THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS [P]

Grey wanted to laugh. He really did. And maybe he would have, if the guy smelt like anything other than good-for-nothing, man-eating Carna. His lip curled in a sneer. "We tried that, but half of you are too dumb to read--we put up a picture for a while. A little Carna with his head cut off." Grey gave an over-exaggerated sigh. His show of nonchalance was just that, however--a show. He flexed his fingers, keeping a firm grip on the KA-Bar.

Grey did not miss the other man's knives. His eyes lingered there for a moment, and then he raised his gaze to meet the Carna's. The ferocity went out of Grey then, and he seemed to contemplate the situation. He slackened his shoulders. "No harm's been done yet," he said, quietly. For all appearances, Grey seemed to be rethinking the encounter, after seeing the throwing blades. "If we both just walk away, I can say I never saw you. Deal?"

He raised his gaze at the same time he dropped to the ground grabbing a fistfull of sand to fling at the Carna's eyes. In the same movement, Grey shoved the knife back into his belt and shifted into his wolf form--he lunged at the Carna, initially head on, but at the last second he would tuck his shoulder in a half-roll and attempt to hit James in the side of the legs, his teeth aiming for his calf.

ooc: let the games begin! >3 hope the post was okay <3 fightingcanbeatouhysubject, but if you want me to change anything I will happily oblige c:

You've got some moves, Fallen. Grey didn't say anything immediately, being that the two of them were locked in a circling match, with Grey's ears pinned against the base of his head and a snarl-yowl building in the back of his throat.

It was honestly more fun than Grey had had in a long time. Fallen wasn't exactly keen on starting fights, particularly ones that you were more than willing to finish, as Grey always was. The fact that the tiger was willing to indulge him only made Grey giddy on the thrill of adrenaline and the fight.

The Bengal was suddenly airborne--Grey dropped and twisted, feeling the rank of claws along his ribside and haunch. Grey did not dwell on it--he continued through the twist of his own body, so that he was once again facing the tiger, his hackles bristled, but he released a cat-like chuff that sounded a lot more like laughter than anything. "I have to say you've got some moves, Carna."

Grey parroted the words back to him, before rolling his shoulders and charging forward. He felt the stitch in his side, but it was not severe enough to hinder his next attack--Grey launched himself forward with a coil of his haunches, and the intention of slamming into the front of the tiger, one of Grey's felinesque paws going to brace against the tiger's face and the other, followed by his forearm, attempting to lock over the tiger's neck.

There was a brief instant of stalemate once the goliath's collided. I appreciate the hug. The wolf let out a snort and a rueful chuff--he had to give the Carna props, if nothing else, for his sense of humor. "What? You don't want to get to the kissing, Carna?" As if to add emphasis, he snapped his jaws.

The Carna shifted his weight in an attempt to bring his legs up--and to an extent, it worked. The problem? Grey had been leaning against him, using the tiger's weight to keep him upright. The two of them were collapsed sideways as the tiger's hind claws ranked slashes down his ribs and abdomen (not as deep as Grey had feared they would be, at least, perhaps due to the fall) at the same time the Carna's jaws locked around his right foreleg, and Grey immediately seized the opportunity that presented to snapped at the crook of the tiger's shoulder, wanting to bite, hold, and shake.

Grey felt the adrenaline in his veins, the pure thrill of the fight. It had been ages since he'd had such a good scuffle, and his eyes glinted with a mixture of raw rage and then enjoyment. But the enjoyment would only last as long as the Carna did not directly threaten his Ring. Regardless, the pains of the fight were now fueling him, and Grey tried to brace his free leg against the side of the Carna to hook his claws into his ribs.

ooc: here ya go! tell me if you want anything changed. and just a recap--James succeeded in hitting his stomach, but Grey lost his balance and fell in the process, so they're both kinda sprawled on the ground, I would think xD ALSO FLIRTING MADE ME LOL <3 If Grey wasn't straight, he'd hit that B| imeanwut.

