Week 5: Execution

[becomemod]

week 5:

 

execution

Sunday morning starts off quietly enough, almost peaceful after the events of the past few days. Today, the alarm on everyone's phone starts at 12 PM, with a reminder of the execution to take place at 1 PM at the stadium. Unlike the Saturday notifications, however, this is the only reminder you get. It appears that attendance is not mandatory this time.

Well. Not for all of you, anyway. One of you feels a compulsion to head to the stadium, heading straight inside and following the staff to ready themselves for what's to come. All others who arrive at the stadium, hero or civilian, are led to spectator seating.

As the clock strikes 1 PM, Kogitsunemaru walks into the arena. On the opposite end of the field, Jolyne steps out to greet them. As long as they both live, neither will able to leave the area, nor will any outsiders be able to enter.

You don't have to watch, of course. That's your choice. But with the event being broadcast all over the city, it may be hard to avoid. In-person or across town, everywhere is buzzing with gossip of the newly discovered villain about to face justice. Regardless of where you go or whether you choose to watch, the only thing to do now is wait.

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[aburage]

[ he does attempt to dodge out of the way but stepping down on his sore ankle sure does make him wince and- ouch, right into the ribs it goes. ]

Ngh- It's only a trick if you cannot see past it.

[ honestly, if she tried he'd just be skittering back like the weirdest fox shaped lizard because for all he is a high leveled swordsman, he probably has like, 2hp against full frontal assaults. that being said, he shifts, and in a move that's probably illegal in real kendo, kicks at her shin, so he can strike her back ]

[floridas]

[ the fizard...

wow he kicked at her shins! that's totally illegal! she yelps when she's kicked and goes down hard on her arm that's literally just stopped hurting! her kendo stick skitters out of her hands and she rolls, but probably gets struck anyways. she isn't fast enough, and the sword is like an extension of kogitsunemaru - less tool, more appendage.

that's what she was sort of afraid of. she was kind of hoping by psyching herself up with the kendo stick, she could maybe fake it 'til she made it, but... ]

That's just 'cause there's a shitty curtain over it!!!

[ well she tries to kick out at his feet! very fast - her fingers digging into the ground and... something like smoke... slowly coming up between her knuckles...? huh? ]

[aburage]

[ what's odd is that instead of moving in to attack again, he takes the opportunity to back up and wait instead of pressing forward. it seems whatever he's fighting internally isn't quite done with him yet and for all that he is attempting to take this as seriously as it should be, there's that very real discomfort dictating his odd movements. ]

One can still see through curtains with enough light. It only takes clear thought- and a bit of mischief.

[ he's willing to keep up the banter at least, hopping over her kick before taking up a defensive pose again. there's a bit of a furrow to his brow when he notices she's begun to do something and well, his own kendo blade takes on a minor hue in response.

round two, start! ]

[floridas]

Mischief this!

[ because she's getting up, slowly stepping backwards. where her hands were gripping the ground, there is a fiery indiscernible brand, and on her hands, enormous flames winding between each of her fingers, not unlike a pair of brass knuckles made of flame. they sit on her hands, as thought custom made, their flames a surging crimson as she brings her knuckles up. flexing her fingers... she eyes both her hands before lifting her gaze to kogitsunemaru...

and surging towards him, this time with a punch. those flaming brass knuckles seem to flare up brilliantly as she aims to deliver a strike, trying to get at his hands to perhaps knock his sword out of his grip. ]

[aburage]

[ his face probably says everything that ever needed to be said about this turn of events. here he is with a wooden stick facing down what will probably be a fiery rain of doom, but he's got maybe a single trick left up these empty sleeves of his and there's nothing like a little interest to change things up a bit, right?

he lets the fist come far too close for comfort, a deer in headlights look forming across his face before logic kicks back in. a sharp twists to the left, and with perfect pitcher aim, he strikes a shot at her exposed back. ]

[floridas]

[ her fists are super hot right now, some flickering blue around the edges. she's furious. if he wants to bat her around, he can do it full on or not at all. which he does. he really does. he strikes her right across her back and she chokes as it makes contact. it doesn't ground her, but it hits... a hell of a lot more than she thought a fucking stick would hurt! there's a bright welt from the hit and she's silently thankful she hasn't gone airborne or that might have been her wings.

she twists quickly, pain on her face, but fleet footwork taking her back like a boxer as she pulls her arms in tight again. and then aims to deliver another fast flurry of blows, fire coating her knuckles, but her skin just fine, flush with heat, but not at all burnt as they perhaps ought to be.

