Rise

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Alone, ambushed., taken.

Everyone's story sounds similar. They were estranged or simply had no one. Living on their own or on the streets. Bad relationships with family and friends. People who were easy to take without gaining attention. That's who he took. Him. The demon, Zepar.

Isolated, ignored, starved.

That's how it was for days. Each stolen person in a different, empty brick room. There were no doors nor windows. No escape. It must have seem as if they were taken just to die here. But at that moment someone else is thrown into the room. "Fight. Only the winner survive," the demon said, his voice coming from nothing visible. Did you fight? Or just get lucky? Either way, you survived.

It continued like this for a few more days, each victory rewarded with food and water. Soon the people were replaced with Ghouls, zombie-like beings. You fought those, too. And you're still here.

A month of captivity passes before you see it. A metal canteen, the same which your well-earned water came in. However it's no such thing. Drinking this burns. It tastes like ash, though still a liquid. If you spit it out you'd see something black. It looked like blood...

You get nothing else from your victories. If you want to continue living you have no choice. Drink or perish. Besides...the taste seems to be growing on you.

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Welcome to Zepar's clan. We welcome you to the group and hope you can enjoy yourselves here. There is no escape, after all. After a few months of training and preparation you are finally ready to meet your fellow clan members. I hope you all get along. You're family now. So please be on your best manners. You wouldn't want to make a bad first impression on your new family members, right?

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• rules
• demons
• side effects
• bestiary
• demon hierarchy
• eating souls
• locations

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  ✧ The icons for the NPCs are clickable.
  ✧ It should go without saying that godmodding is not allowed.
  ✧ Same for having your character know things they couldn't have possibly learned any other way than breaking the fourth wall.
  ✧ You can play a demon character, in the same clan as Zepar or not. These characters will be limited to four other than my own. (If you want to know more specifics please ask me about whatever it is. I left some stuff out on purpose but if you're playing a demon then I can tell you.)
  ✧ Mini events are allowed. Anything big has to be ran by me or at least told to me.
  ✧ There's no character limit at this time.
  ✧ And that's all. I'm hopeful nothing else will be needed but these can be edited. Not without a mention of it, though.
  ✧ Also, this is optional, but if you have skype add me (variaprince) for RP related things. Otherwise I can just send you a message. Either way works though.
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  ✧ Demons come in all shape and sizes. It's often said, however, that the strongest resemble humans. There are exceptions to this saying though. And demons tend to look more human-like while they're in the human realm meaning their appearance changes as they travel between realms.
  ✧ Demon blood can be highly addictive. How strong the addiction is depends on the person's will. However no matter how strong they are there has not been a single case where withdrawal wasn't fatal. Stronger ones can last longer, sure. But not forever.
  ✧ That being said for some reason only humans with some kind of ability can drink demon blood. If anything else did it would die or be poisoned. And it acts like acid on most man-made things besides humans unless they have no abilities. (no, it won't work on anything in the compound. there's magic to prevent that. so they can't use it to escape or anything.)
  ✧ Demons are typically very prideful about their horns. There's bit of racism to demons without. And the prettier and stronger the horns are the more powerful other demons think they are. This isn't actually true however.
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  ✧ Drinking demon blood has a lot of side effects, both good and bad. Or neither. How much and how fast the changes are depends on the intake.
  ✧ Humans drinking demon blood will have some minor appearance changes. No they won't grow horns or anything (that could only happen if they infuse with a demon or familiar) however their eyes might change color whenever they use their powers or drink a lot, the color depending on the demon's eye color whose blood they drank (possibilities: gold, red (varying shades) and white.) They also get stronger and faster. How much so depends on their build (weak people won't suddenly be able to throw a ton but those who work out might).
  ✧ Depending how much one drinks the cravings will change. If they drink a lot and often they might need a constant supply. Otherwise it's only every now and then. Also the more the take the less and less they will want normal human food and drinks.
  ✧ Withdrawal is extremely painful. At first it only feels like a bad case of the flu but as it progresses the person going through it will find it hard to even move due to crippling pain. Blindness could even occur during it (it typically goes away once they start again but there's been cases where it didn't) and the other senses can also dull.
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  ✧ Ghouls: Though they have human figures they have very few things that humans do, such as organs, hair and the ability to talk or think. They're zombies basically, with their only goal being to hunt other living things.
  ✧ Familiars: Are typically animals, mythical and average ones. Are summoned from spirit realms and enter a contract with whoever summoned them. Some can speak, but not all. (Limited to demons only at the start. May change. Also just an optional part of the story.)
  ✧ More to come.
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  ✧ Sins: As everyone knows there are seven deadly sins personified in demons. These are like royalty in Hell and the strongest of them all. Luckily they are normally on good terms or at least don't look for a fight because even in Hell a fight between any one of them could be devastating. They're also trapped, barred from entering the human world. (Cannot be app'd without permission.)
  ✧ Hell Knights: Servants of the Sins. They have no real personalities to speak of so some call them puppets. They're slow and have dulled senses however once they are assigned a target they never stop coming after it. There's also no records of anyone ever being able to stop one before. (Each Sin has from 1 to 13 known Hell Knights under their command.)
  ✧ Demon Lords: (Typically elemental demons; Fire & Water being opposites. Then Wind & Earth.) With each lord commanding an army of demons they are a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention each has their own unique abilities and weapons at their disposal. Though few stray from Hell as they're constantly battling for territory and soldiers there. However Zepar did, deciding to try a new way to find numbers for his troops.
  ✧ Common Demons: Ranging from those who look like humans to those who could never take human form. These tend to be servants to other demons as they try to work up their way up ranks and gain power and followers.
  ✧ Lesser Demons: Never in human form and are very small. Goblins, imps, and the like. They're normally tricksters and often looked down on by other demons.
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  ✧ Something humans and most beings cannot do but demons rely on. It's not only their food but their source of power. The more they eat the more abilities they can obtain. However that's to say if they're able to eat a lot. Typically demons have limits. Lesser demons cannot eat even one while Sins can eat countless. Lords typically have the power of 10-100 at a given time and common demons can handle up to twenty, if they're lucky/strong. No one knows about Hell Knights.
  ✧ But just because a demon eats a soul of another who could control fire doesn't mean they will be able to do the same. First they have to be compatible with that power, otherwise it's just an energy boost, one that burns up quickly at that (unintentional pun). And even if they are compatible the power can only last for as long as the soul remains within them. Using their power burns it up so they're limited and temporary supplies.
  ✧ As souls are so valuable they are kind of a currency in Hell and even in the human realm. Both demons and non-demons will trade, sell and buy with souls. This is blackmarket stuff in most places but some areas in our realm accepts soul trading as a legal act.
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  ✧ Zepar has taken refuge in a town that was abandoned after the gold rush. It's in the middle of nowhere with thick woods all around and magical charms that both prevent outsiders from finding it and hold the clan members inside.
  ✧ An old compound is the base for his clan. It still looks rundown on the outside but the inside is nice and clean, a place where most wouldn't mind living in.
  ✧ Under the compound is a system of tunnels where the brick rooms where the new clan members found themselves starting off and will be living in until they have earned Zepar's trust (they're no longer stuck there all day however they're always watched still + how long it took to first leave the room is up to how strong they are but one month minimum).

