[Vander had mostly amused himself with the fact that Sevika had taken Silco's ear piece, as stated. He could imagine the temper tantrum, and it buoyed his mood as he wandered his way to the appointed area where she was coming to put a foot in his ass. He wasn't concerned in the least by the threat; it would provide a momentary distraction to everything else or lack of currently filling up his days and nights. Perhaps punching her out would improve his overall mood.
He arrived early and found a spot in the sun and remained sitting cross-legged and hunched over so that he could read a book. Accelerator had mentioned a library, and it seemed a waste not to find something of interest in that place, so he was reading a book on natural gas extraction. After all, Jayce was probably going to need a forge sooner than later.
He had his head down smoking a cigarette of his own when she arrived, still hunched over his book and turning the page. He slowly lifted his head at her single word of greeting and tapped ash on the grass next to him, a real novelty that. He surveyed her for a long quiet moment and the used his right hand to close his book.
He rose to his feet smoothly then butted out the cigarette on his arm brace.]
Well yourself. How long have you set aside for this particular ass kicking?
[ Sevika remained right where she was, watching him get to his feet with the same mild annoyance she so often offered nearly everything and everyone for daring to exist. There was a quick flit of her gaze to the book, an idle thought wondering what he was reading, but that wasn't all too important here. ]
Though I'd be surprised if I needed that long to put you in your place, old man.
[ Or not so old anymore. Good chance she's caught up to him in age by this point. ]
[Unlike his encounter with Silco, Vander had no interest in disadvantaging himself. He knew Sevika's skills with hand-to-hand combat and brawling in particular. He tossed the book to the edge of the building to retrieve later and flexed his shoulders and then stretched his arms by crossing them, making it clear that he was taking this apparent ass kicking seriously. They were on a time limit after all, and he wouldn't waste her time.
The corner of his lip curled in a smirk before he purposefully showed a hint of teeth. Aside from the catwalk, when was the last time he had sparred with any kind of seriousness? Even with Vi, he held back given his size and strength, so it had probably been years since he had buried someone.]
Do you want any ground rules, or are we just going to maverick this?
[ No. This was 100% all about establishing dominance. She won't let Silco be a total shit in her presence, and she can't allow Vander to do it, either. It's still a stupid fucking idea considering her literal handicap here, but what else was she supposed to do? Ignore the challenge? ]
[He didn't care if she would return the same regard to him either. He supposed it would make everything cleaner for them if he was out of the picture again. This was the way of the undercity. Strength ruled.
Vander didn't hesitate as he lifted his fists and moved to close the distance between them. He came on fast and hard, yet he dropped his hands and suddenly turned his body to slam into her to knock her over with brute force if he could land it.]
[ He might be shocked to know the feeling is mutual. No matter how much Silco would love for her to put Vander down for good, it won't be something she'll do intentionally. That said, she's about to play a real dangerous game.
Sevika was expecting Vander to charge. She's ready for him, for when he turns to try and slam into her. She's quick to slip sideways, around to his back, and that's when she reveals the big reason she arrived here directly from the hospital. Strapped to her side under her poncho? A series of syringes. She snatches one out of hiding as she slides past, aiming to slam it into his back and inject.
If she gets him, he won't find himself affected immediately, but it will inevitably turn out to be a sedative. She's had to guess the safe dosage for someone Vander's size. She's pretty sure she's figured it out. After all, she has enough experience handling drugs by now, right? ]
[His momentum prevented him from changing course as she slipped around his back, but he was experienced enough to drop his shoulders and roll them down and to the side as they moved passed each other. He was expected a punch to the back of the head, not a syringe full of drug which scored a hit enough that some of the sedative injected into his muscle. He twisted away from it, muscle tensing enough to snap the metal off.
Yet, he whipped around to try to seize her poncho but with full intent of grabbing the material below that layer as it was likely to be more stable. At the same time, his left hand swung to charley-horse her thigh, using every advantage of having a long reach if he could.
