RPG [SPAR] Sinister Nation [M-VL]

[Tekkaman]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]SPAR:[/b] Elliot Cade v.s. Lysander ([color=#8b0000]BKstyles [color=#006400]v.s. [/color]Acheron[/color])[/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]Posting limit for each character[/b] (Including this post): Five [[color=darkred]5[/color]][/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]OB Judge after five post limit[/b] (Assuming no one dies): [strike]Undetermined[/strike] [color=darkred]White[/color][/size][/font][/color][/left]

[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred][b]==========O==========[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Yeah... so maybe I was a bad kid in the past...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Maybe I did some things I didn't mean to...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]But I would never hurt my teammates...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Until now...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Why Elliot didn't believe him was beyond Lysander's comprehension. Elliot knew that he was willing to take drastic measures to find out who killed Nicholas Fargo but never in Lysander's life did he think that Elliot would believe that he was the 'inside man' that Sinister Nation was looking for. The Mr. Orange in "Reservoir Dogs".[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]The one who possibly got Mr. Fargo killed...[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]That was simply ridiculous...[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander, since the day he was brought in, has always been teamed up with the 'assassination' members, including Elliot. With all the pent up rage of his mother tourtuing him at home by making him stay there by himself for so many years... Well... it made Lysander a valuable partner in the four man assassination group. [/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander, Clyne, Kenso and Elliot.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Now Lysander was alone, again; Elliot started looking the traitor up and down before he spoke, darkness shrouding the both of them.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]"Well now,"[/b] Elliot said as he stood in that same spot, on the steps of SN HQ, while Lysander stood on the grimey streets of Traydor, soaked and slippery from the rain. [b]"What do you think I should do with you?"[/b][/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander thought it through for a minute before speaking to his comrade.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]"I think we should pretend that this incident never happened."[/b] Lysander said. [/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Elliot, hearing that, began to laugh from the sincerity of Lysander's words, combined from the fact that Lysander actually said what Elliot thought he said to him.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]"I'm serious,"[/b] Lysander said. [b]"Let me figure out who killed Mr. Fargo and we can get back to our normal lives, here, in SN."[/b][/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Elliot tried to control his laughter while speaking. [b]"You... think that i'm... gonna let you go just because you say that... you'll find the killer?"[/b] Elliot finally stopped chuckling and looked Lysander in his face, eyes unshifting. [b]"Well I think we here in Sinister Nation found out that you're the one; you're the one who got Nicholas Fargo killed."[/b][/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Elliot that's not tru-"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]"Shut up with your excuses!!"[/b] Elliot yelled, cutting him off. He reached for his Desert Eagle, Lysander trying to get behind the nearest building for cover as quick as he could. As Elliot began to aim at Lysander wit his Desert Eagle, and with pinpoint accuracy, Lysander jumped behind a building...[/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]...Just in time too... a Full Metal Jacket round was heard bouncing off the corner of the building where Lysander jumped, a decent chunk of the building, now, non-existent.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]"...You're making me do this, you know?"[/b] Elliot said from his position on the steps; he was angry that his friend had ran away and, instead, could've taken the bullet right then and there. Lysander, from behind the protection of the building, pulled his own 'cannon' out - his 45. Desert Eagle - and pushed in a clip from his custom-made belt / clip holster, freezing from the rain but nonetheless determined to win.[/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b]"I'll kill you if that's what it takes to find Fargo's killer!!"[/b] Lysander yelled, Elliot knowing that Lysander was preparing to fire from the tone of his voice.[/size][/font][/color][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander, escaping the protection of the building, ran to a building adjacent to him - the 45. Desert Eagle of his firing upon Elliot as soon as Lysander saw his body in the dead of night.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

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[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Okay, here we go with the SPAR. First, ground rule: [/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][QUOTE][/color][/size][/font][/left]
[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]~ We're not uber kick-*ss killer's who can take twenty bullets and keep on tickin'. No, no. I'm sure you know by now that we'll be playing this SPAR as two 'well-trained' mercenaries who are in a 'real world' setting, [color=darkred]BK[/color]. [/color][/size][/font][/color][/left]
[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][/QUOTE] [/color][color=darkgreen]With that said, i'll go over the facts that we'll be using in this SPAR:[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][color=darkgreen][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][QUOTE] [/size][/font][/left]
[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][/color][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]~ It is wet; therefore, slipping can occur, rain could get into your eyes, and not to mention the occasional shivers from prolonged exposure. (We are both wet, mind you.)[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]~ It is dark; therefore, accuracy will not be affected when shooting weapons from mid / close range. Far range however, will decrease your accuracy when you shoot your weapon. (Of course, you'll describe when i'm close to you and when i'm far away. Same for myself.)[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]~ There are different objects to use to your advantage: Building's, car's, anything solid... (cover), trashcans, tree branches, granite, (additional weapons) etc...[/color][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][/QUOTE][/size][/font][/color][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Basically, I wanna play this SPAR with you as if we're two people duking it out on the streets [of Traydor] in a 'real life' situation.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[TheResplendent]

[font=tahoma]Elliot ran parallel to Lysander, using the cars beside the sidewalk curbs as his shield against the bullets. Elliot ducked behind a black hummer and reloaded a clip into his trusty desert eagle. Never in Elliot's mind did he think the day would come where his desert eagle and Lysander's would be turned against one another. That time has come though, and rather then sit there and lament about it he knew he had to stand firm in his resolve.

He sat there and brushed the wet hair out of his face, he raised himself up and swung his right arm around ontop of the roof of the car and fired a shot in a straight direction. The bullet crashed through a glass door of Kino's pawn shop across the street from Heaven's Gate. The shattered glass caused Lysander to dive out from behind the pillar infront of the shop, gun blazing in Elliot's direction to provide himself enough cover to get to another spot. Elliot feverishly returned fire, hoping that the hummer would provide him with enough cover. Rain drops elegantly bursted in mid air from the clashing of several bullets cancelling one another out. The beauty of Elliot and Lysander's brilliant marksmanship was certainly something to behold, as the other members of Sinister Nation stood aside and watched in awe. It was the only thing they could do, it was understood that regardless of whether this fight was for righteous reasons or not...it had to be done. It was a fight for pride, a fight for belief, and a fight that both men felt was in the best interest of honoring Nicholas's name.

All the time Elliot and Lysander had spent honing their skills both at the shooting range and on the field, they were among the most accurate of the entire group. Considering the types of guns they use as well, it made it all the more impressive that they could master such an arduous and powerful pistol. The desert eagle, whether it be Elliot's .50 model or Lysander's .45 model was in no way shape or form the most accurate or easy to handle pistol in the world. Now the very same dedication put into subdueing these weapons to their will was being wasted on trying to subdue one another.

