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Dan Heng ([personal profile] heng_like_a_dragon) wrote2037-09-02 11:43 am

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unreachableside: (☾ how i misunderstood)

[personal profile] unreachableside 2024-01-15 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[If Mara seems a touch distracted, surely he has good reason. His hands are trembling, as if there's an ornery blacksmith fighting him with all his might.

He throws a punch, but his fist finds nothing.]


Give him back? As if it were that easy!

[He zips past Dan Heng to pick up his sword, looking less and less put together as the fight drags on.]

His soul is MINE. Your karma, bound to his for eternity, means I shall claim you both!

[He brings his sword up, ignoring the blood pouring out of his broken skin so he can cleave the ground. As one would expect, the air pressure sends the earth exploding and a good chunk of rock in Dan Heng's direction as well.

Something becomes clear, then: Blade's body is resilient, but he's not nearly as strong as his past life. What makes Mara dangerous is what, precisely, he can do with his vessel's own life... as well as the lives of people who are weaker than he is.

Not waiting to see if his attack hit, he charges forward with more Wind-augmented strikes.]


I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.
unreachableside: (☾ only visits in dreams)

cw: blood lmao

[personal profile] unreachableside 2024-01-15 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He's beautiful and deadly, and for a moment Mara isn't sure whose thoughts those are, specifically. Then he gets a grip on himself, and ignores the flutter of fear. He's a demon. These are just... ants before him. That's all they ever were. Perhaps they are bolstered by gods, but he won't give up what's his.

He's just a touch too slow. He swings his blade and misses Dan Heng by an inch, while the spear strikes true. It pierces Mara's shoulder and sends him reeling.]


You—

[He struggles to rip himself free. His healing is slower than Dan Heng's, even though it's still freakishly fast. The blood pours down his suit in rivers. He pants hard, but that doesn't stop him from touching the wound with his left hand and inspecting his fingers.]

If you want your beloved so badly, then you'll have to pry his soul from his corpse.

[Maintaining eye contact despite his eerie lack of visible irises (or anything beyond the black sclera), he tilts his head back, and drips the blood from his gaping arm wound directly into his mouth.

Blood is his contract price. It only makes him stronger, feeding on the life of his victims. A freakish forked tongue licks excess blood off his lips and reddened teeth.]


Are you ready to walk through hell for your bride?

[He raises his blade. One more time, he slams the sword into the ground and sends another wall of dirt and force at the hidden dragon.

But this time, Mara flees in the complete opposite direction instead of pressing the attack. He's using that inhuman speed to put as much distance between himself and Dan Heng as possible. He has a tear in reality he intends to shape and mold to his own wishes.]