So, she believed she could only win with sedatives, huh? Or she wanted him down to take her time killing him. Or to allow Silco the opportunity.]
[ With the needle snapped, Sevika dropped the syringe immediately and made a move to reach under her poncho again, presumably for another, but the way Vander whipped around to grab it jerked her off-balance and her window to stick him again had passed. She had bigger problems now. ]
Rrgh!
[ One free arm meant only being able to deal with one dilemma here. She would have to leave her leg to that bruising grip to grab for her poncho instead. It got pulled up and over her head, letting it loose and revealing that she did indeed have several more of those syringes taped to her side. It was a dirty way to fight, but Vander had guessed correctly. She knew her chances against him. She needed to even the playing field. ]
[Vander knew that even with drugs in his system, all he had to do was actually catch Sevika. He had the height, weight and strength to be overwhelming, but he was slower on his feet compared to her. The key was catching and he had about ten minutes to get that done before whatever she had pumped into him would probably affect him.
And the fact that she had come prepared with several dosages. Was it enough to kill him if she injected all of them? Perhaps. He'd have a bad day regardless.
He reached to snatch one of the syringes off of her side, expecting they could both play that game if that's how she wanted it to go. If he could get one, he'd be slamming the needle and depressing the plunger into the thigh he had in his other hand.]
[ With her leg caught as it is, there's no avoiding her own scheme being turned against her. She grits her teeth against the sting of the needle stabbing into flesh, but it doesn't stop her from ripping the last one she had on her off her jacket and stabbing the needle into Vander's hand in a bid to free her leg. It's less about injecting any further sedative and simply stabbing him viciously with the needle this time.
Provided he lets go, she'll jump back, a step, two, and prepare for the real part of the fight. Now there really is a time limit, for both of them. ]
[Vander's tolerance for pain had only increased with age, and he was so intent on getting her own drugs into her so they evened that playing field that he only grunted softly when she stabbed him with the needle. He didn't flinch, didn't pull away, just depressed the plunger on the needle. She could stab him multiple times and he remained that immovable object that had yet to meet the unstoppable force.
He released the syringe - leaving it in her leg - so she could back off. He decided to help her along taking a hard swing towards her head, and he picked out the syringe from his hand and tossed it aside without a care in the world about it. He raised his fists, fully intent to pound her into the grass under their feet.]
[ The swing catches her in the head, more due to how she opts to pull the syringe out over ducking. It's a split-second decision, but she can roll with it. She'll go down with that punch, only to roll out of the way of his fists as they come down. He can pound sand dirt, literally. ]
Not just for me.
[ From the ground, she lashes out with a boot, hard. Rolling out of the way had given her easy access to aim at the side of a knee, and that's what she lashes out for. Joints are vulnerable, no matter how big someone is. ]
[With her on the ground, he was shifting his weight to stomp when her boot caught the side of his knee. It connected, and he performed a little hop to the side to avoid crumpling. The struck leg toe-touched the grass for a moment before he was swinging it in to kick her on her body. Even if she rolled away, he was shifting his weight to follow.
The ground was not a great position to be in, but he'd seen her come back from worse. He wasn't willing to not go all in here. If she dropped him and he succumbed to whatever she injected him with, he had no doubt she'd make him regret it.]
[ The kick connects, though it seems to be on purpose. She didn't roll away; she made sure she was in the way, and even as the boot to the gut winds her, she fights through it, teeth gritted against the choking cough of air leaving her lungs and wheezing in a gasp. She twists, using her legs to try and do what her one arm cannot: wrap them around Vander's leg so he can't pull his boot — or leg — back.
