1st of Cylus, Arc 722
Continued from here.
The first punch was too much force and emotion, and even though it struck true and Rozkia's head was thrown to the side she recovered quickly after taking a step back. Almost immediately she felt a trickle of blood from her nose and smiled. She wiped her face on her arm a sick smile taking over her face to replace her satisfied one. She looked at the yludih with a eyes that spoke volumes. The Naerikk chuckled as she stood back to full height, shaking free of her thoughts and emptying her mind of everything except her want to bloody the shifter before.
"The first ones free," she said pleasantly, though it didn't match her expression. She dug her heel into the yludih's foot, taking them by surprise before she punched them in the face, the collision with their should've been a satisfying squelch. Instead, pain blossomed on her hand and the thunk of hitting something rocklike met her ears. The yludih didn't bleed but instead emitted a strangely bright glow that stunned the Naer long enough for them to recover. They charged her - going low and circling arms around her torso to throw her to the floor of her house. Rozkia's head met the hardwood floors in harsh thud, bouncing back up before she lay still on the ground, eyes fluttering shut.
The shifter huffed from exertion, thier body not used to fighting so roughly if their breathing was any indication. Rozkia kept her eyes closed, strainer her ears for any sounds that might help her ploy. When the shifter moved off her, Rozkia continued to play unconscious until the shifter moved closer to her feet. She swept her out, then up, tripping them as she got to her feet clumsily to force their face against her wall. She pushed them with heavy force, things clattered to the ground in the scuffle and Rozkia's blood pumped with the need to best her current opponent.
The shifter rested their head against the wall for half a trill before throwing it back, smashing Roz's nose with enough force to stagger her as they pushed the Naer off them. Rozkia took a few steps bac with a grunt, but before the next blow could land she filled her cheeks with bloody spit and fired blindly at the shifter. They recoiled and Rozkia botted them in the chest with as much force as she could, causing them to grunt and crumble.
"Not very strong are you, little yludih?" The Naer spat with a sneer. Laying on the floor - crumpled and in pain, holding their injuries - Rozkia couldn't fathom how she'd been so nervous around them before. She circled the yludih carefully, who was just about kissing the floor as they tried to recover. She had questions that the faker could answer, and she'd pull them out with whatever means she had. Among the things that had fallen to the floor of the dark room or had gotten knocked over and thrashed was a single arrow. The rest had, thankfully, remained bound in their strapping.
Rozkia's eye gleamed as she knelt to pick it, taking slow steps as she knew that the yludih wouldn't be recovering any faster. "Now then, yludih," Rozkia began, forcing the now woman to her knees by her hair. "You're going to tell me what i want to know, or," She continued twisting the arrow head firmly grasped in her free hand and aiming it dangerously close to the yludih's eye. "I'll make you." While it was a promise and a threat, the yludih didn't seem to take her seriously even with the pain blooming through them. Instead the yludih laughed and started to taunt her - Rozkia could tell from their smile.
So she went forward with her plan, and jabbed the arrow strait into their eye as they howled in pain. SHe dropped them then, and let them clutch their injury and cry, light spilling from the wound as the Naerikk laughed at their pain. "Oh my, did you think I was joking? That's a shame," She started lifting the yludih by the chin to examine them as they begged for no more. "You sometimes have such pretty eyes." Her malice shined through her eyes as she took sadistic glee in the cries of pain and release the yludih begged for. "After all that big talk, this is what you've been reduced to!"
"S-stop, I-"
"You what? You're sorry? You'll answer my questions? Of course you will! You don't have a choice."
"The first ones free," she said pleasantly, though it didn't match her expression. She dug her heel into the yludih's foot, taking them by surprise before she punched them in the face, the collision with their should've been a satisfying squelch. Instead, pain blossomed on her hand and the thunk of hitting something rocklike met her ears. The yludih didn't bleed but instead emitted a strangely bright glow that stunned the Naer long enough for them to recover. They charged her - going low and circling arms around her torso to throw her to the floor of her house. Rozkia's head met the hardwood floors in harsh thud, bouncing back up before she lay still on the ground, eyes fluttering shut.
The shifter huffed from exertion, thier body not used to fighting so roughly if their breathing was any indication. Rozkia kept her eyes closed, strainer her ears for any sounds that might help her ploy. When the shifter moved off her, Rozkia continued to play unconscious until the shifter moved closer to her feet. She swept her out, then up, tripping them as she got to her feet clumsily to force their face against her wall. She pushed them with heavy force, things clattered to the ground in the scuffle and Rozkia's blood pumped with the need to best her current opponent.
The shifter rested their head against the wall for half a trill before throwing it back, smashing Roz's nose with enough force to stagger her as they pushed the Naer off them. Rozkia took a few steps bac with a grunt, but before the next blow could land she filled her cheeks with bloody spit and fired blindly at the shifter. They recoiled and Rozkia botted them in the chest with as much force as she could, causing them to grunt and crumble.
"Not very strong are you, little yludih?" The Naer spat with a sneer. Laying on the floor - crumpled and in pain, holding their injuries - Rozkia couldn't fathom how she'd been so nervous around them before. She circled the yludih carefully, who was just about kissing the floor as they tried to recover. She had questions that the faker could answer, and she'd pull them out with whatever means she had. Among the things that had fallen to the floor of the dark room or had gotten knocked over and thrashed was a single arrow. The rest had, thankfully, remained bound in their strapping.
Rozkia's eye gleamed as she knelt to pick it, taking slow steps as she knew that the yludih wouldn't be recovering any faster. "Now then, yludih," Rozkia began, forcing the now woman to her knees by her hair. "You're going to tell me what i want to know, or," She continued twisting the arrow head firmly grasped in her free hand and aiming it dangerously close to the yludih's eye. "I'll make you." While it was a promise and a threat, the yludih didn't seem to take her seriously even with the pain blooming through them. Instead the yludih laughed and started to taunt her - Rozkia could tell from their smile.
So she went forward with her plan, and jabbed the arrow strait into their eye as they howled in pain. SHe dropped them then, and let them clutch their injury and cry, light spilling from the wound as the Naerikk laughed at their pain. "Oh my, did you think I was joking? That's a shame," She started lifting the yludih by the chin to examine them as they begged for no more. "You sometimes have such pretty eyes." Her malice shined through her eyes as she took sadistic glee in the cries of pain and release the yludih begged for. "After all that big talk, this is what you've been reduced to!"
"S-stop, I-"
"You what? You're sorry? You'll answer my questions? Of course you will! You don't have a choice."