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Humans

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Ability: (started off as something latent so they don't have amazing control and it can be anything like being a medium, having some visions of the future (remember: the future is always changing and thats a tricky power), sharp senses. things you hear stories about you know? they may gain some depending on events and what they do)

Demons

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Class: (refer to demon hierarchy)

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• morrigan
• cstar
• machina
• twilightblader
• moksha

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  Name: Mary Summers
  Age: 19
  Appearance: blonde
  Ability: Improved healing
  
  Name: 'Annabel'
  Age: Alive at least since salem witch trials
  Appearance: x
  Class: Common
  
  i miss ps
  
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  Name: Jin Strahl
  Age: 21
  Appearance: here
  Ability: Enhanced Eyesight (Sees details clearer, can see in the dark, good peripheral vision, that kind of stuff)
  
  Name: Xishai
  Age: Unknown
  Appearance: here
  Class: Common Demon
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  Name: Isebrand
  Age: Alive before the First Crusade
  Appearance: Here
  Class: Demon Lord
  
  Name: Henry Egon
  Age: 21
  Appearance:Here
  Ability: Astral Projection
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  Name: Zeiken
  Age: Unknown
  Appearance: Ω
  Class: Sin of Pride
  
  Name: Wallace Miles
  Age: 23
  Appearance: Σ
  Ability: Enhanced Hearing
• 
  Name: Vallen
  Age: Unknown
  Appearance: O
  Class: Sin of Wrath
  
  Name: Sieg Raave
  Age: 18
  Appearance: O
  Ability: Spirit Seeing

 

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

God dammit...