If he isn't quick to yank himself free, she'll use her full body to turn the leg and fling him to the ground with her, and, truly? That's a lot of muscle to turn against him in one go. The effort is great, but the outcome would feasibly be worth it. ]
[Well, that was a risky move, but he didn't fault her for it. His leg was caught with her own, and he actually let her do what she thought that she needed to. Her leverage was good, but Vander had height and weight on his advantage. As she twisted bodily, he lifted his leg from the ground with her still attached to it, wobbling a little on his other grounded foot.
Like a rooted tree, he took a swing for whatever part of her that he could for as long as she remained clinging to his leg. Of course, the first fuzziness of his vision became apparent to him, and he mentally and physically fought against the drugs creeping like rust from the injection point on his shoulder across his body.]
[ That ends that gambit swiftly, although she does raise her arm to block the swing he takes down at her. ]
Just fall already.
[ Words growled in frustration. She can't hang on for long, regardless of her strength. The position is too awkward. Swing blocked, she'll release his leg and drop back to the ground. At this point, she's beginning to feel it, too, those sedatives. She isn't as massive as he is, she... she struggles to get to her feet, unsteady on them as she gets up and raises her arm back into a fighting stance. ]
Sorry, done that once, and I don't plan on a second time.
[He withdrew his fist then his foot when she dropped to the ground. He backed off to allow her to her feet, surveying her stance before he stepped back in to test her guard with a quick three-punch combination, one towards each side of her ribs before a sharp jab towards her face.]
[ Her guard is still solid despite her missing arm. First one, she blocks. The second one she dodges. Third one? She stumbles. Yeah, those drugs are kicking in. Fucking damn it, and that's the last thing she thinks for that moment as she catches the jab to the face. She's set reeling back a few steps, nearly toppling over again.
She recovers still, spitting out blood before lurching back into the fray. She attempts to duck past his guard to settle into his jaw with a right hook of her own, followed by a knee towards the gut. ]
[Out of the pit of seeming emptiness and the rising fog, there was a sliver of pleasure at his fist connecting with her face, the blood he spilt, in this teeny tiny revenge for his boys. It would never undo the loss, but there was something about the idea of returning to form after so long being a presence without the need to simply lay someone out.
Vander held his ground as she came on, her fist impacting with his jaw. His head snapped to the side with the force of it, the pain radiating from the blow that would surely bruise. For a little while. He lifted a knee to deflect the blow for his gut. He stepped in to grab her shoulders, attempting to pick her up and throw her bodily into the building wall.
He turned his head and spat blood on the grass from where his teeth had cut into his cheek from her punch. He wavered on his feet, stumbling a little but shaking his head to force focus.]
[ That's the end of it. Sevika took a risk getting in close for her attack, and now she pays the price. Vander grips her shoulders, and she feels her feet leaving the ground. The next thing she knows, she's colliding with the side of the hospital. She can feel something crack, but there's one blessing to the sedative — it doubles as a painkiller if nothing else, but waking up is going to be hell.
From the wall to the ground with a pained grunt, and that's where she'll stay. There's no getting back up from that, not with how dizzy she's left feeling. ]
[He stood watching as she hit the wall and slumped to the ground, and he swayed a little on his feet before he grunted softly as he lifted a hand to wipe his mouth. He stepped forward, nudging her with a foot to see if she was faking unconsciousness. Nope, she was out.
Vander leaned down carefully and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her away from the wall before hauling her around the building to the hospital door. He dropped her there, expecting someone would provide medical care that he wasn't willing to bother with. It was more than he owed her.
After that, he swayed and lumbered his way back to the apartments to pass out on the floor.]
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Date: 2025-01-09 04:09 pm (UTC)He arrived early and found a spot in the sun and remained sitting cross-legged and hunched over so that he could read a book. Accelerator had mentioned a library, and it seemed a waste not to find something of interest in that place, so he was reading a book on natural gas extraction. After all, Jayce was probably going to need a forge sooner than later.
He had his head down smoking a cigarette of his own when she arrived, still hunched over his book and turning the page. He slowly lifted his head at her single word of greeting and tapped ash on the grass next to him, a real novelty that. He surveyed her for a long quiet moment and the used his right hand to close his book.
