Hunted Part: 10

Lucian’s sword snapped forward like the strike of a snake. With just a flick the first few inches of his blade sliced into his foe’s skull right between his eyes. Dewach grunted and staggered slightly pulling his head away.
Lucian watched the wound heal almost instantly, the blood drawing into the wound until no trace remained.
Dewach swung his huge poleaxe in a wide arc but the weapon was easily avoided. As it passed Lucian darted forward again striking twice just above the eyes.
After each pass Lucian struck and cut. Each wound brought a grunt of pain and closed quickly.
“You’re slow and your weapon is slower.” Lucian taunted. “You can’t change direction, feint, parry or block effectively once you’ve swung, and your attacks lack flexibility. In short...you’re a terrible opponent.”
As if to prove his point he pressed the attack. Feinting for his large foe’s stomach he then switched angles and again slashed the beast’s brow.
Again and again he struck. Each time changing how the attack started or the angle it came from. Each time cutting deeply into the face of his opponent. Each time the wounds quickly healed.
Lucian noted that the blood did not always flow into the wound it came from. It simply seemed to seek to return. To be whole again.

“Luciaaan..” came a bored cry from the upper tier of the arena. “You are boring me. You’ve tried the same attacks many  times. Mix things up.”
The wizard’s raised eyebrow and frown should his lack of enthusiasm as he spoke, “Entertain me in your last moments. You can obviously see your attacks are having no effect.”

Lucian’s smirk grew larger giving his face a devious appearance. “Oh?” he spoke, “But I think they ARE having an effect.” As if to prove his point he slashed Dewach’s forehead straight across the brow causing the beast to flinch backwards with a grunt of pain.
Lucian laughed cruelly as he danced away.
With a cry of outrage at the slight, pushed too far by the constant unreturned attacks, Dewach began to swing his enormous weapon in a large circular motion. Faster and faster he swung. His lumbering steps drawing closer to Lucian. The roar of the circling weapon as it rushed through the air was drowned out by its owner’s inhuman cry.
As the blade drew near Lucian leapt high and flattened out his body allowing the weapon to pass uncomfortably close beneath him. His eyes were grim as his own blade swung in the opposite direction cutting into and through the arms of his large foe severing them near their elbows.
With a yowl and look of shock Dewach staggered as his weapon, now free of its anchoring point, sailed across the arena to lodge itself blade first in the wall. One arm still grasp the handle though it hung limply from its perch.
Lucian landed in a crouch in front of Dewach and slashed again open a large rift in the creature’s belly. As intestine and bile spilled out Dewach hunched over, perhaps to try and hold in the contents of his body but his arms were no longer up to the task.
With a turn and one last cut Lucian severed the head of his enemy and caught it by the hair. He held it aloft for a moment, watching the eyes watch him as the jaw soundlessly worked, before tossing it into the now open stomach cavity of the creature.
Again tendrils of blood and sinew snaked from each part trying to close the horrible injuries. Without being in proper place the body fought against itself. The neck portion trying to seal the torso. The torso trying to close around the head. The whole while the eyes of Dewach stared at Lucian with hatred. After a time the torso began to close while inside the gaping wound the horror show of knitting and sliding intestines tried to make sense of itself.
A single cheer came from above but was quickly silent.

“Wizard!” shouted Lucian as he slowly looked up to meet his tormentor’s eyes. “I think it’s time we danced!”
With that he broke into a sprint.

