[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

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Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[He keeps hold of the broken wrist, fingers tight on the shattered bone to keep her attention and stop her getting at the fallen knife.]

Don't die?

[Why is she still attacking him, then?]

You can fight this, you don't want to do it.

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[ She only has so much control. She reaches and reaches for the knife, until the angle of her broken wrist hits a much more literal bundle of nerves that make her mind go blank with pain.

She lets out an agonized, feral growl and claws at his hand. Her nails are too chewed to do much damage, so for good measure she kicks at him too. Any hint of focus or restraint is gone from her movements now.

Kill. Kill the unbeliever, before he kills you. ]

[advanced]

[Even though Bucky doesn't want to kill her, there are far less compunctions about hurting her in defence of his own life. He knows that if he lost himself to the Soldier again, he would want his victims to fight him, to stop him. If she managed to kill him, that would likely weigh further on her than any injury to herself.

So he pivots backwards as she starts scrabbling at him, one foot coming up to kick her fiercely in the chest even as he keeps hold of her broken wrist. Perhaps he will break a rib this way, if his kick lands, but he's just trying to put her out of commission rather than go for a fatality.]

[spoileralert]

[ The sound that escapes her is shoved out of her lung by the force of that kick. It does succeed in making her stop scratching at him though - she grabs inside her belt for a shard of glass to stab at his wrist, hard.

Her next breath is agony, so she takes the opportunity to spit blood in his face. ]

--kill you, scum!

[advanced]

[He ignores the blood on his face, snarling at the pain in his wrist instead as the glass goes in deep. He's lucky that it only nicks the veins there, not enough to kill him, but the blood flows fast and thick. Worse, his hand goes semi numb and it's his only one.

Panic and adrenaline have him acting on instinct, much more vicious in his need to survive than he intended to be before. His head snaps towards hers in a headbutt, trying to knock her onto her back. If he succeeds, he'll stamp down on her throat in one swift, utterly merciless movement.]

[spoileralert]

[ She's focused on the glass, about to rip it out and stab again when the world goes white. She's vaguely aware when she hits the ground.

Then her neck is snapped like a deer's and she doesn't move again. ]