs, still stroking her head.] But you need not bear it alone, Maketh. Nor must you bear it well every minute of the day. Let go. Those who care for you will gladly comfort you.
hotspurred: (strength of will)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-14 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
For what? You are not at fault.

[Henry does not promise that all shall be well again, but he remains a solid presence for Maketh to lean on as long as she needs him.]

You can and will survive this, sister. I promise.
hotspurred: (may clearly see)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-16 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Henry gives a somewhat wry chuckle and huffs. Even a weak smile from Maketh is heartening under the circumstances.]

I pray that you refrain in the future. I do plan to have children.
hotspurred: (be not so arrogant)

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-17 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[He feels a small pang of guilt at that. Getting to his feet, Henry then hauls Maketh up too.]

...I cannot stand the thought of you alone after this. [He tells her, before he insists:] Once you are done here let us return to your apartment, where you might pack a bag and then bring it up to mine. You should stay with me.

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