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[erythristic]

[backdated to August 2nd, sunrise.]

I require several shardholders who can accompany me to Redgate within a few days. Aside from your availability, I also require that you be skilled in combat without magic and that you can take directions without raising a fuss. None of this is negotiable.

If you believe yourself to be capable of this, please respond, and we can arrange to meet.

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[vrykolakas]

[Imagine being hungry, and you don't eat chicken, chicken sort of turns your stomach, but you're starving and the scent of chicken is completely different to but somehow shares something with the scent of red meat—

Anyway, just the sudden red reek of blood in the air is enough to make the Brucolac hiss, an old instinctive urgency suddenly racing through him. He shudders in and out of sight to dodge Grell's kick so that he can try catching her leg under his arm and reaching out to grab her shoulder—then pushing forwards in an attempt to confound her balance and throw her backwards. He'll hook his leg behind her planted knee if he can, to drag her stable foot out from underneath her. It's a little like what he tried to do before, but with more speed and strength now that he's realised she's not fragile. And now that the scent of blood has sent whatever cold and normally sluggish liquid pulses in his somewhat-atrophied cardiovascular system positively singing through him.]

[erythristic]

[she falls, and it's only throwing her arms behind her that prevents her from slamming into the ground. (how many times did that make over the past week? too many.) a quick roll to the side to get out from that position and then springing back up.

pass, she could say, probably should say, but this is fun.

since she's still close, it only takes one movement to lash out, to try and grab whatever of him she can--arm, wrist, back of his shirt, and if she succeeds, the follow-up is to turn on her foot and actually throw him.]

whoops. no obligations to keep tagging if this is too much of a time warp :>

[vrykolakas]

[Grell's movement is unearthly, like watching a flickering moving picture going in reverse; the Brucolac almost wants to cheer. Of course, there's no time. She catches his arm, gets him off the ground, but he twists in midair like nothing human, suddenly just animal muscle—fingernails digging into her arm, other hand reaching up above his captive wrist to snatch at her elbow—so that when he's on the ground, he can try to drag her with him, in the hopes of them both ending up in one vicious, struggling heap.]