Bryn had made her way to the training yard with only a little trouble. She wasn't there seeking entertainment, but out of concern for her friend who was supposedly entering combat with another guest. This entire situation seemed outdated in extremes, and Bryn didn't like it at all.
She sat there in confusion as the panther was brought out, her brow furrowed in confusion. Did combat include wild animals? Bryn didn't exactly relish the idea of watching anyone kill a creature like that, especially as it was so close to her own alternate form.
From across the field, the Headsman's head turns, and he fixes his gaze on Anders.
There is a moment of absolute stillness.
Then, suddenly, the Headsman stands before Anders, two feet from the fence. This might be strange, but what's even stranger is that the Headsman threatening Alex has not moved.
The man may have been unnerved by that sudden appearance, but the spirit did not falter. Frankly, Anders thought it would be a grand idea to stand down, and have words. However, Justice's rage, his feelings on the matter were the mage's own.
They mount the fence, and land just inside it, staring at the Headsman with a baleful expression. Energy fairly crackles around them -- him. It was gathering, preparing for a fight.
"This travesty cannot continue. Stand aside -- by your lord's own word they have done nothing deserving of death."
To emphasize the statement, he jams the end of his staff into the ground.
He does not move. His feet stay firmly planted, staff dug into the ground while magic continues to crackle to life around him. He'll stop moving, certainly, but everything else is out of the question.
"As you wish. You will know true justice this night -- creature!"
That said... the spirit cut loose. A spiritual blast, aimed to knock the Headsman aside.
The Headsman fluidly twists to the side, just barely avoiding the strike. He thrusts his open palm towards Anders, but the strike is not intended to make contact.
Instead, a wave of invisible energy blasts towards Anders. It's enough to knock a man off his feet.
He is knocked over. Justice's support or no, he's still a mage, and not built for heavy combat. His back strikes the fence hard, knocking the wind out of him, and he's stunned for a moment.
Then his eyes fly open. There is nothing human in them. Only Vengeance.
Before Anders' mind can process what's happening, there's another blast of spirit energy aimed for the Headsman, as his body hauls itself back up.
Once again, the Headsman doges Anders' energy blast. In the same motion, he shifts forward one very large step, and drives the butt of his axe's handle towards Anders' solar plexus.
The dodge only enrages the spirit further. They snarl, and begin to conjure the energy needed for another blast. He doesn't get that far. The blow catches him off-guard, and the mage lets out a low grunt of pain, before once again staggering back against the fence.
He can't get his breath. And everything suddenly hurts. It's enough of a surprise to cut through the anger, and shove Justice back. His chest heaves. Exhaustion slams into him.
Alex was almost halfway across the Yard when the Headsman made his move and the leopard had to veer sideways to avoid the axe wielding man. His axe is raised and the threat is very obviously present and Alex bristles, fur along his spine spiking up as his tail fluffs.
"What's the point?!" he snarls, fangs flashing again. "This is your sense of justice?!" He paces in front of the Headsman, not yet giving up on any chance to bolt through.
Alex's lips relax as the Headsman remains still before him and then pull back once more from his fangs. His ears flatten against his skull and he snarls, swiping at the ground before the axe wielding man. The leopard doesn't seem at all bothered at the size or threat of the figure, although he'd like to refrain from shedding any blood if at all possible.
"This is wrong," he snarls, blue0green eyes flashing angrily. With that, there is a roar of pain from behind the man and Alex's ears cup forward. With a snarl he dodges to one side and leaps forward.
After all, if he was injured he could simply heal himself afterward. His thought is not for his safety, but that of his friend.
The Headsman is silent, but no longer does he remain still. He shifts to the side and heaves the axe downward. It may strike Alex or it may merely block his path, but the Headsman will not let Alex go by.
Alex is nearly around the silent looming figure when he suddenly shifts, the axe descending far swifter than he might have expected and he lets out a feline shriek as it connects with his midsection, skimming along his ribs. The bones are really the only thing preventing worse damage and he skits to the side, his feline face radiating shock.
Not as much shock as when he realizes that he is not healing over instantly as he should have been.
No, instead of healing up, the wound is very clearly there and bleeding, the red spreading and staining his fur. And the hell if it didn't hurt like a big old bitch.
What. The. Fuck?!
His wide eyes move past the unmoving axe man and to the pair behind him. This was bad .. this was very bad. He wasn't healing and his friend was about to meet a rather brutal end and Alex had the sickening realization that the Headsman would kill him to keep him back and not blink an eye over it.
"This isn't right," he practically whimpers, ears flattening again his own blood blesses the grass underfoot.
The Headsman points his axe at Alex, then circles between him and the two intended combatants. As long as Alex remains still, the Headsman does not attack again.
She sat there in confusion as the panther was brought out, her brow furrowed in confusion. Did combat include wild animals? Bryn didn't exactly relish the idea of watching anyone kill a creature like that, especially as it was so close to her own alternate form.
Shoulders hunched, she sat and watched.
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There is a moment of absolute stillness.
Then, suddenly, the Headsman stands before Anders, two feet from the fence. This might be strange, but what's even stranger is that the Headsman threatening Alex has not moved.
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They mount the fence, and land just inside it, staring at the Headsman with a baleful expression. Energy fairly crackles around them -- him. It was gathering, preparing for a fight.
"This travesty cannot continue. Stand aside -- by your lord's own word they have done nothing deserving of death."
To emphasize the statement, he jams the end of his staff into the ground.
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"As you wish. You will know true justice this night -- creature!"
That said... the spirit cut loose. A spiritual blast, aimed to knock the Headsman aside.
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Instead, a wave of invisible energy blasts towards Anders. It's enough to knock a man off his feet.
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Then his eyes fly open. There is nothing human in them. Only Vengeance.
Before Anders' mind can process what's happening, there's another blast of spirit energy aimed for the Headsman, as his body hauls itself back up.
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He can't get his breath. And everything suddenly hurts. It's enough of a surprise to cut through the anger, and shove Justice back. His chest heaves. Exhaustion slams into him.
He won't be getting up for a good while, now.
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The moment Alex is over the fence, the Headsman springs into action. He runs into Alex's path, axe raised but not yet swung.
This is not Alex's fight. Do not intervene.
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His hisses low in his throat as his ears pin, lips pulled back from his fangs. He, unlike his fellow Kitty Brigade© members, is able to speak in any of his forms.
"What's the point?!" he snarls, fangs flashing again. "This is your sense of justice?!" He paces in front of the Headsman, not yet giving up on any chance to bolt through.
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"This is wrong," he snarls, blue0green eyes flashing angrily. With that, there is a roar of pain from behind the man and Alex's ears cup forward. With a snarl he dodges to one side and leaps forward.
After all, if he was injured he could simply heal himself afterward. His thought is not for his safety, but that of his friend.
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Not as much shock as when he realizes that he is not healing over instantly as he should have been.
No, instead of healing up, the wound is very clearly there and bleeding, the red spreading and staining his fur. And the hell if it didn't hurt like a big old bitch.
What. The. Fuck?!
His wide eyes move past the unmoving axe man and to the pair behind him. This was bad .. this was very bad. He wasn't healing and his friend was about to meet a rather brutal end and Alex had the sickening realization that the Headsman would kill him to keep him back and not blink an eye over it.
"This isn't right," he practically whimpers, ears flattening again his own blood blesses the grass underfoot.
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