Grudge Match

[Rust Mane]

Rust stands breathing hard, hardly holding himself up on the fence.
But Rooks seems to understand now. He won't throw another punch.
Yes. Rook figured it out.

And then Spartan seaks.
Suddenly he sees clearly. His Brother's condemnation. So much pain.
Rust caused all that pain.

Something inside Rust breaks. It brings more pain then he has ever felt before.
As the darkness comes. Rust realizes why it hurts so much.

He lost the one thing left he had to live for.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-09-20 01:17:01		Rust rolls 2 to STAM (10 Again)		7, 4		failure

You hear of men who die in their sleep. You wonder why? Did they see it coming? Fate blind siding them. Time's cold dagger in the back.

The Mask falls away, A puff of rust takes the air. Rust's form seems hollow. Guilt, shame and anger made real in the disease he bore back from Arcadia. A sore running from the nap of his back to his side, over his shoulders. And eating away his cat shaped muzzle.
His metal skin tarnished and worn. He lies still, crumpled up against the metal fence of the Cage where Rooks blow threw him, his features contorted in rigid agony.

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri looked sideways to Nightfall as he sat next to her but chose not to say anything. When Rook threw his unopposed punch, she winced upon impact, hearing it more than seeing it. When Rust didn't hit back and instead let the words pout forth, Terri just shook her head, trying to recall if she will hear anything new.

She didn't.

Rook replied, and the pair went back and forth until Spartan made his decision.

When Rust hit the floor, unconscious, Terri rushed to the cage, taking with her the bottle of water she'd brought along, not focusing on what Otto had said.

[Nightfall]

The Fairest raised an eyebrow at the blow Rook delivered, a bit surprised G-Man had it in him. The pendulum swing to the other extreme as Rust ranted, and Nightfall couldn't help but think maybe Rust's Keeper should have taken his voice. A curious look was directed at Otto as the whiskered Beast came over and spoke, but before he could reply, Rust collapsed.

As the Elemental fell, he followed Terri, toeing the fallen form.

"Get up, you big drama queen. You can't rage-quit life."

Well, you could. You just had to try a little harder.

[Forn Clakes]

"I've got a first aid badge," Terri replied to Rook, shrugging before opening the water bottle and tipping over Rust Mane's head.

[Mary Lee]

Mary finally wandered in, having heard the rumors of a grudge match and bloody strife. While far from adept at that sort of thing, with slender arms and lazy habits, she nevertheless felt a curiosity about such things. Her own fear of physical powerlessness led her to behold those who possessed such might in abundance. Her hands were meant for "better things," idealists might say; she could heal the injured like spring rains restoring green to the landscape. But cliches aside, she mostly used them for web surfing and maneuvering snacks into her mouth. It was mostly just the mystical touch of the beyond, as she had only very basic instruction in first aid, anyway, that helped her heal wounds. But it worked.

Regardless of her digressions about her destiny, she was fascinated by the human form, a fascination she'd tried to use to figure who she might actually be. Tonight, however, entering the room with light, flowing steps from her relatively long gait, given her not especially long legs, the smell of sweat and blood immediately hit her. I s'pose I shoulda expected as much. Let's see what's up.

Taking a closer look, she dared to offer her assistance. "I might be able to help, if that's alright."