Jin was sitting in the corner of his cell. Or whatever he felt like calling it that day. At first he thought of it like a jail cell but after a while he found out it was way worse than any jail cell he had the pleasure of being in. Hell he'd take the prison cell over this joint any day. At least there he didn't cheat death every ten or so minutes.

It isn't ten, don't be overdramatic. It's more like... like... what was I thinking of last...
Dammit, this is when I need my Adderall.

The man held his canteen of... shit. Or whatever they were trying to get him to drink. It sure as hell didn't taste like any alcohol he'd had. And he'd had some pretty disgusting mixes in his day. He'd do anything just to have some normal water, since he was barely drinking this stuff. He wasn't stupid and knew it was keeping him alive, but he wasn't about to be slowly poisoned by whatever these freaks were trying to get into his system.

Or maybe he was. He was still dripping drops of it into his mouth whenever he could stomach it.

The red-haired man placed his fingers again in a pinch into the canteen, he let it drip a couple of times until the drips became slow. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth and let the drop fall onto his tongue. He let out a quick cough before letting a couple more drops drip in. He gave up after five drops and closed the canteen. On day one of this liquid he would have rubbed his tongue with his sleeve or something to get the taste out. He at least knew that wouldn't work anymore.

Jin saw something shift in the corner and quickly turned. It was just his shadow. But he was understandably paranoid when it came to that corner. That particular corner was where the door was and his fights would come in.

I miss my guitar.

And he truly did, every now and again he would unconsciously fiddle his fingers in a strumming pattern. If he wasn't getting kicked out by an ex that labeled him a freeloader, or drinking his thoughts away, he was usually playing his guitar on some corner somewhere. Where was he last... Providence, Rhode Island? Hell if he knew, he just remembered getting enough to try and leave town but missed his bus. He'd fallen asleep in an alley with his guitar by his side, but woke up to being attacked and dragged out of there.

No one noticed, no one cared.

And now he was in some sort of unexplained death row. Not dead, but he sure didn't feel like he was living.

Jin opened the canteen, and repeated the dripping process once more.

Drip

Drip

Ugh this is fucking awful.​

 

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So...cold... Yet somehow burning too. The girl just couldn't stop shaking, not knowing how she felt. Besides this morning it had been days since drinking that...stuff they gave them. She just wanted to go on without ever touching the canteen again or die. But it didn't seem like her will was strong enough.

Welcome to Zepar's clan. We welcome you to the group and hope you can enjoy yourselves here.

Yesterday the female demon spoke these words to them. And while she did so they got to see the outside world once again. How long had it been? It felt like...years. But she was sure it was only a month or two.

"Months?" Mary's voice shook. Time didn't make sense here. It at least made sense before all this, even if she counted the days for nothing. That was her one good trait, to always know the date and time. Even without a watch. People were impressed... At least when she still interacted with them. After getting fired from her last job there were less and less interactions. She wanted a fresh start so she left her home in Maine and headed to New York. Now she was here.

There is no escape, after all. After a few months of training and preparation you are finally ready to meet your fellow clan members.

Training? Ah...the fighting, she assumed. She barely scraped by. Why, she was sure the only reason she made it at all was because of her healing. In fact she tried letting the other person win during her first fight but that didn't work... The penalty for not trying was hard to bare too. No food or drink... Plus the lights were turned off. She never feared the dark before that.

I hope you all get along.

Unsteady gazes passed by the lot. How did one get along with others, again? She wasn't sure... She did enjoy the light, though. Even as it burned her eyes.

That day was spent just attempted - and failed - interactions and some laps around the compound (a old boot camp sort of place, Mary thought). It was nice, moving her legs again. However it was hard; she managed only one and a half lap. Embarrassing, really. She lost her strength...

"Embarrassed?" What an odd thing to be worried about now. The only use it proved was a distraction from the pain rising in her chest. Breathing was so hard...

That distraction was soon tossed aside though, the door on the opposite end opening. Instantly the female started forcing quick breathes and raised to her feet, shakily. Weakly. She waited. And waited. Expecting the next monster or crazed fighter to enter. But when none did she remembered this is what happened yesterday. It was the sign to walk out, right? So she did so, slowly and carefully.

Out in the hall it seemed like a few others were also exiting their rooms. There was nowhere else to go but around the corner then up the stairs, which led to a small, empty barn. Outside was dark this time. The sun hadn't risen above the horizon yet. There was a strong chill, signs of frost on the grass below. Fences off in the distances, few other buildings throughout the place, and her. Lilim. Smiling. Waiting for everyone to exit the barn.

