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[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ It's trauma time! (event nsfw)
When ⬤ THE BLOOD RAIN BABY
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ TRAUMA!! BLOOD!! GORE!! VIOLENCE!! PTSD!! SEX!! BODY HORROR? This is a nsfw post for event stuff, so be warned

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[pitfight]

[ Beneath the ooze is something tangible. Andy's teeth clamp down and when she yanks back there's a tear. Thick blackgreen mud sloughs from the injury, splashing down onto the ground and uselessly against their feet. A roar, anguished, at the audacity of this woman to fucking bite it. Nishitani is half consumed and yet-- ]

[ Nishitani doesn't let go of Andy but he yanks her just a fraction closer, closer to his back, where-- ]

[ His tanto, he's always kept his tanto against the small of his back. ]

[killtime]

[ The ooze tastes acrid in her mouth, nearly strong enough to make even her gag. Turning her head to spit some of that shit out doesn't help much — and what damage she's managed to do hasn't stopped that writhing black mass. But she hasn't let go yet, still hanging on as if that's the only thing that matters. And maybe it's the only thing that does.

Her feet are so planted, her body so tensely braced that she almost resists Nishitani's pull by reflex — but she looks at him, consciously yielding, letting herself be tugged in closer. Then — then she can feel it. A handle. A weapon. Her fingers close around it and it feels like grasping a little hope. Her grip is strong, her eyes meeting his for one fleeting moment before she finally draws his tanto free —

The metal glints before she's plunging in into the sludge that encases him — over and over and over again, forcing the blade in to the hilt every time with relentless, murderous intent. ]

[pitfight]

[ Andy stabs for what feels like hours, again and again, but it's with this ceaseless, raw energy that she brings the nightmare to its knees. The nightmare snaps, this time in half, and with a final blow, a familiar city bleeds into the world around them, the nightmare, the demon, gone. ]

[ Nishitani opens his eyes, Andy on top of him, where the nightmare placed them, and lets out a long breath. ] Holy shit.

[killtime]

[ Her heart is threatening to burst out of her chest. Her fucking arm aches, her fist still clenched so tightly around the handle of his tanto that her her own nails threaten to cut into her palm. She's covered in sludge, chest heaving with the effort of catching her breath, eyes still a little too wild when she looks down at him underneath her.

A quiet huff of breath. Almost a laugh when she agrees breathlessly: ]

Holy shit.