“There’s no way in Hell I’m letting that happen!” Patroklos yelled, running forward with his shield raised to block the spinning ringblade as best he could after he recovered from her previous attack. Patroklos decided he was not dying here; as long as Pyrrha was alive he would not die. Tira would not get her way as long as he breathed.
Something inside him had broken just a bit and the thought of Tira dead had surfaced in his mind again. Patroklos turned his shield into a battering ram, attempting to knock Tira over again. Tira was faster than he was, yes, but neither of them could attack from a distance. She would be forced to defend against him; it’d be highly unlikely she’d cower.
He waited until she left an opening however, waited until he could strike, and he he did, he would make it count. Patroklos hardly understood what had been running through his mind; he was angry yes, enraged even because Tira was the malfested in question that was the only road to finding his sister. But he couldn’t come to grips with when he had wanted her dead so badly, and why the thought of killing her appeared so frequently, to the point where had forgotten everything, even Natsu who had been trying to help the people in this town.
Stupid malfested…
Tira’s blade slammed against Patroklos’s shield, sending them both back. Tira landed on her feet again, but was forced down as she landed. Her opponent was strong, but he was determined. Very determined. No matter how hard she tried to keep him away, he would keep trying to save his little sister. His strength was respectable, but his resolve was simply unacceptable!
A deep breath escaped her as she straightened up yet again, refusing to allow herself to be overcome by this sad excuse of a hero. “Just try to stop me!” she spit out, threatening the man to the greatest extent. She was aggravated, but what was a fight without a challenge. Besides, it had only just begun. There was no telling how soon he’d back down.
Her few seconds for a reply pushed aside, she charged at Patroklos yet again, letting her weapon slip around her waist as she neared him. She stuck her feet against the ground, coming to a sharp stop and spinning her weapon relentlessly against her hips.
#stupid ask blog #keeping my attention from my roleplays #DAMN IT I LIKE PLAYING TIRA #cries because she replies slowly
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Tira’s words only served to anger Patroklos further; Tira only needed his sister because she was far too weak to wield that stupid sword on her own. Yes, that was perfect; destroy someone else’s family because you were too weak to go after your own desires.
“You’re dead!”
Swiftly he brought down the Stigma Shield onto the ringblade, with enough force to knock Tira over. If she didn’t move, then he’d bring the sword down next and split her in two in his fit of frustration. Logic ebbed away from Patroklos and he allowed his frustration and his anger to fight for him against Tira.
Patroklos needed Pyrrha the most; she was the only family he had left after so long. She was alive, and Tira knew exactly where. Part of him just did not care about Soul Edge and what it was capable of because he had just wanted to go home to Athens with his sister. Another part of him wanted a bit more clarity from the malfested woman; was Soul Edge worth all of this?
‘Nevermind any of that. This is your chance, you’re not losing it.’ Patroklos berated himself mentally.
Tira was knocked back by the sudden attack, but she was still able to block it. Being pushed down into a crouch, she pulled her ringblade behind her and swung it forwards, slashing at Patroklos’s knees. Pushing him back a bit, she took it slow.
Usually, she didn’t care much for easy fights. Observing this boy so far indicated he wasn’t one to think too hard of himself while dealing with malfested. He just fought. And Tira’s manipulation of his family just fueled his anger. But she couldn’t pass up an oppurtunity to aggrivate this one further. His outrage was her pleasure!
“Ya know,” Tira spit out, once again holding her weapon aloft. “Pyrrha doesn’t quite know much about you yet.” Her face suddenly grew a malicious smirk and her voice became low and edgy. “If I were to kill you now, there’d be nothing standing in my way! She’d have no one to go to, and there’d be no one to save her. She could be my slave FOREVER!” Thrown into the idea, Tira rushed toward Patroklos, ringblade spinning.
#I'M SO SORRY #I went a week without responding! #been so busy #and a bit stuck to be honest #but I'm back ^^'
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“I have every right to be and the only pawn here is you! You took my sister from me and for what?! Some stupid cursed sword!” Patroklos hissed.
Words weren’t cutting it, they never did with people like Tira. Then again, she wasn’t even human. She was malfested, a plague upon this land that had no business here. As vile as she was, she was the only link to his sister. If he had to, he’d beat it out of her.