And Mary's first thought was just the hope of not having to run again.

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Solitude. Some people aren't too fond of being alone for extended period of times. They begin to grow desperate without anyone to talk and quite possibly could gradually descend into madness. Those are the kinds of people that wouldn't last long in the current situation that Sieg is in. However, Sieg himself was used to being in area of nothing but silence so that much was nothing for him.

Sitting with his back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest, the young boy contemplated over everything that he's been force to go through. His eyes looked towards the canteen that was closely by his side. The sight of it had at first caused him to think back on what he had to do obtain it. Some of the few friends that he actually had often joked about how he could probably handle himself in a fight since he was always quiet. Sieg never believed them since he wasn't the type to get into fights with other people. Yet here he was, surviving because he had no choice but to fight.

It would've been somewhat more bearable if what was in the canteen was actually water. Hell even how it burned his throat would've been somewhat more tolerable if it was just water that he was given, but the ones who brought him here weren't kind enough to do such a thing. The canteen was filled with something similar to blood and he had little choice but to drink it. If he didn't then his chances of survival just might take a decline.

He reached his hand out to grab it as a faint light in the distance caught his attention. It was as if someone was opening a door in the distance. As doubtful as Sieg was, the light beckoned him forward, so he used the wall to help him stand before moving towards said light. Being outside had granted him with some disappointment that the sun wasn't out just yet.

Navigating through the darkness as carefully as he could, Sieg had eventually found himself standing in a more open area. Aside from the cold chill there were numerous familiar things that he could make out around him. Then he noticed another person, a girl to be specific, and Lilim. Upon seeing her All Sieg could hope was that things weren't going to get worse for them.

 

How long had it been since he had been drawn into this hellhole? Time had gone by but at this point Wallace hadn't been keeping count of the days that had gone past. It wasn't something that he really cared to think about nor ever really thought of as for him there was no point at moment. In this place it was as if it was a fantasy land, a nightmarish fantasy in which one could never imagine truly happening to oneself.

To fight to live, that was what they had to do to survive. He fought and fought but at the same time he learned something about himself that he had never learned before. His eyesight was not the greatest and he always wore his glasses. Sure he could still see without them, there was something more reliable than his eyes, even with the aid of his glasses. His sense of hearing was immense, allowing him to of survived so long in this battlefield. Did his captors have something to do with this? He did not feel that they simply captured him just because he was special. Perhaps they merely kept him because he survive for so long.

He rarely kept his eyes opened as he focused more on his ears. It was dark most of the time so there really was no true need to have them opened. Fight and rest in darkness, that is all that seemed to be his fate in this mad place, but he'd accept that fate. He was afraid, but he was interested in just why he was here and just who these people were as well as their desire and purpose. If this enhanced sense of hearing was something he got due to this then was it possible to awaken something even further? was this the limit? he desired to know. Perhaps that disgusting drink that he was given was probably something that affected this.

The sound of a door opening was caught and Wallace sat up, eyes still remaining closed. He expected to hear the sound of somebody entering but instead he heard the opposite. Instead he heard the sound of footsteps leaving. It was odd and it caused Wallace to open up his eyes, blessing his eyes with the scene of light. He rose up and decided to exit out, deciding to investigate the scene.

Walking out and up the stairs, he entered into what seemed to be an empty barn. He glanced over at the few people that had gotten there before him, but his focus was on the one woman, the woman named Lilim. He stared at her and closed his eyes, awaiting for the others that were to arrive. This was sure to be an important meeting and Wallace was curious.

 

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Mary grabbed her sleeves, hugging herself in a way as people came out into the barn. She could not stop shaking still. Man, she wished the others did not get to see her like this. Who were they? Why did they look less bothered by everything than she did? Was it just a facade? God, she wanted them to go away. But she also wanted to befriend them and think of an escape together.

She just wanted to leave.

"Good day," Lilim spoke, drawing Mary's attention. Lilim's tone was cold as ice and sharp as a blade that could slice an arm off with ease. She was deadly looking and terrifying. However Mary still could not help but to consider her an attractive being as well.

Danger draws people in? Something like that.

"I believe the five of you will be assigned in a team. I hope you can all get to know each other and work well together. To test that we will give you today to freely explore this possibility." Freely. Mary had to hold back a snort upon hearing this. "But first, I wish for you all to consider a few questions. Question One, why do you think you are here? Two, what do you aspire to be? And three, what do you fear most? There is no need to answer out loud. Think. Consider."

