[okay first, yes, itadori is so proud of you. eat those soul bits.
he watches as raphael throws ash aside into a pillar, and it activates something in him. you have to protect the others. you do. you have to. there's an engine in his chest and it's bright and painful and roaring, but this is what you do. you take the heat off the others. literally, in this case.
he manages to catch raphael by surprise, and slices clean through one of his wings. he lets out a noise that sounds like a cat having it's tail stepped on, and whirls on rondo to multiclaw attack him. i rolled the damage wrong at first but it doesn't matter because it's only ten points less.
his claws swipe through flesh like butter. they leave gouges across his arms, and one particularly bad swipe slices across his chest, leaving deep wounds there that burn, crackling and turning black at the edges of the burned flesh. but in turn, raphael is bleeding. so.]
[ HUNGYYYY he's shoving his own soul back into his mouth like its drinky sugar
that engine feels like home. it feels more like home than anything else here. having his flame stolen was - violating, an agonizing, brutal pain that he's not even sure that he survived. and ever since rondo woke up in the village, he's just felt... cold. like something was missing. his heart, torn out of his chest. the flame is his soul and his guardian, and it is in a moment like this when he needs it, that even as a facsimile, a thudding, painful engine, it feels like it's there.
he takes the claws. he's no barbarian, but but the mass cure wounds helped, and it's keeping him up on his feet. however, the deep wounds across his chest cauterize - didn't he just say this to daan? - and rondo hits the ground on one knee from the final one because it hurts temporarily blacking out his vision, making him see stars. not here. not now. get up. get up, get up, get up, ashlyn is on the ground, get up, get up, mathis could be in danger, lavi needs your support, rise, damn you, rise --
rondo staggers back to his feet and he rushes raphael again. again, again, again. holy impulse, sacred charge, holy smite. as many times as it takes. for as often as it takes. he won't let his fire be snuffed out. he won't give any quarter. ]
[NOT THE DRINKY SUGAR RONDO THAT'S BAD FOR YOUR ECOSYSTEM
raphael is trying to charm person ashlyn do you fucking MIND. but the sword is a lot, and he's so distracted by these slices that he's having a hard time staying focused. slowly, his health is going down, and off in the corner lavi is just absolutely beating the shit out the last pillar, and this combination of things means that, as the pillar is crumbling --
raphael lets out an unholy scream, and shouts for ashlyn to attack rondo. have fun with that, fucko, he's going to disengage and go after lavi.
[ hi! ashlyn had been trying to flank raphael with the others, but now she's stepping out past him, her knife in hand. wow, it's so much easier to move when you're not really in control of yourself and the boss isn't trying to hit you anymore!
she immediately tries to get in rondo's face, trying to stab him in the gut. ]
[ oh god oh god oh god okay he absolutely cannot, cannot hurt ashlyn, which means rondo is bringing up his sword to block her knife strike with the sword he stole. ]
Miss - Miss Ashlyn! [ he's not much of a speed fighter, is the thing, so depending on her being quick and sneaky - and the fact he absolutely is not going to hit her with the sword if he can help it, this dodging might be in vain. he can maybe get her with the blunt end of the sword in the back of the neck, maybe he can knock her out - otherwise it's all defensive.
he does try his usual though. actually normally he's really apologetic for this because it's on accident but right now he's just - ] SNAP OUT OF IT!! [ shouting on purpose. ]
[ she's small and she's fast, so she's doing a good job at dodging his attempts to get her with the blunt end of his sword. he's trying too hard not to hurt her; that makes it easier.
she's giving him no such consideration, just repeatedly trying to get past his defenses for a good stomach-stab.
but... the shouting does get her to flinch. not as hard as she would in her right mind, but it's something. ]
[ the knife cuts in, swipes across his already open and bleeding cuts, and it hurts. it's not a gut, but it bleeds, and this time the pained noise he makes is cut off and choked.
but this is the thing. this is the job of the tank - to take the hits for those who can't.
(this is someone he cares about. this is sign language lessons and quiet moments of peace, this is stealing her away from gale when he's off on a tangent. this is wide eyed lessons about the modern world and time spent in a silly little cabin, with a silly little group of people that knit closer every day.
this is ashlyn. she is rondo's friend. and if he can't protect her in the village, where they have no idea what will happen, where they're powerless to deal with thursdays, with sundays, with the monday rituals they can't stop, then - then he can protect her, here.) ]
-- ASHLYN!
[ and shouting at the top of his lungs, rondo pushes up into the knife instead of shying away, the next time she swipes forward. hope is right there. he lets ashlyn stab him, he pushes up into the blade, and uses the force of it and his bulk to try and tackle her down to the ground. ]
the spell wears off as soon as she lands the hit. she goes from moving robotically, body on automatic, to freezing up. going completely stock-still, easily knocked to the ground.
her head hits the floor hard; her vision goes blurry and her ears ring. the situation doesn't make sense. she's dizzy and confused, her whole body is still aching and burning, and she's disoriented by sensory overload.
rondo's blood spills over the knife, over her fingers, still holding the hilt. then letting go to frantically try and put pressure over the wound—a pointless reflex, but at least she's not yanking the knife out and making it worse. ]
[hops in here - you're both here, one shaken out of the trance, the other stabbed and thoroughly burned, and you can see raphael going after lavi and mathis --
there's so much happening, but.
you can stop this. you can help. all four of you can do this together if you try.]
