Oh, I planned on that. Are you ready for what I'M bringing though?
by Kevin McKain
Fuck you and your crypto-quote bullshit Requiem!
McKain was on the move, swift and hard. His feet slammed against the grassy hillside, pushing him along towards the Dark One- the one that had called him out here. Candice watched, her hands clenched for fear of what might happen here tonight. McKain closed in, and the Requiem braced for his charge, simply allowing him to attack. Kevin threw a stiff right arm, apparently attempting some sort of clothesline. TDR easily ducks under the attempted attack, and turns, as they face off once again. Somehow McKain has predicted this move, and spun full circle, landing a huge right hand that surprises even him. TDR simply turns his head at the shot, and takes a single step back. McKain is upbeat suddenly, full of hope, and swings again, striking his opponent. The cold air slowly chills his skin, but the adrenaline rush he has helps him warm up in his grey hoodie and blue jeans. He lifts his right foot, steel toe boot covering it, and launches a kick into the midsection of TDR. Again, he hits. The Requiem, however, seems less than pleased.
McKain, holding the higher ground by mere inches now, leaps towards his enemy, and looks to plant him on his back, and strike him while down, but The Dark Requiem has other plans!! As McKain nears, he grasps the GMs shoulders, and sidesteps enough to raise a knee and turn McKain, smashing his knee into the mans ribs!! Kevin grabs at his body, and curls into a ball as he flies down onto the ground and rolls several times. TDR rubs his face a moment, before walking after his opponent. Clearly, McKain will not lie down for this man, and truly means to end him here tonight.
No..!
A referee has slowly approached, but the GMs orders are heard, and he steps back again, knowing his interference is not wanted. Again, the Dark One stalks closer, his presence seemingly turning this place into a darker world, as if it being a graveyard hadnt made things terrifying enough. The open graves lined the area, and McKain scouted out the closest one, as he clutched at his ribcage, waiting on hands and knees for the Dark Requiem to attack. TDR swiftly closes in suddenly, and lifts a boot, catching McKain in the jaw. Kevin rolls again and again, and stops several feet later on his back. He lies motionless at first, until his feet shift a bit. His right arm reaches for his face, and he holds his jaw in his hand, his mouth filling with a bit of blood.
Annoyed, he tries to get up, but the last two shots were surprisingly hurtful