[b]"Excellent, as always! I knew this wasn't going to be easy but it has to end Lysander. Lysander...ha...why should I even call you that anymore? It was the nick name Nicholas personally gave you, why are YOU deserving of such an honor after you've betrayed our cause!?"[/b] Elliot screamed at Lysander who was now seeking cover behind the corner of the giant apartment complex at the end of the block across from Heaven's Gate. Lysander grew angry by that comment and pulled his red headband off with a single, yet fierce tug.

[b]"I did NOT betray anything, Elliot! I can understand why my actions make you feel that way, but i am telling you it isn't like that at all!"[/b] Lysander screamed back. He started to realize fully now that it made sense that it would take more than words to convince someone that his actions were not as they appeared.

[b]"Save your breath, I will take your name and crush it along with your vocal chords if you insist on continuing this extraneous match!"[/b] Elliot shouted in a threatening tone.

[b]"It would seem I have no choice...I will finish this...ELLIOT!"[/b] Lysander responded as he ran out from his protection. He took aim and shot a bullet that went through the hummer's driver's seat window and crashed through the passenger side seat window causing Elliot to spin his body to avoid it. Elliot swung his gun toward Lysander and took a few shots through the now empty spots where the car windows had once been. Lysander rolled to his left, leaving splashes in the puddles that adorned the dirty streets of Traydor. The bullets created smaller yet more focused splashes as they grazed the ground where Lysander used to be.

Elliot noticed he was getting closer, he readjusted his priorities and took aim at his hand. He fired a single shot as the bullet knocked the gun from Lysander's hand, but by then Lysander was already in mid spinning motion as he quickly revealed his butterfly knife with his other hand and propelled it toward Elliot's right hand. Elliot tried to move but the knife slashed the top of his hand causing him to drop his gun as well.

[b][i]'Gah...damn him. It seems we know each other too well...'[/b][/i] Elliot thought to himself as he gripped his shooting hand.

Lysander took advantage and ran at Elliot. Elliot regained his composure and met Lysander half way out into the middle of the street. Elliot swung first at Lysander, but he ducked the wild fist and threw one of his own toward Elliot's ribcage. Elliot inhaled barely enough to allow him enough space to evade the blow.

[b]"It's going to take more then that to beat me hand to hand!"[/b] Elliot taunted as he ripped a piece of his shirt off from the bottom to wrap his hand with.

[b]"I got plenty more, don't worry."[/b] Lysander responded as he kicked water up from a puddle into Elliot's eyes. Elliot tried to shield himself with his arm but it wasn't quick enough to block all of the water. Lysander threw a straight punch to Elliot who barely knocked it away with his free arm, as he frantically wiped his eyes with his other hoping to clear his vision well enough to fight back on equal grounds. Lysander barraged Elliot with a continous pattern of lefts and rights, missing by a hair's length every time due to Elliot's persistent evading.

Elliot finally managed to get his eyes clear as he knocked away one of Lysander's last punches rather then evade it. Lysander came back with a thurst kick toward the mid-section but that too was blocked by Elliot's own kick which thrusted his leg downward.

Elliot was thankful for all that time he spent with Octavia training his unarmed fighting skills. Before meeting her he could barely kick a door down, but she helped him refine his skills so much that Elliot became almost as quick as her with his own kicks.

Lysander snarled at Elliot with his eyes rather than his voice and settled for tackling Elliot to the ground. The two gripped each other's arms as they rolled around, each one trying to gain the advantage but the stalemate lasted for nearly half a minute. They gazed into one another's eyes with piercing intentions of malice, both of them still pained on the inside that they have been forced to take it to this level.

Elliot and Lysander let go of one another simultaneously and scrambled to their feet, as a car zoomed by with it's horn blazing coming within inches of hitting both men. Elliot and Lysander stood across from one another a little more then the car's length away completely uneffected by their close encounter. All they could concentrate on was how to get the advantage on the other.

[b]"This is your last warning...will you still persist?"[/b] Lysander asked, keeping his gaze on Elliot.

[b]"Back down if you wish, either way I will see to it that you are punished along with the Murdocks for your acts against Sinister Nation!"[/b] Elliot responded, still firm in his convictions.

They readied their stances once again as the other members of the company watched, aching with anxiety.

[b]"We have to do something, can we really just stand here and let them kill each other!?"[/b] Clyne cried, taking a few steps toward the fight. She was stopped by Kenso who extended his arm to act as a barricade.

[b]"Do not interfere. As much as we don't like it...stopping them now would be an act in futility."[/b]

The rain continued falling, as it showed no signs of stopping. By now it looked like Elliot and Lysander had done 50 laps in a pool in their clothing with rapids and jet streams tearing away at them. But it seemed as if the fight was merely beggining.

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OOC: Rules and regulations understood Acheron. I look forward to us tearing down the square, haha.[/font]