Chemistry

This isn't actual chemistry like you would learn about in high school. This is my rambling thoughts on chemistry of a personal nature. Between two people.
I personally believe in chemistry. It's something that effects me in huge ways so I can't not be a believer. While there may be a woman who is undeniably attractive if I don't feel chemistry with her...that..spark...that connection...*shug*
But when there is chemistry? *>WHAM<* Chemistry is my favorite word for it because...of the way the other person effects me. Their smell...their taste...their skin on mine...their breath...all cause an excitement in me...that becomes so basic...so deeply effecting to me on my smallest levels that I can't not be attracted to them.
It's rare for me to feel this way towards someone...but sadly it happens.
I have a friend who was told, by a boy she was head over heels for, that he didn't like the way she smelled. Not her perfume. Not her deodorant. But her base scent. This is also chemistry. He chemically didn't mesh with her. Like acid to base.
To me she smells like rain in a fall forest, almond blossoms, and sunshine. Her skin is sweetness and salt. My brain can not even grasp how anyone...ever..could not want to bury their face in her hair...nuzzle at her neck softly kissing and tasting the skin there.
I can only imagine he smells like rotted pickles, mold, and disappointment.
Chemistry, for me, filters everything else. If I just indulge my senses I become very primal. Animalistic thoughts, wants, and desires boil forth washing over my rational mind. I tend to keep myself in check. When in situations where this could be an issue, like say...always, I reign myself in. I move away from the person I most want to be next to.  I look anywhere but at them.
When two people click chemically and can actually act on those feelings. SHAZAM!!
If you can find someone who does this for you let them know. Worst case...you creep them out and they stop talking to you...your circle of friends gets skewed because they avoid you but you all want to hang out together and when you all meet up things are awkward and you end up splitting friends up and no one will go bowling with you.
But the chances of that happening are rare and the payoff is worth that risk.

Hunted Part: 9

Dewach stalked forward gathering his enormous poleaxe as he did so. He hefted the weapon onto to his massive shoulder, the haft bending slightly under the tremendous weight of the blade. He walked slowly but his large stride covered the slight distance to his prey quickly.
Lucian continued to smile coldly. No mirth touched the eyes that locked onto his foes. He began to press and pack the soil beneath his feet slightly, while hunching slightly and bringing his hands upwards as if to wrestle the behemoth before him.
Dewach chuckled deeply at the sight. Sometimes he played with his prey but not today. Something in the manner of movements of his enemy told him to finish this quickly. Play with what's left but after it was dead.
They stood there a moment. Staring. In large battles or once fighting had started hesitation would kill you but one on one...fighting an unknown foe...patience was your ally. Sometimes it all came down to who blinked first.
Lucian let the smile fade from his face though a contemptuous curl of his lip remained. Slowly he let his eyes close, almost as if he was unaware or uncaring of the horror that stood before him.
Dewach wasted no time in taking advantage of his foes foolishness. With a deep throated growl he swung the huge weapon in his hands forward. The speed was so great the handle bent further under the strain, the massive blade at the end racing to catch up. There was a distinctive roar of wind as it sliced through the air travelling at a blur.
Lucian dropped down and dove forward tucking his shoulder into the turf and rolling as he hit. He let his roll carry him back to his feet bringing him to the immediate side of the brute. Once there he spun on his toes and dove away again to the immediate left of his enemy.
Dewach's huge weapon slammed into the earth once again missing his target. Without wasting a time Dewach swung around to catch his foe across the back as he finished his second roll.
Greenish blood splashed heavily along Lucian's back. Dewach stared at the image confused that it wasn't his weapon crushing through this tiny fool. Looking back to where he had initially struck he saw his weapon still there...both of his hands also remained still griping the handle fiercely.
Glancing downwards his gaze feel upon the stumps at the ends of his arms...cleanly cut...blood pumping outwards with each squeeze of his large heart.
Lucian turned slowly to face his foe his eyes now opening just as slowly as they had closed. "Thank you for the return of my blade creature. It is one of my most precious possessions." Gripped lightly in an underhand position the curved blade of his sword Bushido glistened with blood of his foe.
"Now if you would allow me to collect my scabbard...I'll let you live....or kill you quickly. Whichever you choose." A smile curled from his lips slyly.
Dewach looked at him a moment longer. Then he began to laugh. Slowly and deep came his laughter like the thunder promising a storm.
He reached his bleeding stumps towards his hands and the blood pumping outwards seemed to leap at the severed hands. First splashing the handle and then leaping almost into the hands themselves. The closer the wounds came to each other the more it seemed as if fluid...or tendrils were reaching towards each other. The wrists connected to the severed hands the bleeding seemed to stop. Then...slowly at first but then faster...the blood seemed to seep back into the flesh.
Dewach pulled his hands free from his weapon and flexed and unflexed his fingers, knuckles cracking. Still laughing darkly he once again grasped the handle of the poleaxe and pulled it from the ground. Turning to fully face his foe Dewach continued to chuckle.
Lucian looked from his enemies face, to the now feeling healed hands, and back to his face. He left forth a deep sigh. "Well if it's going to be THAT kind of fight let me give you a couple of pointers on your fighting style." And with that he leapt at the beast sword raised high.