Fight:A Bloody Confrontation of Sire and Fledgeling

Den of Iniquity

Satoshi isn't playing subtle today. Nope, with no more than a rushed explanation of, "You~. Me~. Blood fountain and a fight. Formalities for the hush-hush guild entry, and such." before the feline tries to simply tug the tiefling along by his hand, all earnest-like.

Kasyr is tugged along all bewildered like.

Blood Fountain

Satoshi doesn't waste any time. As soon as they enter the area, the feline releases Kasyr's hand and scurries across the cobblestones to the other side of the fountain, placing the structure directly between herself and the tiefling. Even before Satoshi's boots settle into place on her side of the field, she's already whispering lilting words to the air, her mage song a call to the blood pool that makes up the infamous fountain. And answer the call the crimson liquid does, rising from its confinement in a red mist, spilling over the stone walls and spreading at an unnatural speed to cover the area. With the macabre haze's progression comes a noticeably harsh drop in temperature as wisps of the conjured fog stain every surface it touches with a deep red frost, leaving the walkway slick with half-frozen blood droplets. Yet the algid mist isn't Satoshi's only move, for shortly after the initial spell has coated the ground in icy blood the feline is lifting her voice with a secondary enchantment. The heightened tone serving as the only warning of another spell before blood staining stones abruptly solidifies further, jutting upward in a wide-spread collection of thick, glacial stalagmites that encompass the area's entire flooring, save for where the mage stands and the fountain resides.

Kasyr knows far better than to pursue the feline when her path crosses near something as exploitable as the fountain. And thus, the tiefling simply stands his ground as the feline takes to her 'safe haven'. It is not to say that the trenchcoated tiefling doesn't react- a fact which is echoed by the sudden flare of light which would emanate from the secondary tattoos upon his arms. Normally masked by his coat, those inked wings surge outwards in a stream of holy energy- if only to condense into a pair of vambraces, one of gold and one of platinum. By this point, the area has become the miserable mess of crimson and and chill air the feline had intended- leaving the hybrid with nought more to do than react to the all too imminent and violent surge of frigid spikes. Cursing, the hybrids reaction is an odd combination of clumsiness and grace, offkilter slips and slides along frosted stone giving way to dextrous dives and agile flips- something which requires an on-the-move shedding of the vampires coat. And even that doesn't fully spare the tiefling from that sudden assault, numerous gouges and cuts forming from the unpredictable formation of ice...and his own halfhearted footwork. "...Not the best way to wake up...eh bien~" Finally skidding to a stop in a crouched position, the tiefling needs but a single moment to change the form of his weapon to wire gloves- before an abrupt stretching off his arms carves apart every one of the miniature glaciers within his vicinity. And the movements of his hands hardly stop there~ needing but a few graceful sweeps of his hands, seemingly sentient strands of wire slip around towards nearby lamp posts, keen wire to entangle and sever the metal poles from where they stood. Once liberated, it only takes am abrupt tugging motion to both ensnare and pull those airbone poles towards Satoshi's position- to leave her to deal with the consequences.

Satoshi, as much at a visual disadvantage herself with the conjured fog, has been listening for the telltale screech of Gospel manifesting to pinpoint Kasyr. It's the relative silence that spares the feline a particularly nasty meeting with the lamp posts, her nerves--and thus reflexes--put on edge without the familiar sound she's waiting for, and so when perked ears catch the faint sound of a number of heavy something-or-rathers approaching, the cryomancer is already reacting. It takes no more than a quintet of hastily hissed words before the spell goes into effect, the fog condensing in a rush around the cat, instantly building layer upon layer a suit of supernaturally thick, glacial blood full-plate. Immobilizing armor crafted without a second to spare, the magus is left to suffer a battering--rather than a skewering--by hurled decor that sends her tumbling helm over tail, until the fountain's wall brings her momentum to a sudden crashing stop. Thus leaving Satoshi upside-down and unable to move encased with weighty armor as she is. So, she's left to kill two birds with one stone... with a single growled word the full-plate shatters from around her, jagged sanguine shards remaining floating in a ring for the briefest of seconds before erupting outwards with alarming force and speed, to embed themselves into every surface available, the cryomancer's indignant fury fueling their spreading chill with her favored method of attack.