[Tekkaman]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Lysander fought with Elliot hand-to-hand with all of his might but knew that Elliot clearly had the one-up on him. Elliot was clearly the better trained and was the first one who was accepted by Mr. Fargo, the male matriarch: the leader of our family...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Elliot would win, prodigious as ever, and put a bullet into Lysander's head, ending this problem once and for all...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander was thinking too much about the situation at hand while fighting, blocking Elliot's punches and kicks poorly. His physical stamina was perfect but his mind was wavering from fighting his friend; Elliot quickly dropped Lysander to the ground with a left hook, right hook, and an uppercut that lifted Lysander off the ground. As Lysander made contact on the concrete pavement with a thud, the impact of his back hitting the pavement of the street knocked the air out of him. As Lysander gasped for air, raindrops from the heavens all seemed to drop onto Lysander's retinas at that moment - God's will perhaps. As Lysander tried to blink in order to get the rain out of his eyes, a blurry figure approached and lifted his gun in the air; the hole of the weapon was pointing at Lysander's brain.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Time to die... you unworthy son-of-a-bitch!!"[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Elliot fired his pistol and everything went white inside Lysander's head.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Lysander couldn't feel, nor, move, nor speak at that instant, though he felt his body falling down, falling lower into an abyss of nothingness. Lysander wanted to scream but he couldn't move his mouth, let alone speak. The only control he had was over his mind - to think with - to think to anyone who could help him. Before he could think, however, a white light, unlike any he'd ever seen, floated towards his body in the black abyss and engulfed his soul. Lysander felt all of his strength return in that instant as a voice was heard loud and clear in his mind; the voice of a Mr. Nicholas Fargo.[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i][b]"Never give up kid. Never."[/b][/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]The voice vanished, the abyss dissapeared, the free falling stopped. The senses returned in Lysander and his motor functions were working properly. It was as if time had reversed itself...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Lysander opened his eyes only to find himself in the same position as before...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Rain in his eyes...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Loss of air...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Elliot walking towards him with a Desert Eagle pointed at his head...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]...Must've been God. Lysander wouldn't let the second chance go to waste.[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander remembered as he was on the ground that Elliot never took the butterfly knife away from him during the time Lysander knocked the gun from Elliot. That would be Elliot's downfall right then and there.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot made it to Lysander's body, he raised the gun up to Lysander's head.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]De Ja Vu...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"I'm sorry... my friend."[/b] Elliot said as he started to squeeze on the trigger. Lysander saw Elliot put pressure on the gun and summoned all of his strength to move to Elliot as fast as possible. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander rolled from his original spot on the pavement as another of Elliot's Full Metal Jacket rounds carved it's way into the ground, granite exploding from the shot. Thankfully, Lysander was already out of the way and stabbed Elliot in his firing hand, causing him to drop his Desert Eagle in a writhing of anguish. Just as quick as Lysander moved in for the stab, he pulled the blade back out of his hand while simultaneously elbowing Elliot in his jaw with his other arm. Combined with the momentum of Lysander - adrenaline included - Elliot fell to the ground, blood trickling out of his mouth from the blow.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander wasted no time, however. He grabbed Elliot's 50. Desert Eagle and shot him in the stomach twice. As the rounds connected, Elliot looked at Lysander with shock before his head hit the ground.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Oh...Bullshit."[/b] Lysander said with a scowl, looking at Elliot. [b]"Everybody at SN knows you wear your bullet-proof vest 24-7-365, including me."[/b] Lysander then smiled at Elliot, who cried a little from the gunshots. [b]"But I do know that you're going to be in extreme pain because [u]our[/u] weapons, given enough rounds, can carve through a vest easily."[/b] [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander walked over to Elliot, paralysed from pain, and pulled his bullet-proof vest off of Elliot's body; the two large red marks by his navel showed where the rounds had hit. As Lysander took the vest off of Elliot, he threw it on the ground next to him and shot it with the remaining rounds left in Elliot's 50. Desert Eagle. Now, even if the vest was to be put back on, it would be completely useless since the plate inside the vest was destroyed. Afterwards, Lysander threw Elliot's Desert Eagle as far as he could towards another part of Traydor, though he let him keep the rounds. Lysander then stood towards Elliot, his butterfly knife as his only companion since he didn't know where his 45. was when Elliot shot it away from his hand. Lysander was just glad that Elliot didn't shoot his hand [u]instead[/u] of the weapon at that time. The rain fell on the, now, floored Elliot. Lysander put his red headband back on as he looked.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Now. How many times do I have to tell you that i'm not part of the Fargo crime you say i'm guilty for?"[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"L-Liar."[/b] Elliot said past the pain. [b]"Youre a t-traitor!"[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Damn, you're stubborn."[/b] Lysander said as Elliot looked at the stab wound on his hand. The rain did it's best to clean the flowing blood.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Y-You f*ckin' stabbed me!!"[/b] Elliot said, still on the ground.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Yeah, I did."[/b] Lysander said, nonchalant about the ordeal. [b]"And i'll do a lot more to you if you won't believe my words."[/b][/color][/size][/font]

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[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]OOC:[/b] Just to let you know, when you 'shot' me, I was actually unconcious from the moment you uppercutted me. Just to let you know.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]And I learned a thing or two from [color=darkred]HyperZeroX[/color] [though I have my own opinions about the guy's RPing methods], one of those things being taking care of the ways for your oppenent to defeat you, by any means neccessary. [color=navy]=][/color][/color][/size][/font]

[TheResplendent]

[font=tahoma]Elliot 's homemade bandage from the piece of his shirt was now emblazoned with more blood from the second wound to his shooting hand. He neglected to make another one figuring that if things were going to boil down to hand to hand fighting now it would probably eventually come off anyhow. Elliot stared intently at Lysander; he noticed the look in his eye that conveyed the subtleties of such a message that read, "I've got the advantage". Elliot smiled on the inside, glad that Lysander felt that way.

[b]"Heh, you still won't give up with that will you? I already told you that I wouldn?t believe you."[/b] Elliot answered, as he reached his left hand slowly behind his back.

[b]"I see...then I?m afraid i'll have to finish this off."[/b] Lysander said in a stern and confident tone.

[b]"Well before you do that, my friend. I will have to admit that I did forget about your second knife. However you shouldn't have wasted it on my hand...you should have taken a better shot when you had the chance!"[/b] Elliot said as he pulled the Kindjal from his back and slashed horizontally at Lysander. Lysander bent his body back enough to avoid it but Elliot persisted with a thrust which took a piece of Lysander's jacket but not quite enough skin to make a difference.

Lysander took swings of his own with his butterfly blade but it was difficult to match the enormous size difference of the Kindjal. The two exchanged clashes a few times before Elliot used his swing to parry Lysander's blade rather then slash, and followed up with a sweep kick that took Lysander's legs out from the back of the knee. Lysander hit the ground back first with a thud which splashed more water up onto both of them. Elliot drove his knee onto Lysander's wrist and applied enough pressure to allow him to pry the knife from his fingers. Elliot slid the knife across the street, it destination involved falling from the elevated bridge that connected the section of T-3 to T-4 down to the train tracks below. Neither man noticed how far they have actually ventured from their starting point of Heaven's Gate, their focuses were much too pre-occupied.

Lysander swung at Elliot with his free hand but Elliot blocked it with his right arm and brought his left hand in with an attempt to pierce Lysander's throat with the Kindjal, but Lysander broke his other hand free from Elliot's knee with a prompt spike of adrenaline just in time to block Elliot's strike. His hand hung just far enough from Lysander's neck so that the lengthy blade barely tickled the skin. If Lysander made any sudden movements with his head he could very well impale himself. The two found themselves again struggling for the advantage. The rain made it difficult for either man to get a solid grip on the other but the will for physical dominion and staying alive activated the very depths of their mercenary training and instincts.

[b][i]'Elliot, you crazy fool...would you really kill me!? Would you really have done it if i hadn't stopped your hand!? Urgh...I must....stop him....damn you Elliot!'[/b][/i] Lysander thought to himself as he felt his strength dissipating significantly from how it was at the start of the fight.

