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[ So, Duke has been stuck in a room with Maine for the past – nearly past three days.

You can only spend so much of three days sleeping out of boredom. Particularly with someone who was verbally grouchy about the lack of light, and when the castle decided that because they weren't getting along it should provide them with some aromatherapy.

A cave that smelled heavily of musk was not the best place to be stuck, blind man or sighted one.

Duke had been trying to block out Maine-noises – the sounds of the man rather moving about in a rather foul mood – and so he didn't notice when Maine had made his way about the room, over toward where Duke had been doing his best to ignore the scents and sounds by staying more or less within his blanket nest until the man had... more or less stepped on him. And Maine didn't do that normal flinch that normal, not-grumpy humans did when they realized that they'd just stepped on another human being.

Duke's jerk – because this guy was heavy - knocks his journal open in time to catch him more or less snarl - ]

Keep your foul mood to yourself! [ And because he's that grumpy, Duke hooks his arm for the back of Maine's knee to try to shove him in retaliation. ]

((OOC: Due to magical castle timing, the valentines day lockdown thing will unlock the room more or less anytime where they're too busy trying to beat each other up to notice that the doors open. Since Duke's room is a cave, and he can't see, the lights won't turn on so they won't notice. FEEL FREE TO COME IN TO STOP THEM. /o/ Duke will be throwing spells (feel free to notice that), Maine will be blind rage punching, separate at your own risk |D ))

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[No, Maine's stewing foul mood hadn't taken long to boil over, to a point where Duke's retaliation was seen as an act of all-out war. He tries to yank back and throw a punch into the darkness where he'd just been stepping on Duke a moment before, growling in deep agitation.]

[ That. hurt.

Duke needs to not pick physical fights with people physically stronger than him, because Maine yanks back and sort of.. pulls him a little with him. ]

Oh terrible wolf whose lamentations echo through the heavens....[ So have some sudden light, Maine. Duke's gathering some black-purple light - yes, it is actually light, despite the dark color. Does his voice sound strangely echoing? Not in Maine's imagination. ]

Bloody Howling. [ And that hexagon of pale-purple under a good quarter of the room, but centered about them is some more light. As are the pale blue candle flames at the corners. Maine might want to run before the streamers of darkness and screeching starts. ]

[That is fucking weird, and after three days of utter darkness Maine blinks against it, but hell if he's giving up on a fight that easily. Instead of running he's going to try and kick Duke's grip off of him.]

[ Ow. That.. definitely hurt.

Enjoy the screaming blackness as Duke grunts and rolls away. How exactly it feels would be somewhat.. hard to describe beyond it was most definitely an attack. Of a magical sort.

Duke gets to his feet against the wall, using that to place where he is in his room, still turned toward Maine and his spell. His ribs hurt, and that isn't very comfortable.

He's wavering on deciding exactly what to do next. ]

[Maine's currently punching out in every direction against the magical attack. DAMMIT THESE STUPID FUCKING MAGES AND THEIR STUPID FUCKING MAGIC.]

[ If Duke wasn't blind and in the middle of a combat situation he would be facepalming. The screaming and black streamers and purple-ish glyph vanish, leaving the room in the dark again.

Duke's listening to figure out what Maine is going to do next. He's irritated enough that he's completely willing to launch another spell, but it seems like a bit of overkill if Maine had not withstood the first one. ]

[Maine's disoriented and breathing hard, but if there's one thing he has in spades it's sheer endurance. He's standing still once he's aware the attack has stopped, tense and with fists raised, waiting for the slightest hint of where Duke was so he'd know where to pummel next.]

[ Well then. Duke lights up with pretty golden lights. ]

Light, grant me thy power... [ He's going to heal himself. ]

[Ah. There he is. That's where he'll be throwing a full-forced punch, then.]

[ Ow.

That would be a wall behind him, wouldn't it. ]

Unleash thy fiery breath! [ He is going to give a rush job on this one and here is some bright red lights and an orb of fiery lines above his head as he just.. slumps to the floor. He should catch his breath.

Feels like fire too. ]

Flame Dragon!

[And that's Maine batting at his face and howling, staggering back. He's really pissed off now.]

[ Duke lunges to the side, clearly - well, if there was light in the room, he'd be clearly favoring his ribs. It might be a little bit of scrambling, but he didn't really want to draw Dein Nomos on him. Even if he was angry that the guy kept coming after him. ]

The winds can abide you no longer! [ A good green glow to him now. ]

Tempest! [ Maine might want to watch out for the tornado that's starting. And for the thunder that sounds like it's gathering above his head. ]

[This guy was really trying to get on Maine's nerves, wasn't he? He's bracing his great weight against the winds, trying to keep in mind just what direction Duke's voice was coming from. That's where he had to go.]

[ Duke's listening to his storm, and when the lightning starts to fall he starts moving again. What to cast next, since the man didn't go down.

Stop Flow would be useful if he wanted to try to punch Maine in the face, but it was clearly a loosing battle for Duke to get close. That, and it was particularly draining.