Well, that was weird. Why would demons care to ask them anything? She did not get long to debate this as Lilim moved to open the barn doors and ordered for them to follow. They were led to an open field where Zepar could be seen a little ways off and Lilim turned to face them once again.

"However before you can get along I believe you all will need to see what each other one is capable of. The fastest way to do this is to fight. And though this will be a friendly spar I will not stop any of you if you decide to go in for the kill. Whoever does best will be allowed to sleep in a soft bed tonight."

"W-what..." Mary weakly stuttered, surprised by this sudden turn of events. She then looked out to the other four, unsure if they were taking this seriously or not. Would one of them attack her? She was obviously the weakest right now. Please... She did not wish to fight today.

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As more and more people had arrived to where they were taken Sieg couldn't help but to look around at the new comers. It was fairly obvious that they'd likely gone through the same thing that he'd gone through. All of the killing, drinking that weird substance, the works. Despite knowing or rather being able to figure out all that, he still couldn't hide the surprised look on his face.

"I believe the five of you will be assigned in a team. I hope you can all get to know each other and work well together. To test that we will give you today to freely explore this possibility."

Like they were given much of a choice. Who knows what would happen if they choose to refuse. Probably nothing that was worth it at all.

Question One, why do you think you are here?

Cause you forced us here, why else? Honestly at this point Sieg doubted that there was some alternative motive behind their reason, but he's been wrong before. That didn't change how he felt about the question.

Two, what do you aspire to be?

This actually puzzled Sieg somewhat. He was one of those guys who never gave much thought into what he wanted to be in the future. He'd much prefer to deal with it when the time came and not spend so much time dealing with it before hand. It wasn't the best of strategies to go about, but it has worked for him all these years so there was no point of changing his strategy now.

And three, what do you fear most?

Yet another question that Sieg didn't know how to respond to. Why would a demon care about what they fe- unless they were planning on using these fears against them. It could be their back up plan in the event they needed to remind them who was in charge. His time to speculate meanings was cut short as how they had to follow behind Lilith to another room. This one they could see Zepar in the distance.

Litih had started speaking once more and for a second there, Sieg almost believed that the least of their troubles were over. Yet when she mentioned the words "friendly spar" his hopes were quickly dashed. She was bribing them into fighting each other and he really didn't want to do that. He wasn't the only one who felt like that, but that left the other three and who knows just how they'd respond or would he be able to handle himself should one of them decide to fight him.

 

The group was brought out to a barn and given a lovely comforting speech. Or at least as comfortable as an acid bath. Not that he knew what an acid bath felt like but that was beside the point. Jin listened to their speaker and the questions rolled around with him humoring himself and actually pondering them.

Why am I here? I'm disposable. No one's gonna miss me if I'm dead.

What do I aspire to be? Hell if I know, at the very least I don't want to be a corpse.

What do I fear the most? Well it certainly isn't anything you people can do to me.

The speech ended with the speaker bringing them somewhere else and planting them with the idea of a friendly spar. Jin noticed immediately the dislike of the idea on Mary and Seig's faces, although he wasn't sure if they were trying to be subtle about it. He didn't bother to look at more of them because he already knew the majority didn't want to fight. Himself included.

But a soft bed would be really nice. When was the last time I had a soft bed?

He wasn't sure if that was a signal to start or not, but Jin's whole fight strategy was taking people by surprise. He wasn't sure if he'd last if he had to wait for permission from someone else and have a full advantage spar. Hell he didn't think these freaks cared anyway. They didn't even mind the notion of someone dying.

Jin didn't want to kill anyone though.

Keeping a face of disinterest towards the notion of fighting, Jin's eyes scanned the other four to see who was the strongest. He couldn't tell based on appearance alone, so he went with who appeared to be the oldest. And that was appeared to be Wallace. He analyzed the man's posture and tried to look for weak points in it before he was settled.

Jin took a step forward and spoke towards Lilim and spoke, "Look, all we've done is fight. I don't know about all of us, but many of us are tired of fighti- ah fuck it."

Without skipping a beat, Jin turned around and grabbed a hold of Wallace and moved his leg in a kick to try and knock Wallace to the ground.​

 

A fearful and truly dangerous woman to be sure, Wallace could tell she was quite the beauty in his eyes, but beauty could be a dangerous thing and the eyes could fool a person quite easily. Wallace merely closed his eyes and placed his hand in his pockets as he listened to the woman speak to them in the calm tone she used, a tone that would usually bring chills to a person. Wallace listened hoping that he would gain some form of answer, but as usual it was given in the cryptic and useless way.