[b][i]'Lysander...Darril...I hope you'll find it in your heart in the afterlife to forgive me...we will see each other again though. But your transgressions are too severe to just let you get away with them!'[/i][/b] Elliot said in his mind, his strength as well weakening from how it was.

The struggle finally ended after Elliot's arm slipped from Lysander's grip. Lysander feeling it happen before it did however already whipped his head as far to the left as he could as the Kindjal thrusted down hard enough to crack the ground beneath them. Lysander with a rush of adrenaline after coming within a playing card's depth of getting killed grabbed Elliot by the arm attached to the hilt and flipped him over with his legs. Elliot flew overhead thanks to Lysander's judo maneuver, but managed to recover quickly as his feet touched the ground he spun to his stomach and pushed himself up. The dagger lay on the street however, Lysander made a dash for it but all Elliot could do to keep it from him was kick it away. Both men were now completely unarmed.

Lysander picked himself up from the ground as quick as he could, just in time to dodge a high roundhouse kick from Elliot.

[b]"You're pretty good at prolonging your survival...you always have been. But how much longer do you really think you can keep this up!?"[/b] Elliot shouted as he began to back Lysander up step by step with kick after kick, varied in high and low, front and reverse roundhouses.

Elliot stopped for a moment and took notice to the edge where the knife had fallen, unbeknownst to them. Lysander was a few steps away from it, and seemed unaware as well. Elliot grinned slightly and eased his stance. Lysander wiped the moisture away from his forehead, and brushed his hand across the right side of his neck. He brought his hand back and noticed blood mixed in with the water. Surprise he ran his hand across his neck again and noticed that there was a shallow cut on his neck from when Elliot's dagger thrusted into the ground back when they struggled.

[b]"Look's like I?m not the only one losing blood now. That injury is going to catch up to you eventually...you should give up."[/b] Elliot said facetiously, with no actual intention of letting him give up. Lysander took his headband and just tied it as tight as he could without cutting off his own air. It wasn't enough to completely suppress the bleeding but it had to do for now.

[b]"You can forget about that, even though I know you're bullshitting anyway."[/b] Lysander said, his bangs hanging further down the front of his face now.

[b]"You're right, I am bullshitting...so if it's all the same to you I think i'll finish this now!"[/b] Elliot said as he motioned with a swift sidekick, intentionally not stretching far enough to actually make contact, but enough to make Lysander back up more. Elliot swung with one more and held himself in place. Lysander took another step and he felt his balance waver underneath him. Perplexed, he whipped his head downward and slightly behind him to see the edge of the ground, guarded by only a two-foot high steel barricade. Strong enough to stop a car from going over, but short enough to kick a person over using it to trip their legs out. Which was Elliot's intention as he jumped forward and let out a strong and stiff side kick knocking Lysander over the edge, falling about 10 feet toward the ground below.

Impersonating a giant raindrop, Lysander fell from the edge and landed hard on his right shoulder. A loud and elongated groan emitted from Lysander's mouth as he gripped his shoulder with his left hand and turned onto his knees, assuming half the height of his normal vertical base only to collapse face first into a puddle on the ground, just feet away from the train tracks.

[b]"Damn you Elliot...I'm...not through yet...GAH!"[/b] Lysander yelled as loud as his lungs would allow him at the time. He gritted his teeth and made it was to his knees again and turned to see Elliot jump down from the same edge he had kicked Lysander off of. Elliot was taken to the ground from the slippery nature of the terrain upon reaching the ground. Elliot pushed himself up and stumbled toward Lysander.

Elliot pushed Lysander down and fell to the ground with him. He dragged Lysander with the strength he had left and held his head out over the edge of the train platform.

[b]"This will be it for you..."[/b] Elliot managed to say through his huffing and puffing. Lysander growled at Elliot and tried to fight him off but his strength was significant weakened in his right arm. A train could be heard, almost one stop away...Elliot had intended for it to be Lysander's death toll...all he needed to do...was hold him there for just a little longer...

[b]"Elliot...I will make you pay...I swear it!"[/b] Lysander said vehemently through his gritted teeth. He kept fighting but Elliot prevailed in keeping Lysander's head over the edge of the platform. If that train made it to their location while his head was still there, there would be no chance of survival.

The train came closer; since it was late at night the stops were all virtually empty. It made the normal path of the train quicker with fewer passengers.

[b]"It...won't...end like THIS! Elliot!"[/b] Lysander yelled, gaining a surge of energy allowing him to fight back a little more.

The train's lights could be seen, reflecting off the shiny sides of the tunnel it would come out from in a mere amount of seconds. Lysander's irises traced the lining of the platform's edge toward the tunnel and let the light glisten off his cornias. His eyes widened, he knew he had to make a move and fast. He turned his eyes back and noticed the areas of Elliot's shirt where the two shots from his own desert eagle had dented his vest. Lysander reacted quickly and took his left arm and with all of his might he punched Elliot directly in his chest. Elliot screamed intensely and let go of Lysander instantly. Elliot rolled off clutching his chest from the incredible pain of additional pressure to the two would be gunshot wounds were.

[b][i]'H...holy....shit....'[/i][/b] Elliot thought to himself as his struggled to catch his breath. Lysander rolled out of the way as quick as he could, still clutching his right shoulder as seconds later the train zoomed by the station, creating a bit of a breeze for both men. Elliot stood, hunched over but it was standing nonetheless. Lysander acted quickly while Elliot was stunned and belted him in the face with his left hand as hard as he could. Elliot reeled back but Lysander grabbed him by his shirt and forces his right arm to work with him as he screamed in pain while he tugged on Elliot, tossing him through the glass wall of the seated area of the station. Elliot crashed through and rolled on the ground until he was stopped by a lamppost. The sound of the shattered glass was loud enough to even be heard over the train.

Elliot lied there for a few moments as he gripped his side, Lysander also dropped to his knees to take the opportunity to rest. Both men's eyes however turned to one another and focused in like it was a homeless person spotting a perfectly good pizza pie. The lust to best the other was inordinately apparent in both of their gazes, despite the injuries they have sustained thus far. A full minute has passed by now, as Elliot pulled himself up to his feet, leaning against the lamppost for help. Lysander pushed himself up with his left arm and tried to solidify a steady stance.

Still...the rain continued...the darkness enshrouded them...the atmosphere of Traydor seemed as if it were figuratively encouraging them. Elliot and Lysander knew the meaning of getting the job done no matter what, they have suffered bad injuries in the past and it wasn't about to stop either of them now either.