One second? The two of them were locked together, teeth ripping and claws tearing. The next? Grey was sprawled out with a tingling feeling reaching from his toes to his fingertips to his ears. His body locked for several seconds, and then he managed to convince his limbs to move. He coughed, rolled to his paws, only to discover that his left leg was ripped and bloodied. He tested his weight on it, glancing at the Carna with a snarl. It still held him, and he doubted bones were broken, but it hurt like a bitch and would need some stitches.

He shook his ruffled fur out and shapeshifted to match the man. The both of them, Grey imagined, were a sight to behold, with blood down to their chins. Grey gritted his teeth in what could hardly pass as a smirk. "I think the bottom line of this story is that you're a girl, Carna." He gave the man a wider smile. "Plus, I doubt you can hold your alcohol."

Throughout the entirety of his reply, Grey watched the other shifter, palming his KA-Bar knives into his hands--he fell into a knife fighting stance, his legs shoulder width apart, the right leg placed slightly back, his weight leaning forward. His head was low, and the knives glinted in his hands. He waited for the slightest movement, and there. The Carna flicked two knives in rapid succession--Grey dropped into low crouch, narrowly dodging the two blades, but it was not the same with the kurki. The Carna was already swinging the blade downward when Grey was rising.

He saw the glint of the blade and in an attempt to dodge the full wrath of it, he jerked his forearm into the Carna's, feeling it rock into his elbow. It disrupted the downward swing enough that the other man didn't butcher him, but Grey still felt the harsh sting of the blade along the side of his neck, and then down the crook of his shoulder. Enough of this! Grey carried through by sliding the length of his forearm down the Carna's once he finished the strike, twisting his knife in an attempt to open a gash along the Carna's arm from the elbow down.

Grey did not leave it at that, however, He shifted forward on the balls of his feet, keeping low, with the aim of slamming into the Carna and twisting the knife held in his left hand low, aiming for the side of the Carna's thigh.

Christ, this hurts. Grey would have to end it soon. He was taking more blows than he felt comfortable with, and his fingertips were still numb from the blow of electricity.

ooc: WOO. things be getting exciting u.u

Grey felt the weakness in his limbs, a telltale shake that spoke of exhaustion, but he wasn't about to lose his life to this Carna. The tiger shifter broke away from him, and Grey's knife came out with a slick sound. He wiped it against the outside of his thigh, and rolled his uninjured shoulder to loosen it. From the looks of other man and himself, the fight was going to end soon, one way or another. They circled each other, like a pair of wary animals.

"Aw, don't make me put you to shame twice, Carna. Grey smiled almost sweetly, but the blood on his mouth prevented it from being such. Besides, the Carna was rushing towards him again, unbridled this time around. Grey's eyes looked for some hint of what he was going to do, but for all he could tell, the Carna was just charging him like an enraged bull. Stupid. Grey rolled onto the balls of his feet and, at the last second, twisted low and away, and to the right of the Carna, avoiding the brunt of his attack and his knife. He continued through with his momentum, aiming to strike the Carna hard between the shoulder blades as he twisted in semi-circle, wanting to unbalance him.

Grey did not pause. Hesitation is what cost you, in a fight. He moved precisely, slamming into the Carna's back to finish what he had started, sending him to the ground. He kicked the knife away, and proceeded to straddle the Carna at the hips, pinning him there. Grey pressed the knife to the indention in the side of the Carna's neck, just above several arteries. It would be easy to kill him, and the blade pricked his skin. It was a threat, or a promise. "Are you done?" His voice lost its jovial tone, replaced with some dark and threatening. Grey sheathed his second knife one-handed and gripped the Carna by his uninjured arm, twisting it behind his back at a painful angle.

It was taking more and more strength to stay upright, as his blood dripped to the ground. Grey fought against previous training--and instinct--that told him to just stick the knife into the trespasser, and be done with it. But he didn't think murder was praised in Fallen, particularly if it was avoidable.

ooc: sorry for the PP in this one! I just figured we could move on to the cesspool thread? ;D If you want me to change it though, I will happily do so <3