He was still pacing when he heard the footsteps. Stopping mid-stride, he turned just in time to catch the flat of the hatchet against his temple. He hit the ground with a groan. His head felt like it had exploded. All he could see was stars. Trying to get to his feet was proving useless. It was like trying to stand on the deck of a ship in the middle of a typhoon.
She was quick to pin him down, not that there was much trouble in doing so. She’d hit him hard enough to throw his balance out of whack. The impact had dissolved her cloak, leaving her visible as she pressed the sharp edge of the hatchet to the Sniper’s neck, brows drawn.
Maybe this would get her point across, that she detested the man and wasn’t going to let him try to cage her without some consequences.
"Surprise," she grunted, pressing the hatchet harder against his neck, just to make sure he got no ideas. She’d sharpened it after using it to break the door open, and she could see where some blood welled against the edge.
Lent was almost over and he’d be able to drink again. Just a few more days, less than a week, and his suffering would be over. He proved he was stronger than the stuff and he’d be able to slip back into its warm embrace soon. In the meantime, he was pacing outside of his cabin, wringing his hands anxiously. In his fuss over his reluctant sobriety, he’d forgotten why he was avoiding being out in the open in the first place.
Berezi had been waiting patiently for a good moment to take a little well-deserved revenge. Evidently, he’d known she’d be looking for him and had been keeping mostly out of sight, but there had to be a moment where he let his guard down. And she’d found it.
She remained silent and cloaked, creeping closer a little at a time. She was cautious to remain downwind, in case he sniffed her out before she could get close, gripping the hatchet she’d stolen from his hideout tightly. She had to make this quick, or it would be all for naught and a fight that she most likely wouldn’t win.
She took a deep breath….. And then rushed forward, keeping low until she got close enough to swing the hatchet with all her might, aiming its blunt edge at his head and hoping to knock him to the ground, where she’d have an easier time pinning him and stabbing him repeatedly, as she’d promised herself she would.
GUESS WHOSE TEAM IS THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONS AT THE HONDA CAMPUS ALL-STAR CHALLENGE WITH AN UNDEFEATED RECORD!!!!!
I really hope someone got to tune in and watch us play, because we had some SUPER good games!
Tomorrow is the day of the finals, and my school has made it to the final eight teams! We went undefeated today! The live stream can be found here and the first game will begin 12 PM EST.
I’m looking to win this year! Be sure to watch!
So I’m at the Honda Campus All-Star Classic (or HCASC) in Los Angeles for the next four days and they started the day with this contest.
If you take pictures according to their instructions (which are in the captions), you get a chance to win a Galaxy 3 Tab.
I’m going to make Honda regret being so vague.
((This is where I’ll be the next few days, but I laughed too hard at my own joke to not post this here. Early Munday for you guys. c: I’ll post a link to the competition on Monday, if anyone’s interested in seeing the live stream. Think of it as an extra-special bonus Munday.))
priestly’s looks in ten inch hero
*Stares out the window, irritated by the last few days and just happy to have a door without any holes in it and a new lock. The next time she sees McLeach, she’s going to shoot him in more than just a leg.*
didn’t know what to draw today so i thought i’d refine the design of one of my deity characters. made her antlers smaller and gave her skin more of a bruise palette.
for those of you who don’t know, this is The Goddess Of Bloody Corners, she and her sister are gods of the ‘fight’ and ‘flight’ reflexes.
she’s the goddess of all the fights that you shouldn’t, in a universe that even remotely makes sense, be able to win or live through. she comes to beings who are facing the killing blow from their attacker and gives them that little push to get up on their shaky legs, lift their weak trembling arms and try to rip the heart out of whoever DARE had the NERVE are yOU SERIOUS FUCK YOU YOU’RE GOING DOWN WITH ME.
and if you don’t win the fight whatever is after you will at least think fucking twice 5ever because why and how and NO.
one of her legs is constantly covered in fresh wounds but she feels no pain. the leg is barely usable so she walks with a very pronounced limp. she carries no weapons, has no official followers, speaks very softly, wears very little, and looks like a really easy target for both mortal and divine predators of all types. her familiar is a slightly bleeding wolf skin who’s face is always twisted in a manic grin, like something about it’s current situation is hilarious or it’s in on some grand joke.
when forced or challenged she will fight. the wolf skin spends this time laughing hysterically.
when the fight is over it gets to have the remains of whoever just made some bad life choices and any spare spilled blood is used as hair dye.
sorry if some of you knew this stuff, i just really like writing about her (◡‿◡✿)
Soooooo, that's a no on dinner this Friday?
*Just shoots him a dirty look, turning on her heel to walk off.*