009//Dictated

[nothingtobelieve]

[The sight of a man in a well-tailored suit carrying a katana might not be as uncommon in the castle as it would be elsewhere, but the look of pure, unadulterated rage on Vicious' face is probably enough to warn off all but the most cavalier of people. He's looking for something, and when he finds it, the journal picks up on it as well.]

Spike.

[There's a lot of venom behind that shouted name, and then the sounds of someone doing their best to dismantle a door with their bare hands and the occasional aid of a sword.]



[OOC: Feel free to run into him before he makes it to his destination, if you'd like a character infected, or are just looking for a very wrathful encounter.]

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[gottaknockhard]

[Spike doesn't reach the hall when the sword swings too close -- he brings his gun hand up reflexively, but instead of deflecting the blade, he only manages to get his arm in the way. Warm blood spills down to his elbow, but he manages to keep hold of the gun, and he flashes his teeth in the dark.

He stops retreating. If Vicious is that far gone, he'll take advantage; Spike's hand comes back down and he tries to see how many shots he can get off before Vicious has time to swing again.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[There's a strange feeling of joy in the midst of his rage. This, this is what he's wanted, all he ever, truly wants. They could dance this dance a thousand times, and he would never tire of the satisfaction that comes with trying to kill this man.

But he's too caught up in that moment to notice Spike's change in tactics, and it takes a bullet to the arm to jolt him back to that reality. Far from fatal, but it's a wound that's going to keep him from fighting as effectively now.

He corrects for his misstep, dropping the katana for now in favor of his bare hands. He's supposed to be trying to infect others--that imperative sits at the back of his mind, still--but he would much, much rather wrap his hands around Spike's neck and strangle him, if given half a chance.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Even after all those years, Spike understands exactly what Vicious is trying to get out of him. By the time he starts going at him barehanded, the part of Spike that was still tempted by the offer came to the forefront, and he stops his fire.

Once he is close enough, Spike kicks his leg at his approximation of where Vicious' jaw might appear, and keeps his good arm in front of him. If he'd rather grapple with him, Spike doesn't mind indulging.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[The kick glances off his jaw, slowing his momentum, but one benefit of the nearly mindless rage that has caught hold of him is the fact that he barely registers the pain, and he just keeps moving. Spike isn't running now, which is good.

When it comes to unarmed combat, he's not half as good as Spike, but he's not worried about that, really. He just lashes out, trying to get a handful of jacket so he can drag Spike in closer.]

[gottaknockhard]

[In a claustrophobic place like this, Spike doesn't have the space to avoid his grasp when Vicious comes raging back. It winds up giving him a nice view of the crazed look in his eyes -- a different kind than usual. Almost enough to be disturbing.]

The castle really did a number on you.

[nothingtobelieve]

[He gets a good handful of Spike's shirt and jacket, and then uses the momentum to slam him backwards towards the wall]

It's given me another chance to kill you.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike keeps his head from cracking on the wall; it barely even makes him miss a beat in their conversation.]

How many chances do you need?

[nothingtobelieve]

[His free hand isn't working so well, what with the bullet wound and all, but that doesn't stop him from going for Spike's throat with it while the other stays locked on his clothing.]

As many as it takes.

[They can kill each other over and over forever, so far as he's concerned.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Even being the saner of the two men in this room, Spike finds the humor in that promise. He's been expecting that all along.

It's not a few seconds after Vicious' hand closes on his throat that Spike's knee shoots upward, aiming to hit hard while he has the opening. -- Just because he expects it, doesn't mean he's going to make it easy. They'd never be satisfied any other way.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He's already half expecting the move, because he knows how Spike fights, and that's enough to let him get away from most of the impact, although he has to let Spike go, in the process. Definitely not a welcome disruption of his plans.]

[gottaknockhard]

[That's all he needs to come swinging with his good arm. Apparently the plan to get out in the open temporarily drifted by the wayside. Now a messy, half-crazed, brawl to the death seems like an awfully good stress reliever.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He took the blow, though he might have been able to avoid it, because avoiding meant giving up more ground, and that just wasn't on his agenda today. Instead, he just ignored the pain and tried to get a grip on Spike again, any way he could.]