[This is where I sweat because how the fuck does one play Douman, I don't have Crystal's clown expertise.
But someone's gotta start killing, and I'm not going to make it poor Meg. Douman shrugs in a gesture that probably conveys, what can you do?—before he tries to punch Vlad in the face.
Meg, on the other hand, flees into a corner. Too bad they're locked inside with nowhere to run!]
[ The punch gets him right in the nose. He reels back, stunned, and once he gets his bearings back under him, he can feel blood dripping down his lip.
It seems to knock something loose in him--or perhaps knock something back into place? He may not have any idea what's going on, he may be stuck in a child's body (did he even have any muscle on his bones at this age--?), but Vlad Masters can fight. And he doesn't take a punch lying down.
He leaps forward at Douman with a retaliatory punch of his own. Eye for an eye, nose for a nose. ]
[That's it, Vlad! Show Douman who's top clown here!!
Which is to say, the punch lands, breaking Douman's nose. Honk. Douman's not about to be a passive victim here either, though. He attempts to tackle Vlad in the direction of what looks like a conveyor belt, splattered in red that probably isn't blood (although it might look like it, at a glance), in hopes of bashing Vlad's head against the metal edges.
Meg, who was hiding around this area, quickly moves away.]
[ Perhaps, if Vlad were his older self, had the bulk and sense of presence in his body to match, he could've avoided this somehow. But he's not. He's a child. He's tackled, and he expects to hit the floor, but instead the back of his head catches some sort of metal edge first.
It stings something fierce and it feels like his whole head is rattling. Something is dripping down the back of his head now--blood, no doubt. But he's still alive and awake, so he's going to grit his teeth and keep fighting. Once the tackle's dropped him to the floor, Douman atop him, Vlad will try to get his legs up to launch Douman off and hopefully flip this so that now Vlad will have him pinned on the floor instead of the other way around.
Sorry (or you're welcome?) Meg, you're completely forgotten for the moment. ]
Vlad reaches for the metal, which gives Douman enough leverage to throw him off, but hey! Now Vlad's got a WEAPON! So he'll scramble back up to his feet and try to...
well, if it's sharp, he'll try to stab Douman with it right in the gut. and if it's just blunt force, then he'll just. try to smash his skull in. ]
[ Vlad grimaces in disgust and. Will try to wipe the blood off the metal with Douman's....pants? Does he wear pants? Vlad doesn't want his horny blood on his makeshift weapon.
Now, though, he turns to Meg, ready to fight again. But he relaxes when he sees how reluctant she is. ]
I can't say I'm particularly enjoying this thus far.
[ He watches her grasp the raspberry. Oh, Meg. Poor Meg. ]
...but that said, if only one of us can leave this place...I'm afraid it doesn't leave me much choice.
[ he hefts his hastily-cleaned hunk of metal and begins approaching Meg--calmly. Why waste the energy running when she doesn't appear to be going anywhere? ]
And as soon as Meg gets up, he's going to absolutely bolt after her, with all the strength his twiggy (but-not-much-twiggier-than-his-adult-self) legs can muster. ]
Once Meg realizes she's not getting away, she slips off one of her shoes and throws that at Vlad's face. Probably with equal ineffectiveness, but she's trying.]
[ Well, it does smack him in the face, but like. I imagine it's a pretty lightweight sandal, so it slows him down only a fraction of a second before he picks up speed even more, in hot pursuit.
It probably breaks quite a few bones, ribs included, and with a choked cry of pain, she goes down like a bag of bricks. Maybe bash her again for good measure.]
Well, not gladly, because this is a little barbaric and cruel for his tastes. He mostly deals with people who are already dead, who can be hurt and tossed around without a care because what more damage can he possibly do? And even those living who Vlad plans to kill, they've done far worse things than Meg ever has.
He does feel bad, genuinely. Meg doesn't deserve a death like this. Meg doesn't deserve to die at all.
But if only one of them can leave this place alive, then it's no question at all. Vlad will win.