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OOC: Thought a bit of a change of scenery would help out.[/font]

[Tekkaman]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Lysander was pissed none-the-less. At a time when Lysander could've killed Elliot, he, instead, let Elliot live to find resolve. And what happened in the process of trying to get resolve with Elliot...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]A stab wound to the side of the neck and a dislocated right arm... Great.[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot and Lysander tried to stand up and act as if they weren't hurt in the least, Elliot constantly cringed from pain from the rounds to the chest while Lysander tried to pop his arm back into place. Elliot saw what Lysander was trying to do and ran at him with all of his might, not wanting Lysander to regain the upper hand. Lysander, dislocated arm and all, had an idea at that moment to fix his right limb, though what he planned needed to be timed perfectly. As Elliot ran to Lysander, picking up speed, Lysander held his right elbow with his left hand and turned to face Elliot, his body unmoving.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Are you insane Lysander?!"[/b] Elliot screamed, intending to ram Lysander in the chest with all of his might.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"...Yes."[/b] Lysander said as Elliot made his way closer, Lysander braced himself for the coming pain.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot made it to Lysander and exposed his shoulder, intended for Lysander's gut, Lysander stepped to the side, letting Elliot's elbow hit Lysander's left hand, which held his right arm. As the two connected, Lysander let Elliot pop his shooulder back into place, though the benifits did not come without it's consequences. Lysander, overcome with the pain of having his shoulder re-aligned with such force, screamed with agony as Lysander and Elliot tumbled onto the ground which formed into another downward hill. As the two rolled, the hill formed into an undeveloped hill; a hill where rocks, trees, and different objects that no human being should be rolling down awaited the two fighters. [/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Elliot and Lysander rolled down the, now, steep drop of the hill, where granite, shrubs, twigs, acorns and branches decimated the two fighters. After a minute of rolling, the two finally found themselves rolling on a solid piece of ground again, both severly damaged. [/color][/size][/font][/left]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As they both got onto their feet, and before they were able to shake away the extreme pain of the fall, a car blazed its horn for the two to move. Lysander didn't respond to the honks though, as he saw a fairly sized tree branch that fell with them between him and Elliot. Lysander grabbed the tree branch while Elliot turned around to avoid the oncoming car.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Now or never!!"[/b] Lysander screamed, knowing what would happen to him by taking the risk.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander swung the tree branch as hard as he could before Elliot got a good distance away from him, cracking the back of his skull with the branch. The sickening thud was clearly apparant to Lysander as Elliot's legs went numb beneath him and he fell to the ground, off of the main road.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"...Shit."[/b] Lysander said. He wasn't dissapointed that he'd hit his former friend, who was now face down in the dirt with blood leaking from the back of his head...[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]...He was dissapointed that he risked getting a good shot on Elliot for the car to get a good shot on him.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]The car hit Lysander at 35 mph. on the empty road. Lysander, facing Elliot on the side of the road, was hit by the car at full force; his body trying to survive the ordeal with the vehicle. Lysander rolled on top of the [dented] hood, [cracked] windshield, and [warped] trunk of the unknown car before Lysander's limp body was thrown like a rag doll by the machinery. The car, still traveling, left Lysander on the street, the SN member's body unmoving as well.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Now, given the severity of Elliot's cracked skull from the branch and the damage Lysander took from the car crash, they both had a 50-50 chance of survival...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

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[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]OOC: Can you believe it? We're halfway done, thus the title: Fifty-Fifty. [color=navy]*Smiles*[/color][/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]And if you want to give me new injuries from the car crash [color=darkred]BK[/color], feel free. But you head will remain f*cked up. Enjoy writing your next post bud. [color=navy]*Smile turns to evil grin*[/color][/color][/size][/font][/left]

[TheResplendent]

[font=tahoma]Elliot rolled on the ground and grabbed for anything he could get a hold of to help him back to his feet. Even after this level of punishment, he still repeated to himself within his head that he had to go on. He eventually found a fire hydrant with his wandering hands and struggled to get a grip, just for the sake of pulling himself up.

Lysander eyes displayed a glazed over look as he exerted an enormous amount of energy just simply turning his body around. He experienced a great pain in his chest as he found himself struggling merely to take a breath. It seemed that in turn for his opportunism in taking what seemed like the best shot at Elliot this whole fight, he sustained serious injuried to his ribs.

Elliot used the hydrant to bring himself up to his feet for a few seconds but then fell to his knees, as he reached to the back of his head and clutched his hand around where he had gotten hit. It was a bad blow, but Elliot was lucky that the blow hadn't been an inch higher or else it might have been much worse. He dried the blood from his hand on his wet shirt, though it was an act in futility. He took the time he needed to settle his vision, just in time to see Lysander at a hunched over standing position. His arm was wrapped around his chest area.

Elliot was coherent enough to move and speak still, though it seemed like pure adrenaline and guts was the fuel. He had applied as much pressure as he could to the wound since he pulled himself up. His eyes wandered over to Lysander's focus of attention on his own body, he grinned on the inside and knew that it was time to make sure Lysander knew the real meaning of pain, and the true fear of death. In Elliot's mind, this fight has been pushed the point of no return...on atleast one occaision, both men have tried to kill the other in a rather gruesome way. Elliot purged himself of any reason to believe that he shouldn't end Lysander's life.

Lysander walked very slowly toward Elliot, as Elliot stumbled toward Lysander. Elliot kept his eyes focused on Lysander throughout his entire trip toward him, as Lysander forced his head high enough to make eye contact with Elliot. Elliot took a deep breathe in and tried his hardest to expel the pain he felt by exploiting it, he let out a scream and double stepped toward Lysander and layed in a stiff kick to his ribcage.

Lysander stumbled back from the kick and fell in a seated position as he howled in pain. Elliot walked to him, eyes wide like a starved man seeing food for the first time, heart pounding like a man who just ran a marathon, and hands clinched as tight as possible with the remaining strength he possessed. Lysander looked up and coughed up a small puddle of blood between his legs. Elliot fought to keep his balance and keep his eyes focused as he approached even closer to his grounded former comrade.

[b]"Ha...haha...it looks like...you have some serious rib injuries...ha...you never were the sharpest knife in the drawer, Darril. You're lucky to be alive right now, but I will make sure that you know it was I who sealed your fate when you walk around hell...awaiting me there."[/b] Elliot said as he lunged downward with a stiff front kick with his shin to Lysander's chest. As his leg connected, Lysander's eyes bulged as the sound of several of his ribs cracking were muffled only by his intense screams.

[b]"Do you...do you know what it's like to have broken ribs without any hope for treatment? Let me tell you, "[i]Lysander[/i]"...that shortness of breath you are suffering from right now...it will only get worse...you will feel as if sugmerged underwater...with no hope for air, or release from the pain."[/b] Elliot explained as he went to strike again but fell unbalanced and landed beside Lysander, making contact with his chest with his fist still but at the expense of his vertical base.

