[BATTLE] SINCLAIR VS KING

[lou]

ROUND 1
SINCLAIR VS. KING
BATTLE COMMENCE

[sinclair]

When had been the last time the smell of blood and the sounds of battle and death hadn't pervaded her every sense? Be it saving lives or ending them, the woman no longer knew the difference -- and, honestly, did it matter? Life was fleeting, ephemeral; whether or not she sewed broken bodies back together, it was inevitable that they would fall apart once more. Dead. Done. It didn't matter who pulled the trigger or swung the blade, or even if it was an accident or from old age. In the grand scheme of things, all beings would simply fade away into the darkness that was death and obscurity.

... Oh, how poetic.

Envy figured that it was just the stagnant sea air that was grating on her nerves. Deep, philosophical life-and-death reflections had no place in her mind. (She couldn't afford any distractions.) With a sigh, the woman glanced at the weapon in her hands. (It didn't matter who pulled the trigger.) Her orders were clear; to fight Nox. Easier said than done, but what else could she expect? (They just pointed her in the right direction.) There was no longer any particular loyalty to the faction, to the cause, or even to the war. Just ... death.

And she was doing it again, wasn't she? The woman lifted her gun and stood at the ready. There wasn't much to think about, really. It was just kill or be killed.

Simple as that.

[tristan]

a king alone on the field, young and naive, king stood. joker and ace were gone, his two closest friends. two of the only people he'd bother to befriend and keep close to. there were no words for any emotion coursing through king, as were the emotions of most of the soldiers on the battlefield. they had all lost someone dear to them, lux and nox both. he was tired of the fighting, tired of killing of losing of everything.

it was on a flygon's back that he flew through the skies, watching the battleground downstairs. watching the children of the earth fire weapons, creatures of nature breath jets of flame and energy, islands being damaged as every other battle in history. a mournful expression crossed his face, replacing the fierce rage he felt for the lux troops. there was a part of him that wished to obliterate the entire faction, while another part simply wanted the war to come to an end.

king flew lower, dismounting and glanced around. he was in a rather isolated area of the island, where the more violent fighting was a mere murmur of booms and screams from afar. he stroked the flygon's head, expressionless as he considered how to approach the situation. "it would be a shame if we died." king said louder, sighing. "perhaps ace and joker would be disappointed. let's just hope that no more people have to die, all right?"

naivete at its best, king spoke, fully aware that his flygon was eying something from behind him. perhaps today would be the day he died, or the day he killed for the first time. he would see soon.

[sinclair]

How brave.

Or foolish, really. (An argument could be made for either or, but the woman was of the opinion that bravery was foolishness.) She didn't know if the Flygon -- rather, the person on the Flygon -- was friend or foe; did it matter, at that point? No one had business on this part of the island any longer. She smoothly released her Weavile from his pokeball, the dark-type pokemon silently shadowing the soldier's footsteps.

There was the voice of a boy, or a young man, and she was vaguely surprised. (Foolish.) His words were so naive, so -- so innocent? The woman raised her weapon. "Then leave." Her voice was flat. "Go home." Or wherever he wanted. She didn't care. If he truly didn't want to die, or for anyone else to die (although people were going to slip into the abyss no matter what either of them did), then all this person had to do was go elsewhere.

Just fly off on that Flygon of his and leave the battlefield behind.

(But easier said than done.)

[tristan]

king turned to see a girl, one who looked not much older than himself pointing a gun right at him. voler snarled, wings flapping as his head ducked down, mouth open and prepared to attack. home? that was half way across the world, he was afraid. king reached for his own gun, both hands clenched around the handle.

he could see the disdain, a warrior's view on naivete. red hair fell into his eyes, and he didn't bother to move it. "i'm afraid i can't do that." he said softly, safety clicked off the firearm. voler's mouth flickered with green flames, a dragonbreath prepared to stream towards the other. "after all, i have to defend the island, don't i?"

the girl, despite being a girl, looked like a formidable enemy. he had no idea if she was lux or nox, however, but would be prepared to attack. he didn't want to stoop to the 'shoot first ask questions later' method, didn't want to kill someone he didn't need to. didn't want a repeat of ace and joker.

"ace, no no no NO"

muscles tense, jaw clenched, king raised the gun and aimed.

[lou]

VICTOR: KING

+ 200 to Nox