respired: where is your sting (oh death)
ᴋᴏʟᴛɪʀᴀ ·sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ· ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ ([personal profile] respired) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2016-10-10 08:21 pm

there is no god in heaven; you need to run for cover

CHARACTERS: Koltira + a lot of you I am very sorry
DATE: Oct 10 - onwards
WARNINGS: violence; blood; gore; general depraved thoughts i can't believe y'all are threading this with me
SUMMARY: FRENZY.



[ CLOSED STARTERS BELOW.

QUICK NOTES FOR ALL THREADS (EXCEPT AFTERMATH, WHERE ONLY THE FIRST THING IS TRUE):

KOLTIRA IS: COVERED IN CHAINS AND INJURIES

LARGELY INCOHERENT

DEFINITELY GOING TO FIGHT YOU ]
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[personal profile] pummelling 2016-10-12 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[In spite of Koltira's words, or because of them, perhaps, Jin'd gone out looking for him with a good amount of the rest of the team: beginning within the town of Perdition's Rest and radiating outwards, exploring anywhere someone hoping to be left alone would isolate himself in.

He'd been ready to turn in and concede failure for the night when the farmer had pulled him aside, panicked. With the sand worms certainly familiar to the locals by now and the night still, there's got to be something-- someone-- else lurking in the night.
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Stay inside. Lock your doors. I'll lead him away.

["Him? Boy, that don't sound like no person I've ever seen."

But the man listens. The civilian out of the way now, Jin takes off into the darkness; the moonlight and his bow, illuminated by a faint blue glow that emanates from the string, light the way dimly.

A figure passes around the corner. Jin aims his bow at it, feet planted firmly upon the ground.
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Come out!
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[personal profile] pummelling 2016-10-19 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[The awareness is there. He knows it. He'd felt it, hadn't he: seen it in the slight suggestion, the tilt of his head? There's a way for him to come back from this, and Jin's going to find it.]

Koltira...

[God, does he look like hell. It wouldn't bother Jin, if there wasn't an air of something... other. Something very wrong: a heaviness that hangs in the air.] This isn't you! I can help, if you just let--

[It's too late. Jin swears under his breath as the clink of Koltira's binds signals his approach, and he makes a move to dive out of the way. But he's not nearly fast enough to match the speed of a man with no inhibitions left-- a man with nothing to lose. There's a look of panic in his face, reflected in the green of Koltira's aura, as he dives into the dirt, taking the cuts and scrapes of the jagged, broken rocks in exchange for a glancing blow to his side.

He lands hard, skinning an elbow. His bow lands a few inches away from his reaching fingers. Byfrost still tears into him... but he's alive. Jin ignores the pain and scrambles to his feet, instinctively clutching his side, then tosses the bladed chakram on his belt at Koltira-- a distraction to build distance until he can pick his bow back up again.
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[personal profile] pummelling 2016-10-27 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ko-- ghhk--

[If he was too slow before, he's positively glacial now. Jin makes a strangled noise as the spell crushes his throat, jerking him forward abruptly. His bow's on the ground, chakram a distance away-- neither within reach. He struggles mutely, fingers clawing, useless, at the dark energy wrapped around his neck.

Hadn't this been how Lao had gone? A snapped neck; dead with no warning, no glory.

Jin makes another helpless sound, and continues his vain effort to thrash out of the hold.
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[personal profile] pummelling 2016-11-15 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[At least something connects. Jin drops like a stone once he's released, gasping for breath, blood pounding in his veins-- he's not leaving himself unarmed against Koltira for much longer this time. Even he's got to admit that he's vastly unmatched.

When he's got a semblance of air back in his lungs, Jin lunges for his bow then notches an arrow yanked almost reflexively out of the quiver on his back. Behind him, the blood elf growls. It's a nearly feral sound. Nothing like the man he'd met before, if only very briefly. It helps, a little. It reminds Jin that Koltira isn't himself.

Sentiment, however, isn't enough to stop the second spell. He's Shaolin, but he's only human, and he cannot simply outrun magic. Jin rasps a broken noise, throat too hoarse to scream at full volume; the edges of his vision darken as his mind attempts to cope with the excruciating pain, coursing wickedly through him. He writhes in agony like he has never known.

Yet his bow's still gripped in his hand. It's clear that there will be no mercy here. All he's got left is stubbornness, the will of his line behind him even as that very blood boils within him. That and a single arrow in his bow.

He doesn't have the breath for anything witty. He's barely got the strength in his arms to lift his weapon straight. As Kung Jin fires the arrow, its path goes askew-- but it's still on a course for Koltira's upper arm.

Another surge of pain takes Jin and it feels as if he's crumbling in on himself. He's not accepting defeat just yet, but even survival is looking like it'll be a long shot right now.
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