This Feels Familiar...

[manslut]

Characters: Reno, Grell, and possibly Aerith later on?
Location: In a forest by that lake thing.
Rating: UHHH. Probably R due to violence and Reno being Reno.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: After the incidents of this thread, Reno's absolutely livid and on the hunt to find Grell. It takes a lot to push his buttons, but somehow she found the worst one... the Hojo button.

To say that Reno was livid was the understatement of the century, his blood boiling in a way he hadn't felt since he was back home. No one had managed to get under his skin and hit his buttons this badly on this planet until now, particularly one of his worst buttons. The way Grell had spoke reminded him all too much of the way Hojo handled things, reminding him of all the experiments Hojo had done that he'd seen and ones he'd only heard tales of. Even if he hadn't been able to speak out against the crazed scientist back home, he had a chance now to stop something awful before it got out of control. Before someone innocent got caught up in it and changed into something they didn't want or lost their minds due to their brain fracturing and shutting down from the trauma of the change.

A low snarl managed to slip past his lips as he left his room, bright eyes searching and hunting for the information she'd given him. Red hair, cats, a chocobo. Those things made his life a lot easier on the hunt, really. But after some time he came up empty handed, no one of that description was in Garden that he could tell. He'd searched up and down the school, turning over the training center in the process to make sure he wasn't missing anything. In the process he'd let his anger get a hold of him, putting a particularly noticeable dent in a wall of the quad as well as taking quite a few marks of damage from the monsters in the center. But even with the scrapes, cuts, bruises, and even an open wound or two that caused blood to cake on his arm and face he didn't care. Did not care what-so-ever about the damages, he'd been in worse.

Finally he made his way outside, mag-rod already extended and attached to his left hand. He didn't give a single damn that he wasn't supposed to have it out in the surroundings, this was absolutely necessary. Body posture was nothing short of tense and ready to spring at a single moment's notice, eyes focused and colder than anyone had ever seen from him. The lake seemed like a likely place, but he avoided the majority of it, walking the perimeter between the lake and forest. He'd find her, a Turk never allowed their prey to get away from them.

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[redcinemareel]

The rustle of leaves could have easily be overlooked by Grell, but there was too much rustling. So, her hunter was already here? Grell gave no indication that she let on to this realization and simply continued to walk. She didn't bring her chainwhip, but she always had her precious DEATHSCYTHE with her, hidden in the cloak of whatever reapers used to conceal their weapons.

Grell was always careful in battle, fortunately.

[manslut]

At least she hadn't seen him, that was one point in his book. Not that his book existed or he actually had any points, but it was the purpose of the thing that mattered. Usually he would have brought some kind of miniature explosive to use in order to take his opponent off their guard and give him a nice distraction to use, but this time he was more in favor of the classic tactics.

Thus when he thought he had a good vantage he jumped from the branch he was on, readying his weapon in an attempt to use the taser part to give him some time leeway. The only problem, the electricity was pretty damn loud and with how high up he was, probably pretty obvious.

[redcinemareel]

Grell continued to walk until she heard the crackle of electricity so she paused, but she didn't move Not yet. She turned her head, and her grin was as sharp as ever. Even from this distance, she could see the rage in his eyes. It made them glitter and it fueled her excitement for this game. It was only that to her.

"Kinky~."

Once he got close enough for her position to be compromised (meaning she waited til she could almost feel that electricity, almost), she flicked out of sight for a brief moment. She'll return, of course. Nothing could keep her away.

[manslut]

To say that Reno expected her to not move would be lying, particularly when she could see him coming towards her. Thus a bit of confusion flickered across his features, even more of it popping up at her single word. What the hell was this woman's problem?

The confusion didn't stop there, though, the fact that she was gone in a moment made absolutely no sense to him. Luckily he was able to land on the ground with his hands and feet, quickly moving to stand again to not be caught off guard.

Ignoring the fact that the wristband he wore to keep his baton within hand's reach had broken, he took the moment to survey the area. Muscles remained tense, senses sharp and looking for any indication of a potential problem he'd have to sort out later. Hell, even with his jacket open he was starting to feel a bit more constricted than usual, he rarely ever trained with that piece of clothing on anymore.

[redcinemareel]

"So, you've made it this far." Grell stood to the right of him a few feet away, hand on a hip and body leaning to one side. "You're not all that quiet." She gazed at him and his weapon, trying to assess him. That rod looks like it could give her quite the shock of her afterlife. "Do you really think your little stick can do much?"

She began to walk towards him slowly, hand dropping to her side and itching to bring out her weapon.

[manslut]

His question would have to remain unanswered for the time being, attention flicking to her without a moment's hesitation. Shifting his stance just a bit to face her, hand tight on his weapon to the point of his knuckles turning white.

"Wasn't trying to be quiet," he replied, giving her a light bit of a snort. As for his weapon, well. "Heh. I have all the confidence in the damn world about this thing, not that I need to tell you that."

As for her moving closer, he remained where he was, ready to see just what was making her so cocky. Sure, the teleporting thing was neat, but it wouldn't save her in a battle.

[redcinemareel]

"No, you don't, but I appreciate the information nonetheless~!" Grell grinned before sprinting to an all out run towards him. She was faster than normal humans, but if Reno is well trained, then her speed would possibly be a challenge to him. She wasn't particularly trying to be quick, since he wasn't a demon like Sebastian, but she didn't want to be caught, either.

She brought out her DEATHSCYTHE, readying it for a quick swing to take off his head. Or at least an arm. She wondered if he would stupidly block the blow with his little toy.