Elliot lifted himself into a prostrated position and turned to a seated position as he eyed Lysander, huffing and puffing. The blood began trickling down Elliot's neck again.

[b]"When your ribs are broken...you risk the puncturing of your subclavian artery...which is the primary transport of oxygenated blood to both your head and your arms. Your limbs are already injured from that fall...imagine now losing complete use of them, not even enough strength...to simply lift a drinking cup. Not to mention the potential brain damage you would suffer...you will die, crippled and helpless."[/b] Elliot continued his analysis intended to demoralize Lysander.

Lysander clutched his chest tighter as he felt the wind leave him with every breath...his eyes however caught the blood from Elliot's wound...his confidence didn't seem to completely leave him yet...but he couldn't tell how much longer he would be able to go on...Elliot was right, his fractured ribs would do him in soon enough if he didn't seek medical attention.

[b]"Oh I'm not done...i'm not done at all...these are all prolonged methods of your body's impending demise...but with a little more pressure...I could end it all so much more instantaneously. I could lodge each and every one of your Typical ribs, from your vertabrae and impale your lungs with them...I don't believe i need to explain the rest of that scenario even to you."[/b] Elliot finished up as he swung with all of his stregnth for his ribs again. Lysander however managed enough strength to block his arm. The recoil of the block caused further damage to his already injured ribs, but it was weakened significantly then if Elliot had made direct contact.

[b]"You...n...need...to...sh..shut you're....mouth..."[/b] Lysander mustered out as he lunged his head forward and headbutted Elliot as hard as he could. The impact sent both men back down to a flat position on the ground, now beside each other...bruised, beaten, battered, and in serious need of medical attention.

As they lied there for several more moments, another car drove up and stopped short seeing both men barely stirring. The driver opened his door and ran out to survey the situation. He dressed in a black suit with a blue striped tie. He took his sunglasses off, as if he needed them in the first place, and looked at Elliot and Lysander and smiled.

[b]"Hmph, guess the crime syndicates are dumping their trash out in the middle of the streets now...guess i'll just call you guys an amulance..."[/b] The man said as he turned back to his car, intending to use the car phone. As he turned however, both men noticed in his inside jacket pocked was a holster with a gun in it. Elliot and Lysander shared the same thought as they both expedited their movements to the best of their abilities and grabbed for the man.

[b]"Hey, what the hell is with you two!?"[/b] the man shouted as Elliot tripped the man with both of his legs. Lysander layed in a kick to his face as both of the Sinister Nation members reached for the gun. Lysander grabbed hold of it first but upon liberating it from it's holster, Elliot smacked it out of his hand as the gun glided across the street several feet away. Elliot and Lysander eyed each other vehemently and prepared for the inevitable struggle for the firearm. It could mean the difference between living and dying, with the survivor buying himself enough time to have his wounds treated.

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OOC: I must thank you for allowing me the use of my knowledge of the human anatomy :P. Looks like things might intensify even further now with a new variable thrown into the mix...[/font]

[Tekkaman]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot slapped the gun from Lysander's hand, knocking it several feet down the wet street, Elliot and Lysander both tried to run for the weapon. However, as Lysander tried to muster the energy for a run, the pain from his broken ribs reactivated, sending the painful throbbing to his heart and his brain at the same time. Lysander stopped and looked at Elliot run for the gun as the pain became greater.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"I can't... go out... like this."[/b] Lysander said in-between breaths. [b]"If I don't... think of something... he'll kill me... for sure."[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander, looking back at the one man that Lysander and Elliot assulted for the weapon, thought about the stranger's only concern at the moment he saw the two SN members: helping them to the best of his ability.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][i][color=navy]*In what did the man get for his help? Unconciousness? What a reward.*[/color][/i] Lysander thought. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]He looked again at Elliot down the street, almost towards the weapon - a [/color][/size][/font][url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/5123556f.jpg"][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred]Beretta Model 92FS[/color][/size][/font][/url][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen] - that the man had dropped. By the bright golden color, the original owner of the weapon must've been a pistol collector; the gold Beretta being his "weapon of choice" or "baby". Lysander then looked at the man's black car - a [/color][/size][/font][url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/2004astonmartinvanquish.jpg"][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred]2004 Aston Martin Vanquish[/color][/size][/font][/url][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen] - and decided that he needed to make a choice before Elliot was to start firing. Lysander, "quick on his feet" in the vaguest sense, finally decided to take the car for a "test run" with Elliot being the "cone".[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Lysander jumped in the car, still on and operational, he tried to ignore the beautiful white interior of the car while shifting the vehicle in drive and taking off after he closed the door to the location of Elliot Cade.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot grabbed the weapon - his personal salvation - he turned around with a grin on his face only to have it dissapate just as quickly. The black car that the man drove in was heading towards him at 45mph. and with a few feet seperating the two. Elliot, deciding it would be better to avoid collision with the car while shooting at Lysander, quickly sidestepped to the drivers side where the car would pass inches by him and at the same time, allowing Elliot to shoot Lysander in the head as he passed by in 'the last car he would drive'.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]It was just what Lysander wanted him to do anyway...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot stepped to the side, Lysander grabbed the handle on his door - the driver's door - and pulled on it, opening the car door, unbeknownst to Elliot. Lysander then slammed on the Aston's brakes, stopping parallel of Elliot who had his gun ready to shoot Lysander in the head, as intended.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]But it was too late...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Lysander slammed on the brakes as hard as he could, he also caused the unlocked door to fly open at the speed that the car was traveling, combined with the recoil of the stop. The door slammed into Elliot's arm as if it was made of cotton, the door coming off the hinges afterwards from the abrupt stop.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Needless to say, Elliot was in [a lot of] pain as he rolled around the street, grasping his arm as hard as he could. And strangely enough, the Beretta that Elliot held in his, now, destroyed arm was still held. Amazing.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][i][color=navy]*...Oh well. Not that it matters. He won't be able to use that arm ever again.*[/color][/i] Lysander thought with a grin.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Aww..."[/b] Lysander said like a baby as he got out of the, now, parked car, bending down to look at his friend as best as he could with broken ribs. [b]"Is your arm... broken?"[/b][/color][/size][/font]

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[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][color=navy]EDIT[/color] - [b]OOC[/b]: Take [u]that[/u], Mr. [color=darkred]BKstyles[/color]. [color=navy]=][/color][/color][/size][/font]

[TheResplendent]

[font=tahoma]Elliot sat on the ground, his hand wrapped around his injured arm. Lysander dropped to his knees infront of Elliot as he coughed up another puddle of blood. Anyone that came across them would think they had just had just gotten beaten down by 10 thugs with crowbars and a really nasty agenda. Elliot rested his head as he tried to keep focused, and now his arm was killing him as well as it hung there with the gun still in his grasped fingers. Lysander struggled to simply take a breath and the pain his broken ribs and his still injured arm from when he forcefully relocated it took away any remaining strength he had to even stand. As they both sat, battered and closer to the border of death than life...Elliot suddenly broke out into laughter, or atleast as much as he could laugh.

