[ you've always been a smart fighter, Lavi. It's difficult, sometimes, to fend against the moves you are so familiar with yourself. You never expect other people to be quite as clever as you, do you?
but it's your weakness too. the hammer crashes through his ankles and sends him sprawling to the floor as well, but there's only so much delay before he moves to try and pin you to the ground - bringing the hammer over his head. ]
[this would be so much easier if he could be smarter. if he had his innocence with him. but he'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way, dodging the pin attempt with a roll to the side (17), and then kicking out with a (10) to get some distance between him and the mirror-self. other self. whichever illusion this is,
because it's not him, and he'd really like to fight a battle where he doesn't have to whack at his own face for once,]
[ lavi can definitely escape the pin, and the mirror-self snarls at him - he can see some remnants of a bloodied tongue inside the mouth. not enough to form words, but enough to make a noise.
the kick doesn't connect however, and the mirror self drops the hammer to grab him by the ankle and drag him across the floor, bringing down the heavy stone nameplate against his knee. ]
Lavi takes the hit against his knee, agony blooming across bone -- which stops him from trying to roll himself up. he stays curled up on the ground instead, reaching up to try and collar the other Lavi and yank him down, half to stop his mirror-self from picking up his hammer, half to smash his face onto the floor -- with an 18]
Stop -- hitting me -- with the plate --
[he'd like some dignity while getting his ass beat]
[ when you're on the ground, maybe dignity is overrated compared to raw, brutal survival. the nameplate swings back as mirror-lavi prepares another hit, but he's surprised by the yank
he's less surprised getting brutally hit in the face with the hammer, but he can't exactly avoid it being held like that. his head smashes into the floor, hard enough to send him reeling as blood starts to pour from his temple - groaning in agony. ]
[Lavi doesn't hesitate. Maybe dignity really doesn't matter here, maybe he's only as human as other people says he is -- but violence has a way of stripping that from everyone. He knows that. He's seen that.
So he has no problem holding the hammer aloft with both hands, and swinging it down onto the other Lavi's head -- an exact reverse of their positions before, except with a 9 this time,]
[ in a house of a devil, it is the most human thing of all to descend into bloody violence, isn't it? there is nothing but heat and rage and fear, all of the most base instincts that crawl up the spinal column. when cornered, all humans are the same.
there's a brief moment in the other lavi's expression where they see the hammer rise and the eye widens in a panic, starting to lift a hand in a wait gesture--
but he rolled a 1. the hammer swings down with all the human and inhuman bloody intent behind it and cracks his skull open against the floor. lavi will feel a brief ringing pain through his own skull like fire ripping across his brain, and then.
Lavi is also in enough pain to think that he's dead too. He grabs at his head and can't remember to breathe -- the pain whites out his focus, makes him forget -- which is something he can never do, not as a Bookman. Even as a Junior.
But eventually, he does remember to breathe, and he gulps in as much air as possible, dropping his hands where his fingers come away bloody -- ow, right -- the blow to the head and to the knee, but otherwise -- miraculously, he's still mostly unharmed. He's still got those arrows, but they won't impede him.
More importantly, he gathers the bloodied name-plate from his other self, and uses the hammer to lever himself up, leaning against it.]
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but it's your weakness too. the hammer crashes through his ankles and sends him sprawling to the floor as well, but there's only so much delay before he moves to try and pin you to the ground - bringing the hammer over his head. ]
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because it's not him, and he'd really like to fight a battle where he doesn't have to whack at his own face for once,]
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the kick doesn't connect however, and the mirror self drops the hammer to grab him by the ankle and drag him across the floor, bringing down the heavy stone nameplate against his knee. ]
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Lavi takes the hit against his knee, agony blooming across bone -- which stops him from trying to roll himself up. he stays curled up on the ground instead, reaching up to try and collar the other Lavi and yank him down, half to stop his mirror-self from picking up his hammer, half to smash his face onto the floor -- with an 18]
Stop -- hitting me -- with the plate --
[he'd like some dignity while getting his ass beat]
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he's less surprised getting brutally hit in the face with the hammer, but he can't exactly avoid it being held like that. his head smashes into the floor, hard enough to send him reeling as blood starts to pour from his temple - groaning in agony. ]
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So he has no problem holding the hammer aloft with both hands, and swinging it down onto the other Lavi's head -- an exact reverse of their positions before, except with a 9 this time,]
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there's a brief moment in the other lavi's expression where they see the hammer rise and the eye widens in a panic, starting to lift a hand in a wait gesture--
but he rolled a 1. the hammer swings down with all the human and inhuman bloody intent behind it and cracks his skull open against the floor. lavi will feel a brief ringing pain through his own skull like fire ripping across his brain, and then.
silence. Lavi is dead. ]
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Lavi is also in enough pain to think that he's dead too. He grabs at his head and can't remember to breathe -- the pain whites out his focus, makes him forget -- which is something he can never do, not as a Bookman. Even as a Junior.
But eventually, he does remember to breathe, and he gulps in as much air as possible, dropping his hands where his fingers come away bloody -- ow, right -- the blow to the head and to the knee, but otherwise -- miraculously, he's still mostly unharmed. He's still got those arrows, but they won't impede him.
More importantly, he gathers the bloodied name-plate from his other self, and uses the hammer to lever himself up, leaning against it.]