“Give me back my sister!” he demanded yet again, running toward Tira with his sword drawn. He wanted blood, her blood. He wouldn’t stop until she told him where Pyrrha was, and when she did, he’d end her.
Yes, Patroklos.
Tira, watching with content as Patroklos snapped, sidestepped his charge. “You clearly don’t understand!” She began again, talking to him as if he were a small, clueless child. “Pyrrha is the true wielder of Soul Edge! Unlike that sad excuse of an azure knight.” She turned her head and mumbled “And he calls himself Nightmare,” sarcastically under her breath.
“Anywho~” Tira sighed, raising her head once again to Patroklos. “Nightmare’s doing me no good, and I can’t possibly wield Soul Edge myself! That’s where your sister comes in. I need her, and you aren’t going to take her away from me just yet,” She said, pulling her ringblade up in front of her.
“Come on, show me what’cha got!”
#(Feel free to knock her down but Tira's gotta stay intimidating!) #(In the beginning at least)
How dare she make the assumption he’s never cared about his sister?! He’s spent most of his life wondering where she was…because Tira had taken her from their family. If Tira hadn’t come anywhere near them, his mother would be alive and his sister would be home. Patroklos would get no rest until Tira’s corpse had been laying in front of him.
“Where is she, you filthy malfested?!” he hissed in demand, fingers gripping the hilt of the Stigma Sword tightly, “ANSWER ME!”
Patroklos could have asked any other questions—why she felt the need to kill his mother, why Pyrrha of all people—but he could only see red, the urge—no, the need—to get rid of Tira running high. She was nothing more than a demon who pined for Soul Edge, a pawn at best. No one would care if he killed her, she’d be one less problem.
“Quite vindictive, aren’t we?” Tira mocked, noting his anger. She was surprised. After being separated from his sister for years, knowing she’s been used this entire time, knowing Tira had been responsible for his mother’s death, he didn’t break into a blinded onslaught of raging attacks.
What? Are you afraid?!
Tira’s gloomy side, only present inside her head for the time being, was almost insulted. It was like he had the smallest hint of distress behind all that animosity. If she was gonna get Pyrrha’s revenge seeking sibling, she at least wanted a challenge!
“Well, why would I tell you where Pyrrha is? She’s been such an obedient pawn. You’d just take her away from me!” Her voice was still high and playful as she pouted and crossed her arms, taunting her pursuer.
[[OOC: I figured it worked best since Natsu needed the assistance, and Patroklos and Tira need to clash in an RP anyway~]]
The burning town had been the first sign that spurred Patroklos to move along in aforementioned direction. As he dashed through the plumes of smoke and past the already fleeing townspeople. This town’s been ransacked and the obvious culprits were the malfested.
The mere thought of those vile creatures running rampant set Patroklos on edge and forced him to glare ahead. He skidded to a stop in one of the clearings, noting a blonde-haired girl who looked visibly tired and then another woman with multi-colored pigtails, tattered clothes and…
‘A ringblade!’ he thought.
It was her, the malfested he had been looking for for so long. She was the one that took his sister, the one that killed his mother. He spent four years under the service of Graf Dumas, four years of looking for her and only her, disposing of any malfested that stood in his path on his search. Out of all the demons he’d cut down, she was the one he wanted to kill.
“You!” he hissed.
Hearing the outburst, Tira immediately turned her attention away from the tattered ninja in front of her, paying more attention to the tall, blond, familiar looking man on the other side of the common.
“Ohohoho!” She blurted. “Looks like little Patroklos has finally turned up!” Tucking the shard of Soul Edge away, she continued past Natsu, knowing she was too tired to follow up with an attack unnoticed. A smile grew across her face as she saw the look of pure hatred and malice upon the man. “I’ve been waiting for you. I was wondering when you would finally start to care about your sister. Poor little Pyrrha.”
There was a bounce in her step. Tira truly enjoyed the response she anticipated from this hothead. She didn’t tear apart his family for nothing!
Get mad, Patroklos! I dare you.
#NEW CHALLENGER #Challenge accepted #C'mon Patty! Show me what'cha got!
Oh, isn’t it just LOVELY?
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