[b]"Ha...haha...how ironic...run down by my own car..."[/b] Elliot laughed as he returned to grasping his arm in pain from the laughter. Lysander lifted his head, he couldn't help himself from trying to laugh as well, but his ribs prevented him much more then Elliot's injuries prevented him. But still, a smile seemed to crack on Lysander's face.

[b]"Yeah...*cough*...but to tell the truth...Y...y...yours is sweeter than this p... *wheeze*...piece of junk."[/b] Lysander joked. Elliot and Lysander gripped themselves in pain as they were unable to fight back completely the urge to laugh.

[b]"Ha...yeah i think so too...by the way...you sound worse then that brat with asthma...who works the ammo booth at the range."[/b] Elliot responded, as both men started to laugh again. Lysander grabbed his chest and fell face first, trying his hardest to stop.

[b]"*Cough cough* Oh man...at least...*wheeze*...i'm better looking then him."[/b] Lysander said.

Elliot and Lysander looked each other in the eyes, realizing that their engagement in the act of reminiscence and lightening the atmosphere indicated that they were both coming to the end of their rope. There was only one thing left to do now...as they reflected back on the things they have said to each other...the things they have done to each other...and everything they have been through together by each other's side. The pain both men felt ranged from numbing to excruciating...there was still a hope within both of them that if they could kill the other...there would still be hope to have their wounds and injuried treated...but a more realistic side to the story was apparent to both of them as well...that they both might have already passed the point of no return.

[b]"Well...friend...shall we finish this once and for all?"[/b] Elliot said, with his eyes closed.

[b]"...yes...it's time. Hope you're ready, Elliot."[/b] Lysander answered.

Elliot smiled as they came to the final agreement they would ever have...in this life anyway.

[b]"Well...I guess i'll start. You know, you did break my arm...but ramming me with a car is probably one of the most ineffecient methods of going about disabling me like you hoped."[/b] Elliot said, keeping firm eye contact with Lysander.

[b]"Oh? What's that supposed to mean?"[/b] Lysander asked, in a doubting tone.

Rather then answer back, Elliot managed enough strength to squeeze the trigger of the gun still in his hand with his pointer finger. The bullet shot out of the barrel of the gun and pierced through the bulk of Lysander's left knee. A scream tried to leave Lysander's lungs, but all that came out was muffled wheezing as Lysander fell back holding his knee. Elliot laughed a bit as he lost the strength to keep a hold on the gun.

[b]"You...should have taken the gun from me. You may have rendered my shoulder and elbow useless...but my fingers still have movement in them...my nerves are still active even if it isn't strong enough to make a fist...i only needed to muster enough of it to make one squeeze."[/b] Elliot said, as he used his good arm to push himself up to a wobbly standing position. Even the rain felt heavy now though...not once had it stopped...but now it felt like buckets rather then drops...the muscles in both of the Sinister Nation member's bodies were so weak that every drop was like a reminder of how much better death would probably be then this kind of suffering.

Lysander laid surrounded in blood, but still conscious. He looked up at Elliot as he used his good arm as well to bring him to a straighter position...standing seemed to be off limits with his bullet wound...atleast standing on his own did. Elliot didn't think as far as what to do after he shot Lysander...he didn't really have much strength to finish his friend off...both men wished that time would just go by faster so everything could end...but if it meant staying in this amount of pain for the duration...doubts began to arise over whether or not their fight was worth it anymore.

[b]"Elliot...you never cease to amaze me...*cough*...I always thought...thought you made a great leader."[/b] Lysander said as the lightheadedness started to get even worse then before.

[b]"Heh...i appreciate that...Lysander. But...It's too late to go back now..."[/b] Elliot said as he stood like a contorted wreck.

[b]"I...*wheeze*...understand...but I don't...intend on giving up either...Elliot...not...just...yet."[/b] Lysander said, trying to catch his breath and salvaging some deep ones.[/font]

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[font=tahoma]OOC: Sorry it took so long Acheron. This whole week has been a pain in the ass to get my posts in for all my RPs. Yesterday and today were my best times so i tried to get em all done. You're up sir.[/font]

[Tekkaman]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"I...*wheeze*...understand...but I don't...intend on giving up either...Elliot...not...just...yet."[/b] Lysander said, trying to catch his breath and salvaging some deep ones. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]He tried to get up, but the blood from his destroyed knee gushed with blood causing him to cry out in agony. Lysander, reaching the limits of his pain, fell back down on his, now, one good knee and looked up at the one who had toppled him: Elliot Cade. Lysander bled from his neck and his knee but the injury that he cringed about the most was his broken ribs coupled with the internal bleeding. Lysander knew he was finished if he didn't get to the hospital soon but he couldn't let Elliot know that he was defeated.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Laugh... *wheeze* ... it up... for now."[/b] Lysander tried to muster with strength he didn't know he had in him now that his body was relaxing from the adrenaline decrease. Lysander knew he was dying as he said those words to Elliot because as he was talking he couldn't feel the rain; though the rain never stopped falling on the two broken bodies. As Lysander stood on his one good knee, his right hand felt a fair size of granite. Lysander put the granite in his hand, unbeknownst to Elliot who was enjoying his silent victory.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Laugh it up while you can...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot's smile from his victory dissapated, he lifted his broken arm to Lysander's forehead, geeting closer than he ever had to in his life. He knew for a fact that a broken arm couldn't hold accuracy for sh*t and Lysander knew this to be true as well. However, Elliot wasn't stupid enough to get within arm's reach of Lysander. Elliot looked at Lysander with a small grin, the back of his head painted red with dark blood from the tree limb incident.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][color=navy][i]Man, did I f*ck your head up...[/i][/color][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"You... ready?"[/b] Elliot said in a hushed tone, loud enough for Lysander to hear.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Just get ... it over... with."[/b] Lysander tried to say aloud, though his strength was more focused on his hand with the granite rather than Elliot with his words.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]One shot... Make it count...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot put pressure on his finger from his broken arm, his arm wobbled from the excess pressure needed to fire. That single action was Lysander's signal to move with the rock; to move with the last of his strength and speed and accuracy.[/color][/size][/font]