while her strikes are dangerous, without a weapon she is open. it's the risk she takes being in close combat. but it's fine. she can take it. she knows that she can. ]

[aburage]

[ oh this is bad. he's got his arms up to protect his face but it's many fists at too high a speed and he is but a mere swordsman. even a single blade cannot protect against all of that, and it shows with the burn that marks up and down his arms. most surprisingly, perhaps, is the fact the kendo sword hasn't shattered into a thousand pieces yet.

while it hurts, and he strongly wishes to not be yet another blade lost to flame, it does seem likely this is how he goes. yet even so, it doesn't stop him from blindly lashing out, doing his best to push jolyne back yet again before she gets a lucky blow in. ]

[floridas]

[ yeah it is a lot of pummeling. this is what she's good at, and even if he gets a block in and it stings her fist, the other hand will find purchase elsewhere. there's a rage etched into her brow. a wetness in her eyes that follows it.

i have to be strong. i have to be.

he lashes out, even as she delivers a sharp strike to the kendo stick, and her eyes widen with a little !? blipping in. why the hell is it not??? breaking!? there's a brief moment where she's pulling back, evaluating for the moment, trying to figure out how she wants to strike. she went hard at the start, after all, she needs to breathe... just a second. ]

[aburage]

[ hehe

he says, but grandpa's feeling the heat. while the burns are not deep, are certainly numerous and painful. his posture is nowhere near as sharp as it was when they began, and it looks like even he's starting to look a little worn around the edges. it's fine though, it's almost over and then they can both rest. ]

Come then, show me the strength of your convictions.

[floridas]

[ not hehe!

but god... she's feeling it. doing what they do best - they're at equal strength. the kendo sword's resilience somehow is matching her own, but every strike she gets under him, she knows has to count. He's powerful, and there are no blades here, so she needs to make sure she's striking with accuracy, with purpose.

she stands there, her own shoulders slumped, but her knuckles aflame. this is no stone free, the winding and unwinding sensation, the cool feeling of her stand behind her, one and the same. but this is... this is good. this power, it's...

purpose. conviction. with a shout, her wings unfurl from her back, adding to her speed as she darts forward to slam her fists into him one last time. ]

[aburage]

[ in a better timeline, he would have loved sparring with her, fists against wooden blade just for the funsies of it. in this life, all he can do is be impressed by the raw strength in her blows, mentally tabulating her at maybe even strong enough to wield an ootachi with minor struggle.

here, he meets her blow, wincing as it pulls and burns uncomfortably. yet there's proper conviction in it now, one that even he can feel and he quirks up a smile even in the midst of this all ]

There we go.

[ oddly enough, even this close to her mid battle, he won't look her in the face ]

[floridas]

[ this is it. this is definitely probably... it.. and her fists tremble. she's beaten people to death before. this is nothing new for jolyne. she's fought for her life, and her muscles remember it as she slams him back against a wall. her thoughts blare forward, furious still, but upset that perhaps... maybe she could have learned a thing or two from him. things could have been better, kinder. perhaps. instead:

look. at. me.

her hands flare up one last time, crimson red crowned in fluttering bits of blue.

face me. i'm angry with you.




but we'll see you again soon.

and with one final breath, she will deliver a series of deadly blows, the sort that are meant to break bone, to pulverize organ. it's a killing series of blows, and each strike the muscles in her back bunch, electric, and her hair looses and the fire at her fists is an indomitable inferno. ]


- Goodbye... Kogitsunemaru...

[aburage]

[ it hurts, that's for certain. even he can't help the gasps of pain at feeling his body crunch under her hands. despite wanting to hide it, the tight grip he's held onto it this entire time, there's no hiding the sheer fear in his eyes when she strikes true.

he doesn't want her to see that. he doesn't want her to regret it. and so, through broken bones and destroyed organs, he breathes out his final words ]

You......... did well. Congratulations.

[ his blurry eyes then flick to the spectators, seeking and searching before smiling ever so slightly. this fox will be going ahead then.


Kogitsunemaru is dead ]

[becomemod]

THE DAY IS SAVED

 

[ As Kogitsunemaru's body disappears with a poof of smoke, along with all evidence of what just occurred, the barrier goes down.

Kogitsunemaru is dead.

Jolyne is free to exit the stadium anytime they choose, as are any other onlookers. ]