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he watches as raphael throws ash aside into a pillar, and it activates something in him. you have to protect the others. you do. you have to. there's an engine in his chest and it's bright and painful and roaring, but this is what you do. you take the heat off the others. literally, in this case.
he manages to catch raphael by surprise, and slices clean through one of his wings. he lets out a noise that sounds like a cat having it's tail stepped on, and whirls on rondo to multiclaw attack him. i rolled the damage wrong at first but it doesn't matter because it's only ten points less.
his claws swipe through flesh like butter. they leave gouges across his arms, and one particularly bad swipe slices across his chest, leaving deep wounds there that burn, crackling and turning black at the edges of the burned flesh. but in turn, raphael is bleeding. so.]
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that engine feels like home. it feels more like home than anything else here. having his flame stolen was - violating, an agonizing, brutal pain that he's not even sure that he survived. and ever since rondo woke up in the village, he's just felt... cold. like something was missing. his heart, torn out of his chest. the flame is his soul and his guardian, and it is in a moment like this when he needs it, that even as a facsimile, a thudding, painful engine, it feels like it's there.
he takes the claws. he's no barbarian, but but the mass cure wounds helped, and it's keeping him up on his feet. however, the deep wounds across his chest cauterize - didn't he just say this to daan? - and rondo hits the ground on one knee from the final one because it hurts temporarily blacking out his vision, making him see stars. not here. not now. get up. get up, get up, get up, ashlyn is on the ground, get up, get up, mathis could be in danger, lavi needs your support, rise, damn you, rise --
rondo staggers back to his feet and he rushes raphael again. again, again, again. holy impulse, sacred charge, holy smite. as many times as it takes. for as often as it takes. he won't let his fire be snuffed out. he won't give any quarter. ]
Haaah!
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raphael is trying to charm person ashlyn do you fucking MIND. but the sword is a lot, and he's so distracted by these slices that he's having a hard time staying focused. slowly, his health is going down, and off in the corner lavi is just absolutely beating the shit out the last pillar, and this combination of things means that, as the pillar is crumbling --
raphael lets out an unholy scream, and shouts for ashlyn to attack rondo. have fun with that, fucko, he's going to disengage and go after lavi.
he's in bad shape, though.]
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cant swear
BUTTHEAD ]
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she immediately tries to get in rondo's face, trying to stab him in the gut. ]
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Miss - Miss Ashlyn! [ he's not much of a speed fighter, is the thing, so depending on her being quick and sneaky - and the fact he absolutely is not going to hit her with the sword if he can help it, this dodging might be in vain. he can maybe get her with the blunt end of the sword in the back of the neck, maybe he can knock her out - otherwise it's all defensive.
he does try his usual though. actually normally he's really apologetic for this because it's on accident but right now he's just - ] SNAP OUT OF IT!! [ shouting on purpose. ]
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she's giving him no such consideration, just repeatedly trying to get past his defenses for a good stomach-stab.
but... the shouting does get her to flinch. not as hard as she would in her right mind, but it's something. ]
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[ the knife cuts in, swipes across his already open and bleeding cuts, and it hurts. it's not a gut, but it bleeds, and this time the pained noise he makes is cut off and choked.
but this is the thing. this is the job of the tank - to take the hits for those who can't.
(this is someone he cares about. this is sign language lessons and quiet moments of peace, this is stealing her away from gale when he's off on a tangent. this is wide eyed lessons about the modern world and time spent in a silly little cabin, with a silly little group of people that knit closer every day.
this is ashlyn. she is rondo's friend. and if he can't protect her in the village, where they have no idea what will happen, where they're powerless to deal with thursdays, with sundays, with the monday rituals they can't stop, then - then he can protect her, here.) ]
-- ASHLYN!
[ and shouting at the top of his lungs, rondo pushes up into the knife instead of shying away, the next time she swipes forward. hope is right there. he lets ashlyn stab him, he pushes up into the blade, and uses the force of it and his bulk to try and tackle her down to the ground. ]
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the spell wears off as soon as she lands the hit. she goes from moving robotically, body on automatic, to freezing up. going completely stock-still, easily knocked to the ground.
her head hits the floor hard; her vision goes blurry and her ears ring. the situation doesn't make sense. she's dizzy and confused, her whole body is still aching and burning, and she's disoriented by sensory overload.
rondo's blood spills over the knife, over her fingers, still holding the hilt. then letting go to frantically try and put pressure over the wound—a pointless reflex, but at least she's not yanking the knife out and making it worse. ]
Rondo! [ no no nononono. ]
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there's so much happening, but.
you can stop this. you can help. all four of you can do this together if you try.]