[manslut]

Oh shit, of course he'd pick a fight with someone that has speed on their side, that's his luck. Luckily enough he's semi-used to dealing with those types of things, managing to at least duck out of the way. Scythes and his body parts are two things he's pretty damn sure do not go together in any good sort of way. Though his poor ponytail got a few inches cut off from it, not that he minds this when the other options are a lot worse.

There's a bit of hesitation from his movement, though he tries to recover quickly enough to thrust the baton at her knee. Hoping that the range will work to his advantage and, possibly, get him into a better situation by taking her speed down a few notches.

But, of course, subtlety isn't his forte in this matter.

[redcinemareel]

Grell had to hand it to him, he was quick when it came to survival. Then again, most humans were when their instincts kicked in. Those few hairs that he did lose floated in the air slowly. If she could take the time to enjoy that sight, she would, but she had a battle to win.

That hesitation worked to her advantage as she somersaulted over him, turning quickly to swing her leg for a roundhouse kick towards his shoulder before she would land onto the ground. Not wanting to permanently break her play toy too soon, she didn't put her full strength into the kick. Only enough to make him realize that he's in over his head.

[manslut]

Good thing for him that his reflexes in general were pretty quick, though that came with years of training and trying not to get killed by various different people and weaponry. Though, he had to admit, this was a bit of a new one to him. The range was a problem, the fact it could take off a body part easily was also quite a bit of a problem for him. A learning experience, but only if he didn't get himself killed or crippled for life, which was beginning to look like a slimmer possibility than was comforting.

With speed he should have expected agility, they sort of went hand-in-hand when one logically thought about it. His focus turned to try and watch where she was going, thus putting him off-guard enough for that kick to make contact. Even without full force he was forced back a bit, landing on his face, not the best of situations for him, he'd admit. And, despite the pain in his shoulder, he tried to squirm about to get to his feet again. Luckily, if it mattered to Grell anymore, he had dropped his weapon due to the shock and reflex of trying to catch himself.

"... Shit," was all he could manage to get out, already making plans to figure out how to turn this situation around or get the fuck out of the area.

[redcinemareel]

After landing on her feet after the blow she dealt, Grell looked to her opponent through tousled hair. This fight wasn't going to be much of a challenge for her, but it was still entertaining enough for her to continue. It had been a while since she had this much fun. If only she could you this pent up energy towards something a bit more lucrative. She grinned with sharp teeth, straightening her posture.

"What's wrong, little mouse~? Are my claws too SHARP?" She sighed in mock exasperation. "I do hope you're not done yet. I've yet to spill your blood upon my boots~!"

She held her weapon with both hands before leaping high into the air, intending to drop down quickly to impale her precious chainsaw into the other.

[manslut]

Why did he always pick these fights? This wasn't the first time he'd underestimated someone and ran head first into trouble, the fact that he did sort of drove him up a wall. Though as soon as she was jumping he was trying to climb into a tree to escape from her, but not fast enough to escape it completely. At least he'd managed to keep from getting impaled, though his left side took quite a beating. Enough for him to let go of the tree with a hissed curse.

It'd managed to take off a good few layers of skin along that side from shoulder down to his waist, along with the clothing that had been there. Reno could feel the blood already working to try and make that protective layer, but he was a sitting duck.

"Look, look," he hisses, holding his left arm close to the side of his body to keep it from moving. "Cut the shit, you know killin' anyone around here isn't going to solve shit. Do you really wanna get your ass kicked out of Garden for killin' me? For fuck's sakes, you got your blood."

[formerabyssinian]

Grell stopped in her tracks, listening to his words. All they made her do was roll her eyes. WIth a hand on her hip, she stood up straight, her chainsaw now leaning against her shoulder rather casually despite the weapon being dangerous.

"Who ever said anything about SOLVING things?" She was getting bored already, despite the rush she got from chasing him. "And you're not one to judge how much blood I require from my targets~!" She began walking towards him slowly, grinning sharply to Reno. "Now, are you going to fight back or not?"

[earthlychild]

"That's enough!"

A third voice cut in, its owner shoving her way through a few inconvenient bushes. Aerith used her staff as a vaulting pole to leap over the last few hedges, then jumped to Reno's side to assess the damage.

"We only draw blood from others at donation drives. Leave now, or I'll be submitting my report as a witness."

She shifted her staff in her hands, prepared to fight if needed. All Aerith needed was to create enough distance to properly focus on healing.

[fireinthebed]

Well, if ever there was a time that Reno was glad to see a healer, it was right then. A sigh of relief escaped him, clutching at his side still before plopping down on his knees to the ground as it was too much effort for him to keep standing anymore. Reno'd been hurt to this extent before, though it had been an entirely different situation as to why. Hell, he'd been holed up in a damn room for quite a while from all of that and it still bothered him to think about it.

"Thank who the hell ever," he muttered to himself, looking hazily between Aerith and the redhead for the moment. He was pretty sure that if Grell kept going that Aerith wouldn't be a match for her on a physical level, but she did have healing over her, he was sure. Though he didn't think much on it, already getting that feeling of light-headedness from the blood loss and just in general of his adrenaline wearing off.

"Nice to see ya, Aerith." He managed to get out finally, unable to hold back the almost forced laugh.

[earthlychild]

Aerith's frown remained firmly in place. She swung her staff up and cast her strongest healing spell---that would keep him from bleeding out for now, but he'd still need to be treated by hand.

She continued to watch Grell from the corner of her eye, as if daring the woman to keep it up now.