EVENT HORIZON - DAY THREE

[inferis]

[Well, things sure aren't fun for you guys right now, are they? And to make matters worse, some of you have become completely corrupted by the ship, and you've got some crazy new ideas in your heads.

Anyone not corrupted isn't doing that hot either. Not only do you have to deal with your new crazy-face buddies, but you have to deal with your own terrible hallucinations coming at you when you least expect them, and they want you to do terrible, awful things]

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[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf had been all over the ship, but he spent as much time as he possibly could near the Gravity Drive, which is where he is now when he spies Ashura heading his way. Drawing a high-frequency knife from one of the holsters on his hips, he steps forward to challenge the stranger.]

I'm afraid I cannot allow you to tamper with this device. Even if your intent is honorable, it is unknown what effect destroying it would have on this ship, as well as the other

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Another one in his way. Another one. Why were they always in his way? He was trying to help them, to end this! He would end it all and set them free and the would thank him and hallow his name and Yasha's in the ever after.}

HE. WOULD. END. IT.

He raised his make-shift blade, blood dripping, his head canting the tiniest bit to the side as he regarded his new enemy, the last enemy before he found the heart and destroyed this gods forsaken Castle. ]

Move, if you do not wish to die. I already warned you all, I will not say it again.

_{[ He raised his blade, unwavering in his psychosis. ]}

[wolf_of_war]

[He hates to do it, but Bladewolf switches himself into full Combat Mode, analyzing his opponent. His sword was crude at best, and was biting into his skin, though Ashura's stance made Bladewolf think he had training, so he would have to rely on his speed, and the flexibility of his tail to try and disarm him.]

I am sorry, but I must stop you.

[Almost instinctively, Bladewolf howls aggressively. He dashes forward, before shifting his weight to his front feet, and flipping forward while whipping his tail up in a downward slash, hoping that Ashura will try to parry, and force his blade to the ground.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Ashura might be psychotic and lost in his mind, but it was a battle all the same - and he had over two hundreds years of battle under his belt. His muscles already burned from making his way here, crazed resolve one of the only things keeping him up. He snarled and his bare feet slid him sideways in smooth, dance like steps that wasted little. His sword came up - if it could really be called a sword - to meet the other's assault, but more to push himself further sideways than make an actual assault of his own.}

Clear of the initial assault, Ashura spun, slicing in a sharp, downwards angle. On a person, with his normal strength, he would have easily dismembered the other, but Blade Wolf was neither of those, was he?]

[wolf_of_war]

[Surprised by Ashura's speed, but thankfully used to fighting people faster than him, Bladewolf's blade is deflected by Ashura's. Trying a different tactic, Bladewolf leaps sideways toward a wall, avoiding Ashura's blade, and upon his rear foor making contact, he lunges forward, his front feet extended to try and force Ashura off of his feet, and catch his blade should the other try to cut him as he moves forward.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Ashura shifted as the other avoided his attack, crazed senses minutely aware of the other charging him again with preternatural speed. He shifted his blade to his other hand, blood splashing under his feet as his hand continued to bleed with the blade removed. He spun, dropping to his knees, partially because he slipped in his own blood and the blood left over from the previous slaughters.}

He let out a sharp grunt and angled his blade up to thrust at the other, though it was off balance and more a glancing side-blow, even if it did land. ]

[wolf_of_war]

[The blade does indeed hit it's mark, but due to the armor on Bladewolf's belly, the worst is does is scratch him and spark, and Bladewolf lands hard on his front feet, spinning to face Ashura again.]

Your blade is dulled by your madness. Evade my blows!

[he begins to crazily swing the knife in his tail quickly and crazily, hoping to find a weakness in Ashura's defenses.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ For the first few seconds, he's managing, spinning and jerking out of the way. But the madness was slowing him, dulling him as it sucked him down deeper into its depths. His body felt numb and heavy, the blade in his hand sharp and biting. And, soon enough, one of the wolf's blows lands, making the king scream out in pain as the blade bites into his upper arm and throws him back with the force, blade skittering away, streaking blood as it did so. ]}

[wolf_of_war]

[Seeing his opening, Bladewolf flips the blade in his tail over, so that the handle is facing out, and charges forward, aiming a strike at Ashura's forehead, hoping to knock him out with this chance.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Ashura seems it coming and he tries to push himself up and out of the way. But the pain in his hands startles him, almost making him cry out, and for a moment he is distracted, blinded by his pain -}

And then a sharper pain against his brow, a thudding sound in his ears. Bonelessly, he slumps down , blood dribbling down his forehead and cheek, across his mouth. Golden eyes rolled up into his head and he gave into the darkness with a weak mewl of protest. ]

[wolf_of_war]

[Satisfied that Ashura is incapacitated, Bladewolf sheathes his knife, and picks up Ashura with his tail, to drape the robed man over his back.]

I am sorry I had to do that. Hopefully, you will forgive me once we have returned to the castle.

[And with that, he takes off to drop Ashura in the Medbay.]