He has the feeling that he should have looked into more of the lower level spells while here, but that's ignored as he starts up something that glows red.

But he's not speaking this time. ]

[He opens his eyes for a brief moment to get his bearings, and with the lack of vocal cues uses the next best thing. He's launching himself right at that glow of red.]

[ Footsteps, finish the formula quickly, finish quickly. He should really take the opportunity to discover how to be mobile while casting, the concentration needed to move and form the formula at the same time shouldn't be that much-

Duke puts his arms up in a defensive set, even as he completes the spell. ]

Meteor Swarm! [ Maine can guess what this one does. All guesses don't count when meteors start showing up. The problem with Duke's spell? It isn't aimed, but seem to be scattered about an area. Even if the meteors were all larger than Duke in diameter, they fall randomly. One may clip Maine, while the other hits the other side of the room. ]

[At this point Maine's like an enraged bull. His shoulder's rocked as a meteor collides with it and there's an angry grunt in response, but it does little to slow his progress. He's put his head down and is stead-fastedly barreling toward Duke.]

[ Duke.. hears that. This doesn't seem to be particularly good for him, and he needs to think about how to restrict the area of Meteor Swarm without diminishing the frequency and size of said meteors but that might be something to do without Maine charging toward him.

Duke sidesteps the moment his spell lets go of him - perhaps that's why one can't cast and walk - but Maine clips his shoulder and sort of aids his getting away, sort of hinders it. Duke's not moving in the direction he thought he was anymore. ]

[Yuri had just been minding his own busines. Really. But the sounds of a fight happening were just to much to handle and he could use a little up lift. He peeks into the...cave? Didn't this look familiar? Oh hey there's Duke! Fighting someone five times his size. Huh. Well, this was getting a bit out of hand. Don't mind a random blur coming in between you, shoving Duke a bit away from the crazed guy and, just in case, kicking the other guy so maybe they can be farther apart.]

Come on kids, you've got to learn to play nice once in awhile.

[He might looked relaxed and not caring but he's ready to spring up and kick anyones ass if they so much as looked like they were going to continue. He gives Duke a wry smile]

Duke, don't think that fighting always finish the ame as Tarqaron.

[Maine grunts and growls at the kick, but it gives him enough space to actually hesitate a moment. He's still tense and poised for throwing a few more punches, but he's going to wait to see what this new guy has to offer first.]

[ Duke's off balance as he is, and Yuri, shoving him wasn't very nice.

And from the looks of things, Maine didn't use any weapons so Duke thinks he's getting shoved by him - even if it was a lighter shove and not a punch - which was weird, but Duke should stop trying to think about little things while fighting.

Which is why as he's falling from that shove while he's off balance, he sort of flails to hit Yuri's knee.

Then he registers Yuri's voice.

... oops. ]

..... Expected different end there. [ oh. Now that he's somewhat sprawled on the ground, he's realizing his ribs really hurt. ]

[Since when have you known him to do anything nice?

He glances at Duke and almost asks if Dukes okay but ow Duke, way to say thanks for saving him by taking out his knee. He hops a bit away but still making sure he's inbetween the two.]

Heh. People are just full of surprises that way.

[He puts his attention to the other guy]

So what exactly has been going on for you to try and kill each other?

[Maine growls and shifts his weight, still tense and not dropping his guard.]

He started it.

[ A short grunt at that. Surprises. Like really heavy ones who hit really hard. ]

He stepped on me. [ And have you noticed how the room stinks of scented candle badness and how the lights are off? ]

[Two men squabbling like kids. Great]

I guess wars have been started over something as ridiculous as that.

[He throws his sheath aside and rest his blade on his shoulder]

If you want to continue, you're going to have a bit more trouble on your hands. If not, the door's open.

[Maine growls lowly for a moment, and then starts to edge back towards the door. He's not ready to turn his back on these weird people yet, though.]

[ Duke hears that edging back, and since Yuri mentioned the door's open, and Duke's already in a bad mood - not to mention pain, because ow ]

Just get out of my room. [ A bit empty of a snap. Duke's just pushed himself up from the ground to a sit, but there's a grumpy stare in Maine's direction. ]

[Yuri follows a bit, makign sure he's still in between the two just in case. Duke looked out of it but the other guy looked like he could still pack a punch. And as fun as that would be...]

This guy talks as much as you do, Duke.

[He looks at Duke when he hears him shuffling around, notcing he's kinda worse for wear.]

You alright?

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[Oh, he's bruised and burnt from his encounter with Duke and his shoulder is still smoking, but he hasn't lightened up yet. Still slowly making his way to the door.]

[ Duke only really gives Yuri's direction a brief look as if to say "what do you think".

He's not going to admit to being in some nasty pain while Maine's in his room, so silence. ]

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Mind if I bud in? :3c

Go right ahead!

/o/ all the interruptions

Whoot \o\ Ref Yuri is here sorry for late ><

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