[right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Move for Nicholas Fargo...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot began squeezing the trigger, Lysander exposed his weapon to Elliot in one swift motion. Cocking his hand back with the last of his strength, Lysander let the granite fly at Elliot with an inhuman speed. The rock hit Elliot's broken hand, which contained the weapon that Elliot would fire upon him. Elliot immediately felt the pain of the blow, his hand moving as he fired a single shot. The round flew towards Lysander and ripped off the side of his red headband, still protecting the cut to his neck. Lysander, feeling the heat of the round on the side of his neck, froze from fear. At the same time, Elliot, feeling the pain of his broken arm from Lysander's flung stone, dropped the stolen weapon as he fell to the concrete. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As the weapon also fell to the ground with Elliot, the two Sinister Nation members, both now on the ground, cursed aloud. They were too hurt to move to a safe location and the weapon fell on the ground with the safety off. Another round was fired, though it wasn't from either of the men. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]God himself must've wanted to end the fighting as well. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]The round, guided by the heavens, struck it's human target - one of the two SN members; God wishing he could've hit both. And whether the target lived or died that day was of no concern at that moment...[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400]...But the fighting was definitely over.[/color][/size][/font]

[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred][b]==========O==========[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]OOC:[/b] I want to say that the SPAR we had was awesome [b][color=darkred]BK[/color][/b]! I really enjoyed it and I think that whoever wins, this SPAR will always be remembered as one of my 'great moments'.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]I leave the ending post to you, my friend; although, if you don't kill off anyone with your last post, [color=darkred][b]White[/b][/color] will judge a winner. Just a reminder. [color=darkred][b]<3[/b][/color][/color][/size][/font][/left]

[TheResplendent]

[FONT=Tahoma]Elliot gazed over at Lysander for a brief few seconds, which to him seemed like hours...before falling underneathe his weight to the ground and onto his knees. Lysander coughed up some more blood...as he could barely manage to keep his eyes on what had just happened.

[b]"Heh...well...ain't that a twist of fate."[/b] Elliot said as he hovered his hand over a gunshot wound to his thigh. It felt like it had only grazed him, but Elliot saw the wound was deeper. He barely felt the pain from the numbness in his body from all the fighting...and normally the wound would hardly be fatal, but with everything both of these men have been through it clearly marked the point of the beggining of the end of their fight.

Lysander tried to speak but lost pretty much lost control over his breathing functions at this point to even create a sound other than a few stifled wheezes. Both men sat still, going over in their heads the injuries they had, and their chances of living from this whole ordeal...they knew it was slim, hell that was generous...it was more like none. Both men suffering a good amount of blood loss, whether it be from gunshot wounds or wounds forced open with jagged or sharp objects. Lysander suffering from excessive internal bleeding and endangerment of lung failure, Elliot with his concussion and busted right arm.

Both men tried to regain some strength like they have so many times during the fight, but it seemed to really be over this time around. Thoughts ran through their heads in a coinciding fashion...

[b][i]'Gotta...'[/b][/i]

[color=darkgreen][b][i]'...finish...'[/b][/i][/color]

[b][i]'...this...'[/b][/i]

[color=darkgreen][i][b]'...now...'[/i][/b][/color]

Both men tried to move, but only succeeded in collapsing beside each other, motionless and essentially unwilling to even try to move at this point. The faint sounds of sirens could be heard through both SN member's attempts to remain conscious. Two ambulances sped toward the vicinity as one of the last sights Elliot had was of Clyne standing within the distance, a phone in her hand. It seemed the result of the fight...regardless of who had proven their convictions the most ended in dismay for the entire team, and not just the two members involved.

Elliot looked over at Lysander who was already passed out...he didn't know if he was dead or not...but he knew that the both of them one way or another, within the next few days would probably meet again in hell. He gently closed his eyes, hoping that Nicholas was enough of a saint in his own right to be there as well...so the three of them could drink together after Nicholas told them, "Crazy dumbasses...the hell you two go and do that to each other for?"

The paramedics loaded both men into the ambulances. Some of the SN members accompanied them, while other's drove to the hospital with hopes that both men's injuries were treatable. Elliot and Lysander however knew better, before they lost consciousness. It was unfortunate...but it was reality...and it was their own thick-headedness.

[b][i]'Maybe...death won't be so bad.'[/b][/i] was the collective unconscious thought between them. [/FONT]

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[font=tahoma]OOC: Been busy as hell between school, work, and a recent jury duty summons...but i have today off so i made sure i got up nice and early to finish this off, amongst other things. Good spar, Acheron...and White the judging is in your hands.[/font]

[Ellerby]

[COLOR=DimGray][FONT=Tahoma]Wow, that was entertaining to read. XD

Well, after what seemed like a lifetime of thinking it over (sorry about that! >_<) I've decided that the winner is [spoiler]Acheron[/spoiler]! Sorry, [spoiler]BKStyles[/spoiler], it was a tough decision. You seem to have this obsession with using "..." everywhere, lol. Something to think about.

Congrats to you both, it was great fun to read. :whoops:[/FONT][/COLOR]

[TheResplendent]

[font=tahoma]Wow, almost forgot bout this. The square has been moving slow since school started up for everyone again.

It's too bad White feels i deserved to lose because i used a technique in writing that indicates gaps and silences between words and also indicates sentences that leave off without obvious continuity where alluded to or begin continuing off of another sentence. But regardless, it was fun to write. It's been a while since i RPed like that. Congrats Acheron, we've already achieved more than most other spars in our Spar by actually finishing it (even if it took near a month's time), lol.[/font]

[Ellerby]

[quote name='BKstyles][font=tahoma']It's too bad White feels i deserved to lose because i used a technique in writing that indicates gaps and silences between words and also indicates sentences that leave off without obvious continuity where alluded to or begin continuing off of another sentence.[/font][/quote]
[COLOR=DimGray][FONT=Tahoma]I never said that was [i]why[/i] you lost. It was just one reason. Also, it's not a technique if you abuse it. There were so many times where it wasn't really needed.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Tekkaman]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Regardless of who won or lost, you [in my eyes] have proven yourself more than a SPAR match for anyone here on OB, [color=darkred]BK[/color]. [color=navy]=][/color] I wouldn't have cared who won or not because SPARing against a friend was well worth it. And yes, we did finish the SPAR, which is really awesome in itself. So, not to be cheesy or anything, but i think that we both won this SPAR in all honesty.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Pure awesomeness. [color=navy]=][/color][/color][/size][/font]