He rose to his feet smoothly then butted out the cigarette on his arm brace.]
Well yourself. How long have you set aside for this particular ass kicking?
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Date: 2025-01-10 06:13 am (UTC)[ Sevika remained right where she was, watching him get to his feet with the same mild annoyance she so often offered nearly everything and everyone for daring to exist. There was a quick flit of her gaze to the book, an idle thought wondering what he was reading, but that wasn't all too important here. ]
Though I'd be surprised if I needed that long to put you in your place, old man.
[ Or not so old anymore. Good chance she's caught up to him in age by this point. ]
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Date: 2025-01-10 02:04 pm (UTC)[Unlike his encounter with Silco, Vander had no interest in disadvantaging himself. He knew Sevika's skills with hand-to-hand combat and brawling in particular. He tossed the book to the edge of the building to retrieve later and flexed his shoulders and then stretched his arms by crossing them, making it clear that he was taking this apparent ass kicking seriously. They were on a time limit after all, and he wouldn't waste her time.
The corner of his lip curled in a smirk before he purposefully showed a hint of teeth. Aside from the catwalk, when was the last time he had sparred with any kind of seriousness? Even with Vi, he held back given his size and strength, so it had probably been years since he had buried someone.]
Do you want any ground rules, or are we just going to maverick this?
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Date: 2025-01-11 07:08 pm (UTC)[ No. This was 100% all about establishing dominance. She won't let Silco be a total shit in her presence, and she can't allow Vander to do it, either. It's still a stupid fucking idea considering her literal handicap here, but what else was she supposed to do? Ignore the challenge? ]
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Date: 2025-01-11 08:22 pm (UTC)[He didn't care if she would return the same regard to him either. He supposed it would make everything cleaner for them if he was out of the picture again. This was the way of the undercity. Strength ruled.
Vander didn't hesitate as he lifted his fists and moved to close the distance between them. He came on fast and hard, yet he dropped his hands and suddenly turned his body to slam into her to knock her over with brute force if he could land it.]
action; cw uh surprise drugs???
Date: 2025-01-11 08:51 pm (UTC)Sevika was expecting Vander to charge. She's ready for him, for when he turns to try and slam into her. She's quick to slip sideways, around to his back, and that's when she reveals the big reason she arrived here directly from the hospital. Strapped to her side under her poncho? A series of syringes. She snatches one out of hiding as she slides past, aiming to slam it into his back and inject.
If she gets him, he won't find himself affected immediately, but it will inevitably turn out to be a sedative. She's had to guess the safe dosage for someone Vander's size. She's pretty sure she's figured it out. After all, she has enough experience handling drugs by now, right? ]
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Date: 2025-01-12 05:08 am (UTC)Yet, he whipped around to try to seize her poncho but with full intent of grabbing the material below that layer as it was likely to be more stable. At the same time, his left hand swung to charley-horse her thigh, using every advantage of having a long reach if he could.
So, she believed she could only win with sedatives, huh? Or she wanted him down to take her time killing him. Or to allow Silco the opportunity.]
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Date: 2025-01-12 07:33 am (UTC)Rrgh!
[ One free arm meant only being able to deal with one dilemma here. She would have to leave her leg to that bruising grip to grab for her poncho instead. It got pulled up and over her head, letting it loose and revealing that she did indeed have several more of those syringes taped to her side. It was a dirty way to fight, but Vander had guessed correctly. She knew her chances against him. She needed to even the playing field. ]
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Date: 2025-01-12 04:24 pm (UTC)And the fact that she had come prepared with several dosages. Was it enough to kill him if she injected all of them? Perhaps. He'd have a bad day regardless.
He reached to snatch one of the syringes off of her side, expecting they could both play that game if that's how she wanted it to go. If he could get one, he'd be slamming the needle and depressing the plunger into the thigh he had in his other hand.]