They had some form of use for them in this place, that was what Wallace knew. Whether they were pawns to be used or mere trash to them was something he was unsure of, but for now there was some form of use, no matter how small and insignificant it was. Perhaps this may keep them alive, but for how long? He had no aspirations for this place other than to survive. Even with that he was unafraid of dying, but he still held the desire to do something significant before that time came. He could not say he was without fear, but he knew that those fears may show themselves to him during his time with the woman and her leader.

Let her take advantage of him, he really did not mind. In order to keep himself alive he needed to kill, to take away lives to survive. No matter what, even if it was for self defence, he was still a murdered. But even so, he killed those people for a reason and to die so easily, it would spit on that reason. It wasn't for a feeling of justification, just to tell him that that meaning, no matter how selfish it was, was something that held some meaning to him. He did not wish to kill anymore and even if he managed to escape, he would dedicate the rest of his life towards others and toss away the selfishness he indulged in currently.

The people all around him were his group now. He doubted he had to kill them, albiet if things changed. This pleased Wallace a great deal, but they were all murderers like himself and he couldn't say he could lower his guard around them. They knew how to take a life and perhaps they would be fuelled by their selfishness as well. A soft bed was something that seemed like such a wonderful idea, but Wallace could careless about that, he'd rather give the bed to the frail looking girl if anything. He did not wish to battle them, but if they were to work together then Lilim was right to say they needed to get to know each other. To know how each other fought was something that could only benefit one another.

Eyes still closed, Wallace suddenly took notice of somebody taking a step forward and listened to the person speak. The male spoke in a casual and seemingly tired tone, but in a very instant that tone changed and Wallace was instantly on guard. He listened to movements towards him and immediately opened his dull eyes as he was grabbed by the red haired man. Immediately he pulled his hands in his pockets, reaching out and grabbing his foe's arm tightly to hold his stance. As the sweep to his legs occurred, Wallace immediately sent his knee upwards attempting to hit the gut.

 

Jin took the gut hit pretty well considering. He made a grunt from the pain before he forced himself forward. Since his opponent had a hold on his arms, there wasn't much he could do with them until he knocked the guy over.His eyes scanned around the terrain to see if there were any low points that would give him an upper hand. When he felt he found a spot he used as much force as he could to push Wallace back.

Unsure of how far he managed to go, Jin put full force into stomping on Wallace's foot and pushed at the same time, hoping to get him off balance again.​

 

He wouldn't let the man stagger, Wallace kept his grip tight upon his opponents arms, attempting to hold a advantageous position. Despite this however, Wallace was mistaken to believe that Jin would move back from the blow and instead moved forward. His eyes widened by the sudden force forward, but his eyes returned back to their calm and dull state.

There was no resistance as he was pushed backward, instead he willingly moved backwards. With his grip still tight on the arms, Wallace arced his back slightly attempting to roll backwards once they hit the ground. Once Wallace fell back and his back hit the ground, Wallace attempted to roll back with the force of the fall and push Jin off of him by kicking and pushing with his hands, attempting to get some space.

 

He thought he'd made at least progress when he'd gotten Wallace on the ground, but he seemed to have a tactic to it. When Jin motioned to just start punching his face in, Wallace kicked and pushed him with his hands, which this time did indeed cause Jin to be pushed back a couple of feet. He held his stomach where the kick had been placed for a moment and quickly examined the area.

They were in a field after all, what better resources could there be than objects in a field?

Jin saw a couple of larger rocks and picked them up. Jin waiting a moment for Wallace to move before he threw the one of the rocks as hard as he could at Wallace's head.​

 

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While Sieg had been standing there waiting to see what would happen Jin had made the first move and made Wallace the target for his attack. Was he really about to kill someone over a chance to sleep on a bed. Yeah they had to kill other people to get this fair, but they weren't given much of a choice for that. They actually did have some kind of option of whether or not to fight this time. Despite all that Wallace was handling himself fairly well. Hopefully no one else would be killed in this mess.

 

A quick movement allowed Wallace to return back to his feet and attempt to face his opponent once more. He was doing well so far and he desired to keep up his momentum otherwise he would find himself at a disadvantage. There were still others watching an able to take advantage of the situation while he fought with Jin, but winning wasn't something Wallace cared form it was the experience that he found value in this. So long as there was no killing it was fine.

Quickly noticing Jin picking up some rocks, he young man immediately closed his eyes and dashed forward at Jin, his fist curled in a ball as he prepared himself to attack.