No no no. This is simply too pathetic. You are pathetic. To think you could be me.
Renquist only laughed again, it growing colder still. He seemed alive, thriving on this chaos, devouring it with relish.
Oh yes, her smile. So... you see her there. The long lost love, your only love. Aerynne in the face of another. What is it you hope to do you pathetic whelp? Make amends? Hope to bring back your past? Erase the memory?
Renquist's smile was sickening, his teeth dangerously sharp and only adding to the macabre spectacle.
It won't work. She will never love you my boy, she isn't capable. You... are more pathetic than she. Tell me I lie.
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Grayell closed his eyes again, the tears spilling upon his cheeks... but his face contorted, angered and tortured, desperately seeking to end this.
You... you have no right to utter her name. You didn't love her. You wouldn't say such a thing had you ever loved her. You're clutching at straws, looking for something... provoking me.
No, it's not that. You're pathetic. I won't ever have her back, I can't ever make amends. And you leave Margrett the f***k out of this, this is not her battle.
One last time.
SHUT.
THE F**K.
UP.
You won't win. You're nothing. You mean nothing and stand for less. You won't force me to fight you. I don't give a damn WHO you say you are. You're NOTHING LIKE ME.
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Renquist rose from the dirt now and with a sudden disinterested face, dusted himself off and walked to stand in front of Grayell. He nodded, then flourished a hand and bowed.
Very well then. Can't blame me for trying.
Renquist looked to his Brood brethren and sighed.
We are leaving. You will bring no harm to these people, unless provoked. We are done here. I have achieved what I came to do.
Grayell only stood silently, still shaken. His teeth hurt, his arms hurt, his gut was sick and he simply didn't want to be in this moment. But he said nothing.
Renquist clapped his hands but once and took a step... then two. He looked back at Grayell with a smile of satisfaction and only winked. He turned to face the road.
Oh. But one more thing. A small thing. Tell me this....
When she so casually f**ks another, do you picture your dead wife's face?
Nothing but something that had to be eradicated with sudden and extreme prejudice.
He was roaring, but he could not hear it.
His eyes were on fire, but he could not see.
His whole being shifted into his fist and with one god awful, inhuman lunge, Grayell lashed out with everything he had... more than he knew he had and intended to put his fist through Renquist's pretty white head.
Renquist snarled through his smile as the fist came in... and all the same it scraped his cheek as it whiffed by. His back leg shot out, caught Grayell in the gut with tremendous force and then hooked around, him dashing in with unerring speed and slamming a fist into the big man's gut. He twisted it a second, his other hand then arching up and snapping him in the head...
Grayell had lost wind with that kick, doubled only by the punch. But he snapped his head down, taking the punch to his forehead. The vampyre's knuckles cracked, shattered but it didn't register.
Grayell growled aloud as he then snapped a ridgehand into the vampyre's elbow, followed it with a punch to his kidney. His leg checked and he ducked in, under another savage blow and he stretched up, rocking Renquist's head back with an elbow to the jaw.
Renquist fell back but a few feet and Grayell switched feet... before throwing a feint to the head and ramming the insole of his foot into Ren's knee. It gave, though it snapped back a moment later and whilst Grayell might have contemplated the immortality of his opponent, now was not that time.
He stepped in again, hands closed to his head and then reached out to grab, his left hand shooting a savage blow for the sternum....
... which didn't connect. Renquist brought his own elbow in, his hand turning over and locking to Grayell's wrist. His head swung out and back as did his shoulders, his hand yanking Grayell forward - his front foot placed to trip the Commander.
As Grayell was brought forward with little control, Renquist slid in and shot an elbow into his side, rib's cracking in response. His hand then opened, slapped to the back of Grayell's head and pulled it back, fingers in his hair.
Let it out.
He sneered as he pulled Grayell's face down and met it with his knee, then pulling back again.
Don't fight it.
Another savage pull, another knee directly to the face.