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Date: 2025-01-14 05:11 am (UTC)Provided he lets go, she'll jump back, a step, two, and prepare for the real part of the fight. Now there really is a time limit, for both of them. ]
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Date: 2025-01-14 02:01 pm (UTC)He released the syringe - leaving it in her leg - so she could back off. He decided to help her along taking a hard swing towards her head, and he picked out the syringe from his hand and tossed it aside without a care in the world about it. He raised his fists, fully intent to pound her into the grass under their feet.]
Clocks ticking.
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Date: 2025-01-14 05:56 pm (UTC)sanddirt, literally. ]Not just for me.
[ From the ground, she lashes out with a boot, hard. Rolling out of the way had given her easy access to aim at the side of a knee, and that's what she lashes out for. Joints are vulnerable, no matter how big someone is. ]
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Date: 2025-01-15 03:38 am (UTC)[With her on the ground, he was shifting his weight to stomp when her boot caught the side of his knee. It connected, and he performed a little hop to the side to avoid crumpling. The struck leg toe-touched the grass for a moment before he was swinging it in to kick her on her body. Even if she rolled away, he was shifting his weight to follow.
The ground was not a great position to be in, but he'd seen her come back from worse. He wasn't willing to not go all in here. If she dropped him and he succumbed to whatever she injected him with, he had no doubt she'd make him regret it.]
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Date: 2025-01-15 03:46 am (UTC)If he isn't quick to yank himself free, she'll use her full body to turn the leg and fling him to the ground with her, and, truly? That's a lot of muscle to turn against him in one go. The effort is great, but the outcome would feasibly be worth it. ]
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Date: 2025-01-15 04:00 am (UTC)Like a rooted tree, he took a swing for whatever part of her that he could for as long as she remained clinging to his leg. Of course, the first fuzziness of his vision became apparent to him, and he mentally and physically fought against the drugs creeping like rust from the injection point on his shoulder across his body.]
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Date: 2025-01-15 04:13 am (UTC)Just fall already.
[ Words growled in frustration. She can't hang on for long, regardless of her strength. The position is too awkward. Swing blocked, she'll release his leg and drop back to the ground. At this point, she's beginning to feel it, too, those sedatives. She isn't as massive as he is, she... she struggles to get to her feet, unsteady on them as she gets up and raises her arm back into a fighting stance. ]
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Date: 2025-01-15 04:40 am (UTC)[He withdrew his fist then his foot when she dropped to the ground. He backed off to allow her to her feet, surveying her stance before he stepped back in to test her guard with a quick three-punch combination, one towards each side of her ribs before a sharp jab towards her face.]
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Date: 2025-01-15 04:51 am (UTC)She recovers still, spitting out blood before lurching back into the fray. She attempts to duck past his guard to settle into his jaw with a right hook of her own, followed by a knee towards the gut. ]
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Date: 2025-01-15 05:04 am (UTC)Vander held his ground as she came on, her fist impacting with his jaw. His head snapped to the side with the force of it, the pain radiating from the blow that would surely bruise. For a little while. He lifted a knee to deflect the blow for his gut. He stepped in to grab her shoulders, attempting to pick her up and throw her bodily into the building wall.
He turned his head and spat blood on the grass from where his teeth had cut into his cheek from her punch. He wavered on his feet, stumbling a little but shaking his head to force focus.]
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Date: 2025-01-15 05:38 am (UTC)From the wall to the ground with a pained grunt, and that's where she'll stay. There's no getting back up from that, not with how dizzy she's left feeling. ]
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Date: 2025-01-15 05:53 am (UTC)Vander leaned down carefully and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her away from the wall before hauling her around the building to the hospital door. He dropped her there, expecting someone would provide medical care that he wasn't willing to bother with. It was more than he owed her.
After that, he swayed and lumbered his way back to the apartments to pass out on the floor.]