Kasyr is given very little to play with. First, A number of heavy thuds, and one of a different sort near the fountain...and then there was a growl and the mounstrous sound of a large amount of ice cracking all at once. Only certain of the direction it was coming from- the hybrid can only offer up a rudimentary defense in the form of a hastily summoned serpent blade. Gospel, to be precise, hissing blade conjured into the form of a broadsword- so as to serve as a barrier between himself and whatever was rushing towards him. And, oddly enough, it holds. Able to keep a relatively large portion of his body behind this 'improvised' bit of cover, the number of glacial daggers that find their way to the trenchcoatless (and thus unarmoured) tiefling behind are few and far between. In total, the injuries were sparse; A few spikes buried in his left shoulder, one in his right leg, and innumerable gashes upon the hands that had gripped the hilt. Overall, a nuisance towards the hybrids mobilty, and yet... the tieflings next action needed little movement. Taking a moment to forcefully bury Gospel into the ground in front of himself, so as to maintain his lovely little shield, the hybrid once again flicks out his hand- those sharp wires that his gloves control lash out towards the particular spot the feline had crashed into. Whilst the tiefling is altogether unsure of her exact position, the feline would have a pair of razor keen webs to contend with- the likes of which would be used to painfully entangle her to the fountain she had crashed into if she didn't move. And if that weren't insult to injury as it were, should the feline become ensared, she'd be in the perfect position to discover the secondary property of those wires. The wires, after all, served as an excellent conductor for electricity- the likes of which the hybrid is all but poised to channel through those lines- in a rather vicious attempt to cook the feline into submission.

Satoshi is back on her feet and moving the moment she's free of the armor, scrambling haphazardly onto the low wall of the fountain, unfortunately something that leaves her out of a complete entanglement with the wires and presents boots and coat hem to wrap themselves around. Which just makes them extra sharp trip wires as Satoshi attempts to move again, the resistance of taut wires around her ankles serving to send her tumbling headfirst into the fountain with a yelp. And as if the graceless fall and ensnaring weren't enough, the mage has to suffer the hated touch of lightning while submerged in blood, writhing and caught on a line like a--plenty cute--catfish, with only the thick coat and leather boots to marginally cushion the pain. Somewhere between contorting with agony and struggling for air, the feline manages to break the surface of the pool, and before she's even taken a proper breath Satoshi gives a strangled growl as she forces her magic outward in a violent burst. A wave of half-frozen blood rises from the fountain then, arching over Satoshi before plunging down toward the hybrid in a crimson torrent, liquid droplets becoming needles and razors of rained ice with the descent of a crushing miniature-tidal wave. And, in a reverse of what the tiefling's done to her, the cryomancer shoves a blizzard's purest fury through the wires, hyper-chilling the strands to relieve the blinding pain of electricity as the force travels to him, quite intent on delivering a taste of rabid frost bite in thanks for the electro-therapy.

Kasyr takes little satisfaction in the sounds he's conjuring from his beloved, and yet- his facade barely changes. Even as the mist parts, as that wave of scarlet surges forward towards his position- all the tiefling can muster is an aggravated sounding tsk. With all due swiftness, his right hand shoots forward to grasp at the hilt of his buried sword, blade tilted so that it provided a bit more cover. With that remedied, all the hybrid can do is simply crouch down, put his back to the improvised umbrella- and wait as that frigid rain of blades crashes down around and upon him. The overall impact was staggering, the sudden application of pressure upon Gospel forcing the flat of the blade upon Kasyrs back with a sickening crack- one made all the more wretched by the tearing sound caused by those countless needles of ice slicing through the hybrids clothes and flesh. Within mere moments, that torrent of blades removes what couldn't be covered by the blade, shattering bone, and shearing away flesh and muscle. An already impaired left arm removed, portions of the tieflings right foot simply gone. Though flooded with pain, the hybrids own abberant nature affords him the ability to bear through the agony- something which proves doubly useful with the sudden chill shock which follows. The only bright side to the assault, really, given the hybrids status of being already dead proves fairly useful to preserving him from what pain the chill might have caused- that cold instead simply serving to drastically lower his body temperature and slow the loss of blood. Which left~ The counterattack. With that last growl serving as a point of reference, the tiefling would simply focus, placing the entirety of his being into searching for the emotions of the feline. If only so that he could, moments later, grasp upon the ethereals strands of those very feelings she felt at that moment- rage proving to be his darling. With a hold that was at once physical and magical, the hybrid would give an altogether forceful tug upon that bond of emotion; every intention to wrench the feline off her feet with as much force as he could muster. And, well, to fling her bodily towards the buried and half frozen gospel which still lay buried behind him. With any luck, all the hybrid would need to do thereafter, is rise to a stand, wrench the damned blade out of it's earthen sheathe- and forcibly slamthe flat out it into the mages side- to hopefully disable her before she accidentally killed him.

