lieutenantantichrist | [6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

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[Rude easily blocks the attack with his right arm. Carter's fist makes contact, but Rude's arm doesn't even budge one inch. It's a testament to all his years of training and fighting.

Carter's different. Rude could tell the instant Carter's knuckles connected with his arm. There's some strength there, that's for certain, but it was raw. Untrained. It felt slightly hesitant, almost as if Carter was holding back. Rude's guess was that Carter was testing the waters, seeing how much Rude could take and dish back and whether he was out of his league.

Bad news for you buddy; you've probably hit the latter.

Rude draws back slightly and keeps his arms up, ready to block a little more. He wants to see what Carter can do as he stands at the moment; there may be potential because the blow definitely had some force in it.]

[With the first movement, it's clear Rude has a lot of practice at this. That block is old habit.]

[Blake doesn't have a lot of experience with any of that martial arts crap. Fights he's in are usually short, brutal brawls or one-sided beatings.]

[No dicking around, then.]

[He puts a lot more force into the next right hook]

[Alright, now this is something more like it. Rude lets out a grunt, but takes the hit with his arm anyway just to test Carter. Definitely the man's got some potential. He doesn't have finesse and Carter swings too wide and too slow, but those are things that can be improved.

Time for a counter-attack.

Following the right hook Rude waits for another attack, feinting a block similar to the previous ones. Only this time Rude takes a bit more initiative; rather than merely blocking, he follows up the block with a forceful push to knock Carter's arm away roughly and counter-attack with a quick left jab to Carter's side. It's definitely a balanced hit; nothing too forceful but nothing held back. Rude needs to know how much the guy can take.]

[Carter is satisfied with the solid hit. This guy's in good shape, but that doesn't make him invincible.]

[Blake sees him move and realizes it's a feint right after he falls for it hook, line, and sinker]

[His guard is knocked open and before he can quite tell what happened there's a smack of pain across his ribs]

Fuck!

[He's had worse, but now he's angry]

[He whirls and throws a lot more of his weight into a swing for the Rude's face]

[Too close to dodge, Rude brings up his right arm to match the incoming blow.

He hadn't expected that much power behind that punch; rather than block, he should've attempted a grapple. An eyebrow twitches with irritation when he realises that he underestimated the force that Carter was bringing with him, and it's probably cost him at least a bruise.

But it's always important to keep one's cool. Keeping his emotions under check, he takes advantage again of the Carter's wider swing to deliver a succession of quick punches that start at Carter's torso and ends with a stronger hit to the chest.]

[If there's one thing Carter has a gift for, it's brute force.]

[But dedicating all his effort to offense leaves him open to counterattack. He grunts as Rude's fists rattle up him too quick to block and send him reeling back]

Son of a-

[That just means Carter needs to hit harder. This punch has barely any control at all.]

[Rude drops to his knee and ducks under the punch; grabbing Carter's arm he takes advantage of the brash attack and pulls Carter along with the momentum of the other man's body, flipping him over landing him hard on the ground. It's just a simple matter of placing his foot on Carter's chest and keeping Carter's arm firmly in a locked position.]

[Blake's still processing that he missed when gravity turns upside down. The ground smacks him hard in the back, knocking the breath out of him.]

[Before he knows it, Rude's foot is planted on his chest and his arm's in his grip. He tries to struggle his way up until the bones in his arm warn him this is a bad idea.]

[trying to catch his breath] How did you do that?

...you lost control.

[With that, Rude let's go of the arm and offers Blake a hand.]

Not bad.

[Blake grabs the offered hand and hauls himself up.] I don;t know any of that karate shit.

[He dusts himself off and looks around.]

...wanna show me how?

[Rude just shrugs.]

I don't either.

[True facts ~~or at least according to the mun's head-canon~~: he's completely self-taught.]

Sure.

[Rude will proceed to show Blake exactly how he pulled off that move. He's trying to be a bit more careful, but he's not too bad a teacher. After a few tries...

Blake learned a New Move! Blake learned Grapple!]

[He didn't figure he'd elaborate much. Rude's not the kind of guy to be real chatty about his past.]

[grunts] Just natural talent, huh.

[He's run into a couple people like that over the years. Usually ended up bruised then, too.]

[It takes him a few tries, but he thinks he gets the hang of it.]

Huh. That's not so tough.

Hmm.

[And just like that, Rude suddenly aims a punch at Carter. It's not meant to actually connect with him, but it's a test to see if Carter puts what Rude taught him to good practice.]

[Now that the notion's in his head, Blake dodges and grabs for his wrist to try to yank him into a throw]

[You don't stay alive in his job for this long without getting some pretty good reflexes along the way]

Not done, huh?

[He'll give Blake this one, even if he winces as his back slams against the ground. There's no struggle out of him even when Blake has his arm locked into position; there were ways to get out of the situation but every newbie needs some encouragement.]

...yeah, you got it.

Ow.

[Blake smirks, pleased with himself.] Every once in a while an old dog can learn new tricks.

[He lets go and offers Rude a hand up.]

Thanks.

[Rude accepts the help and gets back on his feet, dusting off some of the dirt on his suit.]

Keep practising till it becomes second nature.

Yeah, whenever I need to judo-flip somebody on their ass.

[a thought occurs to him] Like whenever I run into Norman.

[Rude slightly inclines his head to the side, a slight quizzical expression forming on his face.]

...Norman?

Some asshole I knew from before. Him and a kid are the only people here I know for a fact are from the real world.

[Sometimes he makes assumptions about people, and then they start talking about ninjas and shit.]

Bad luck.

I got my partner, and a junior.

This place is still killing me though.

You don't know the half of it. The kid blames me for killing somebody who isn't dead.

Huh. Whoever's behind all this bullshit must like you better.

Yeah, it may not be that bad all told, but it's not the real world.

[That is a pretty serious accusation, but although Blake claims that his hands are clean Rude has to wonder; even with this brief spar between them, he noticed that Blake's quite inclined to violent outbursts of temper. While that's definitely a stretch between a fist fight and actually taking a person's life...Rude wouldn't be surprised if Blake lost it and just pounded someone without realising he'd taken it a step too far.

...he keeps all of this to himself. It's all just speculation, a quiet observation. There's no proof just yet. And Blake sincerely seemed to think that he hadn't done anything of that sort, so perhaps it was just a misunderstanding.]

...kid must be giving you hell.

Not really. It's...hard to explain.

[Because frankly speaking, Rude was about a week away from doing something extremely drastic before he got into contact with his Reno. He was just about ready to sneak into Rocket base and take the helicopters for a spin. It wasn't the same as home but anything that'd sate his appetite for adventure and danger is worth it.]

...I just.

Hate this place.

[He says his opinion of this world very matter-of-factly, but there's a twitch near his jaw and his fingers clench into a fist before relaxing.

Rude isn't as unemotional as he'd like people to think.]

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[Oh, Blake would admit to killing people, but this was one he didn't do.]

[Careful thought and control aren't really his strong suit. There's a lot of situations where hesitating can get you dead.]

He's been through a lot of crazy shit.

[There's no other words for it. Well, maybe a lot, but they all end with Blake breaking something and wishing it was somebody.]

[He nods, understanding a little.]

Homesick for something that makes sense, huh.

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Please don't make BAN USER suddenly hover over what I want to click, DW

No worries, I do that quite often accidentally too.

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