So he shuts his eyes, tries to ignore the cries of pain, the sickening crack of bones and squelch of flesh, and heaves the metal piece once more onto her body. Let this at least be the final hit. ]
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But someone's gotta start killing, and I'm not going to make it poor Meg. Douman shrugs in a gesture that probably conveys, what can you do?—before he tries to punch Vlad in the face.
Meg, on the other hand, flees into a corner. Too bad they're locked inside with nowhere to run!]
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It seems to knock something loose in him--or perhaps knock something back into place? He may not have any idea what's going on, he may be stuck in a child's body (did he even have any muscle on his bones at this age--?), but Vlad Masters can fight. And he doesn't take a punch lying down.
He leaps forward at Douman with a retaliatory punch of his own. Eye for an eye, nose for a nose. ]
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Which is to say, the punch lands, breaking Douman's nose. Honk. Douman's not about to be a passive victim here either, though. He attempts to tackle Vlad in the direction of what looks like a conveyor belt, splattered in red that probably isn't blood (although it might look like it, at a glance), in hopes of bashing Vlad's head against the metal edges.
Meg, who was hiding around this area, quickly moves away.]
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It stings something fierce and it feels like his whole head is rattling. Something is dripping down the back of his head now--blood, no doubt. But he's still alive and awake, so he's going to grit his teeth and keep fighting. Once the tackle's dropped him to the floor, Douman atop him, Vlad will try to get his legs up to launch Douman off and hopefully flip this so that now Vlad will have him pinned on the floor instead of the other way around.
Sorry (or you're welcome?) Meg, you're completely forgotten for the moment. ]
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In any case, Douman struggles from underneath Vlad, trying to get him off of him.]
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Vlad reaches for the metal, which gives Douman enough leverage to throw him off, but hey! Now Vlad's got a WEAPON! So he'll scramble back up to his feet and try to...
well, if it's sharp, he'll try to stab Douman with it right in the gut. and if it's just blunt force, then he'll just. try to smash his skull in. ]
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Unfortunately, it's Douman, so he probably sounds like he enjoys it. Hate that I have to type this out, but in an attempt to be IC—]
Nnnnn...!
[Thankfully we'll all be spared, since assuming Vlad yanks that metal out, Douman will collapse to the floor and begin bleeding to death.
Meg, again, really looks like she'd rather not be here.]
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Now, though, he turns to Meg, ready to fight again. But he relaxes when he sees how reluctant she is. ]
You don't look like you want to be here, do you?
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Meg grimaces.]
No. Do you?
[With that said, her fingers curl around the nearest object, which unfortunately for her is just a raspberry.]
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[ He watches her grasp the raspberry. Oh, Meg. Poor Meg. ]
...but that said, if only one of us can leave this place...I'm afraid it doesn't leave me much choice.
[ he hefts his hastily-cleaned hunk of metal and begins approaching Meg--calmly. Why waste the energy running when she doesn't appear to be going anywhere? ]
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Anyway, she turns and flees.]
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And as soon as Meg gets up, he's going to absolutely bolt after her, with all the strength his twiggy (but-not-much-twiggier-than-his-adult-self) legs can muster. ]
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Once Meg realizes she's not getting away, she slips off one of her shoes and throws that at Vlad's face. Probably with equal ineffectiveness, but she's trying.]
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Vlad refuses to let himself lose at anything. ]
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Anyway, he catches up! Whatcha gonna do now.]
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It probably breaks quite a few bones, ribs included, and with a choked cry of pain, she goes down like a bag of bricks. Maybe bash her again for good measure.]
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Well, not gladly, because this is a little barbaric and cruel for his tastes. He mostly deals with people who are already dead, who can be hurt and tossed around without a care because what more damage can he possibly do? And even those living who Vlad plans to kill, they've done far worse things than Meg ever has.
He does feel bad, genuinely. Meg doesn't deserve a death like this. Meg doesn't deserve to die at all.
But if only one of them can leave this place alive, then it's no question at all. Vlad will win.
So he shuts his eyes, tries to ignore the cries of pain, the sickening crack of bones and squelch of flesh, and heaves the metal piece once more onto her body. Let this at least be the final hit. ]
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With that, everything fades. Go join your (not) friends, Vlad.]