Satoshi is in the midst of dragging herself out of the fountain, shivering violently from remnants of the electricity as well as the side-effect of being magically drained, when she feels the half-expected tug from the empath. Without time to even give a yelp of protest the feline finds herself tossed by that invisible force and landing unsteadily on her feet after a graceless somersault not far from her tiefling. It's only the fact that Gospel is still considerably frosty and swinging toward her left side that spares the feline an excess of misery, the element coating the blade putting up a natural resistance to connect with the glacial bracer encasing the mage's forearm and thusly buffering the blow a fair deal. But strike it still does, the cushioned still force enough to fracture the bracer'd arm by sheer blunt strength. And yet it isn't the shock of the sudden wrenching forward, that damnable weapon colliding with her side, or even the dizzying pain of broken bones that calls off the blood-coated feline's temper. No, it's only when she turns blazing blue eyes on the tiefling does she stop, snarl melting away into a miserable whimper with the sight. "I... I'm sorry..." the cat manages as she takes a stumbling step towards him with her good arm reaching out, the very image of unhappy.

Kasyr stands before her, unsteady upon his feet- blade extended towards her as he maintains that artificial sense of neutrality. And yet, all it takes for the fire to leave her eyes, and the strength all but leaves his form- the hybrid slowly lowering to one knee once more. With a rueful smile shot to the feline, and a particulary bloody cough reserved for his hand- the hybrid would simply allow Gospel to return to it's resting place within his flesh, the hope being that it would aid in slowing the flow of blood. Between his regeneration the chill, and his unnatural nature- he was fairly certain the wounds he had obtained weren't...lethal. However, he was still a far cry from fine...and without feeding...and eating... "...Sorry...that I overdid things...myself.. Help moi..to the cemterary...oui? Temple...used to be there. Priests... might still frequent...."

Satoshi pauses from letting her hand stroke his cheek worriedly to give the tiefling a sudden sharp poke to his chest with a finger, the faintest of smiles on her face. "Oi. You need blood, non?" The mage gives an exceedingly pointed look toward the fountain. "That's no swimming pool, even if I took a dip in it..." And with that the feline is loops his arm over her shoulders and begins gently tugging him toward the half-filled fountain.

Kasyr gives the feline a somewhat tired look, before he choosing to simply lean against her to let her lead him along. The very moment she'd get him to the edge, not a moment would be wasted in slipping free from her, if only so that he could dunk his head within those sanguine 'waters', greedily drinking from the fountain. Between mouthfuls, the hybrid couldn't help but mention, however, "...Flesh heals me faster- eating someone..et such. ...Or summoning all the power inside of moi...but..I'll not do that idly..." Another dunk of the hybrids head, and the feline would be lacking a conversation partner for a good few moments longer- the only thing left to contemplate when it comes to the hybrid- being the sickly sight of blood twining it's way out from his body and reforming in a grotesque outline of his arm.

Satoshi is relatively unbothered by being without a conversation partner, it allows her to slump against the stone wall and eventually the ground. And sitting there, still very much a bloody trembling mess, the mage can at least offer a quiet response, "Flesh may work better. But do you think I could have actually gotten you that far..?" From there, it's just a bit of waiting for her vampiric beloved to repair the damage she's caused.

