Sleepless (Grey)

[Nanashi]

Nanashi was in immense pain. Not only had Grey squeezed his burnt arm, but he had done so hard enough that it could very possibly have damaged the bone. One more thing for the medics to fix. But Grey hadn't stopped there. He had wrapped his arm around Nanashi's, causing further pain, and then elbowed and kicked him in the stomach again. The second of which had been so vicious that it had sent Nanashi flying to where he currently was: several feet away, on his back, panting hard, and coughing blood all over his face.

He tried to sit up without using his practically useless arms. No good. His stomach burned like hellfire when he tried, and he just ended up back on the ground again. He gingerly pushed up with his left arm, enduring the pain of the burns and the damaged bone, and managed to bring himself to a sitting position. Then, as quickly as possible, he stood up. Supporting his torso with his arms would be impossible, and his stomach muscles weren't a much better option. Nanashi had no idea why he was still conscious, and wasn't sure whether or not he was lucky for that.

"Will you concede, or shall I?"

Nanashi smirked.

"Id-"

Another coughing fit. After that had receded, several attempts to speak within it, Nanashi managed to finish his word, and the rest of what he was trying to say.

"Idiot. *Cough.* Given the choice, which would any- *Cough.* anyone choose? A victory or a defeat? *Cough.* And besides. I won't give up un- *Cough.* unless I could no longer move."

Nanashi had left his sword on the ground. His left arm was in no better condition than his right, and only people in manga could wield a sword in their mouth. If Grey didn't in fact concede, then Nanashi would just have to kick him.

OOC:
No mana used.
Remaining: 2.5
Status: Dislocated right shoulder. First and second degree burns on left hand and forearm. Slightly fractured left forearm. Viciously coughing up blood. Nosebleed.

[Grey]

Grey looked up and down his opponent once, observing the sorry state. Grey felt a snarling pride in the back of his mind, one telling him that the mortal whelp deserved to be beaten so deeply into the ground that no gravedigger would be need for the ensuing funeral, and he was tempted to give into that pride. But he wouldn't, he was stronger than that. He looked up and down his foe again, and found his first conclusion correct. There was no more fighting here.

"Very well then" He said, bowing his head ever so slightly to show his respect. "I withdraw, there is no more challenge for me here. Unless you wish to turn down my request, the fight ends here" Grey was impressed, but he had already shown that with his bow. He would wait to see the humans reaction, then he would resume his hunt. True, there where other methods of obtaining blood, but somehow everything felt better when you worked for it, or hunted, in this case

[Nanashi]

YES.

Nanashi, after all that very hard work, had succeeded in 'defeating' Grey. He knelt, picked up his sword, and placed one blade in it's sheath. The other simply protruded. There was nothing he could do about that, he could only break one of the pegs with his current amount of mana. Maybe it would be worthwhile to work on the efficiency of his spells.

Nanashi walked around and picked up all of his scrolls but his fire one. He didn't have enough mana to deactivate it, and it would be downright idiotic to grab a burning scroll. Still, who was going to steal it? It was around 11:15, maybe 11:20. Most people were asleep. The others would have to be scroll mages to be able to take, or even WANT to take the scroll.

Now, to get himself to somewhere where he very seriously needed to be: The recovery wing. Nanashi stalked off, both arms hanging limp at his sides.

OOC:
No mana used
Remaining: 0.25
Status: Bad.

Will make a recovery wing thread.