[Fight Club] Old School (Pop/Para)

Oh my god. In between's Sid inappropriate sexual taunting in the crowd (he graduated from plowing Ardos' mouth and moved on to talk about plowing his ass somewhere along the fight) and Deith's inappropriate flirtation, Ardos felt like he'd be embarrassed if he wasn't angry.

Ardos was no stranger to getting stabbed, though it was usually with sharper knives and several people. His personal record was getting stabbed twenty eight times, by a rich drow Matron that sought vengeance for her daughter.

Again, experience didn't really make anything pleasant here. Ardos felt his skin pierce and break over and over again by the god fucking damn fancy pen from earlier, grunting almost every time it hit. He could see his blood flowing onto the pavement.

At least this brought Deith back to proximity. Ardos tried to grab at him with his arms but it was useless, and he was running out of energy fast.

Think, think, think, think...

"Take me out to dinner first." Ardos gathered his hands close to him and pressed both to the ground. With all the strength left in him, he pushed him and Deith off the ground and used it as an opportunity to roll into a sitting up position. He didn't waste time aiming a powerful kick to his gut.

...eight, nine, ten, elev--

Deith blinked. Yet again, he found himself on the ground, curled up tightly because of the pain in his stomach. Ardos has been hitting him there too frequently, and this time, he's having a hard time to move. He immediately hid his wings, because if he doesn't do it, Ardos might take the opportunity and grab it, or rip it.

"F-Fuck you, Ardos... Shit... this fucking hurts..."

His grip on the pen didn't loosen, though. He was still holding it with one hand, and knowing that it was his only weapon made him kept his grip tight.

Ardos attempted to get on his knees and he did succeed, but the blood loss and the back pain made him stagger a little. His chest rose and fell as he tried to regain his breath. Every part of his body was ringing and crying out in pain, but he wasn't going to allow it reprieve. He was going to win this, for his pride as a former mercenary squad captain if nothing else.

His anger had dissipated into cold, calculating focus. He recognized the feeling. It was how he got out of a giant monster's throat despite its acids attempting to take him alive. Somehow, Deith was harder to fight than that thing. He wondered if he was losing his touch.

Ardos raised a leg in front of him and used it to throw himself at Deith again, attempting to tackle him into the ground. He was planning on ending this once in for all.

But thankfully, Deith was able to roll away just in time to dodge his leg. He was breathing heavily, trying to keep the air coming. It was also easier for him to stand, because Ardos was still bleeding a river, and even though he can still move, Deith knew he was finally weaker. When he got the chance, he threw himself towards the drow, pinning him down again, this time on his bleeding back. He strangled him, and pushed him down against the ground, and he was not going to pull away whatever happens next. He was going to end it.

Ardos planned a chokehold for Deith, but this was actual, literal choking. That was fine. He could hold his breath for a long time, and while his back was screaming against the salt and asphalt, Ardos had the training to ignore the pain.

He couldn't do a push-up again, but at least his arms were loose. He punched Deith square on the crotch. Since there was no way he wouldn't react to that, he also punched Deith's joints where the upper arm and lower arm connected so his hold would break, at least enough to get his face closer.

If he stumbled forward, his mistake, his elbow would smash forward against his jaw so hard it would ring painfully in his head. If his fingers loosened, Ardos would use that as an opportunity to roll away. If nothing happened... well, he'd have to think of another plan.

Deith did feel the pain. He was a man, after all, and being hit on the crotch, he at least jumped and groaned in pain, his guard slightly loosened. So when Ardos hit his joint, he had to pull away, or else he'll fall right on top of him, which may lead to more awkward situations than getting his face elbowed.

"FUCK YOU ARDOS!" But as he let go, he instantly grabbed his fountain pen again and stabbed Ardos on the upper stomach.

Ardos found himself out of Deith's grasp, in a half-sitting half-standing position when Deith's pen found its way in his stomach again. It was painful, he had to admit, but as he pushed himself right back up he headbutted him straight to the jaw with enough force that it made him dizzy.

"Umph--!"

Deith had no escape on that. Being hit on the jaw, he was thrown to the floor on his back, and he was momentarily just... there... lying down, disoriented, head spinning, jaw hurting. "Fuck you Ardos..." he muttered as he tried to shake his head, but it was clear, he wouldn't be fast enough to dodge the next attacks.

Ardos scrambled to the ground when he knocked Deith out. He pulled him in what looked like a hug as he flipped him over to his stomach. The hug turned into a choke hold, with Ardos' upper body pinning Deith's torso and arm to the ground, and his arm wrapped around Deith's neck as he kept his blood from flowing to the rest of his body. "Give up."

"Kk... Uck.... Gghhh...." Deith regretted that one second pause. He so wanted to have another match with Tao, that was actually everything he was trying to win this for, and he felt like he was going to lose. Head spinning, breath losing, he had to think despite those. His hands balled into fists, in attempt to keep himself conscious. And then, with some of his remaining energy, he invaded Ardos' brain once again, by making it seem like he suddenly turned to mist and spread through the air. It was merely a distraction, and then Deith suddenly spread his wings, hitting Ardos on the face and torso with the bones and the black feathers.