Kasyr continues partaking in that fair bit of gluttony, going so far as to flex his fingers as the gorey limb takes on more definition, "...I've lived through worse." And again, the hybrid is quiet, content to do his own part in empting the basin of blood. To finish gathering the strength needed to rejuvenate the limb all at once. "..And using the power I've gained when it's...not in combat ...I can do without that pent up aggression, enfin."

Satoshi rummages clumsily through her satchel, with ears turned to catch the words spoken as she searches. Somewhere in that time the crimson-stained feline murmurs to herself, somthing along the lines of 'tending to pent up' something or rather. But that's around the time she also finds what she's been hunting for, and with a small, delighted sound, the mage holds the item up to Kasyr--after trying to wipe a drop of blood from it and thusly smearing it with more of the liquid. "Also~, I think I owe you this..."

Satoshi gave 1 shadow-laced insignia to Kasyr.

Kasyr takes a few moments to focus, before the excess blood he's engulfed abruptly soldifies- his arm newly restored. ...Unforunately, the coat doesn't exactly come with this restoration package- but that hardly matters to the hybrid. No, he simply accepts the thing, before proceeding to twirl it about- eyes fixated on the shadows which seem to leak off it. "Interessant. Et it's aggression..not frustration that's pent up...unless that es a whole different sort of risque you're implying." A playful whistle and the things simply pocketed- the tiefling peering first at his torn coat, and then to the feline, "We're a fair mess, n'est ce pas? Probably be a good time to change, et get details..of a sorts..on things."

Satoshi glances down at her bloodied clothes with a critical eye before heaving a dramatic sigh. "Red really isn't my first choice in color... Changing sounds like a good plan." Using claws on the fountain's blood-slicked wall for support, the mage drags herself back to her feet after only a stumble or two, maybe an unsteady flailing of arms for a brief pause too. And without invitation, Satoshi slumps a tad heavily against the tiefling's for support, offering only the excuse, "You're patched up from the blood. I don't have that luxury." And with a very quietly added, "Yet....Maybe." she just points toward the Corpse. "Onward~?"

Kasyr can't help but offer the feline a somewhat bemused look, playfully nipping at one of her ears when she leans close. And then he's simply moving, one arm curled about her waist as they trail off towards the Corpse, "Onward! Et such. Et..Even like me...j'en doute it would be that fast for tu. Well, unless you were all..tiefling-like et such. Anyways... I can always..erm. you know. happily place my hands et tu.." A teasing purr..and they're off.

Satoshi quite happily responds with her own purr, taking the arm coiled about her waist as a chance to nestle that much more against the hybrid's side as they travel. "I must say my dear, you have quite the multi-talented hands~." A rise in the volume of her purr and she's shifting to take a retaliating nip at his own ear... even if it ends up more as a cattish bit of grooming, what with her slight fondness of blood despite lacking a vampiric essence.

Kasyr is looking wonderfully dazed as he returns to the tavern, a wholehearted purr of approval given to his mages attentions. The only deviation in this behaviour is a single brief glance to those patrons currently in- a task which, once completed, allows him to fall back into the lull he had been in- so he could gradually lead the way to the stairs, "Well, I never do know, when one of those talents might prove useful, oui?Truly, what with your state et all, I do believe my hands will be quite busy, en fait."

Satoshi, in the midst of undertaking the task of kissing away any blood she finds on her tiefling's cheeks, pauses in her (perfectly selfless) efforts to give him a furtive grin and a cattish turn of her ears. "Promise~?" And... was that a bit of blood on his lips she spies? Best take care of that too, post haste! Obviously, busy as the feline is, she's not going to object to being led anywhere. Especially with her favorite certain someone.

Kasyr lets the kiss drag on for a few long moments, before simply grabbing her hands and slowly leading her up the rest of the way, "Promise, Cherie. After all, it would hardly do to let you be unsatisfied by my treatment et all. I suppose you'll just have to let moi know when you're too worn out to be tended to any further...n'est ce pas?"And away the hybrid goes, to lead her back into that room of theirs.