[ Her magic will return, but only after about a quarter hour has passed. But Tyr thinks she's perfectly capable of taking him down with just that whip. He stumbles backwards some more, barely catching himself on a table as he backs up further and further.
But he can't make himself go through with the plan. Even if he could use her blastia arm against her, the thought of how he burned Rita in that dream so long ago haunts him - and just like then, what if this is really Rita, deep down?
His stomach is in knots. She needs to stop attacking him so he can use the sleep spell. ]
[ He doesn't want to kill his friends anymore, he doesn't want to kill his friends anymore... But when he sees her lunging at him, he automatically kicks out at her, aiming for her stomach. He doesn't care if he's weak or anything else Rita thinks of him. He just doesn't want to die, either. ]
[Dammit, she can't lose! That's all she can think, stubbornly trying to keep herself awake even as she succumbs to the inevitable and falls to the floor.]
[ ...She almost looks normal. But first, he doses the fire with a water spell - filling the room with smoke, but saving it from burning more - then turns back to her. She's really not hurt that badly, thankfully.
With that, he'll bind her with the belts used to restrain him: one around her feet, one around her arms behind her back. ]
[The only thing to indicate that she's still cursed is the artificial arm. She stays out as he binds her; unless he wakes her up, she'll stay out for a while.]
[ He wonders if she'll still be there at all when the curse ends... He's hesitant, but soon picks her up in his arms to carry her to the bed they set up there.
And he'll just watch and wait for her to wake up... It's still a long time before midnight. ]
[ He starts back to attention when he hears her move. He's been sitting in the chair since he finished checking the damage from the fire a while ago. It's a little cool now after letting the window stay open, too.
But he doesn't say anything. She hasn't changed yet... ]
[The fact she's tied up is the very first thing she's aware of despite her half-awake state. She pulls at the restraints as she gains more awareness, twisting around to glare at Tyr as she spots him.]
[She scoffs, and gives the bonds a vicious wrench--they snap, and Rita reflexively yells from the pain in her other hand, but she wastes no time. Rather than undoing the belt around her feet, she rights herself with her freed hands, then leaps right off the bed at Tyr to try and tackle him to the floor.]
[ Hearing her yell makes him start and freeze - Rita's hurt - but it just gets him tackled to the ground and make him cry out himself. His flesh is weak when he's tossed over a chair. ]
[She doesn't pause to be smug about the brief victory, immediately bringing up the artificial limb to strike a blow to his face. Best that she render him helpless as quickly as possible; fighting is awkward with her feet tied.]
[She has no interest in checking him for injuries; the fact that he's dazed is good enough for now. Sitting back quickly, she undoes the belt around her ankles.]
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Date: 2012-06-01 07:08 pm (UTC)As she draws closer, she lashes out with her whip.]
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Date: 2012-06-01 07:19 pm (UTC)But he can't make himself go through with the plan. Even if he could use her blastia arm against her, the thought of how he burned Rita in that dream so long ago haunts him - and just like then, what if this is really Rita, deep down?
His stomach is in knots. She needs to stop attacking him so he can use the sleep spell. ]
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Date: 2012-06-01 07:35 pm (UTC)Seeing him back away spurs her on, like a hunter taking advantage of weakness, and she springs at him with a shout-]
Weak-!
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Date: 2012-06-01 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-01 08:00 pm (UTC)You-!
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Date: 2012-06-01 08:17 pm (UTC)I told you weren't going to win-!
[ He takes a stance to begin casting the sleep spell. ]
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Date: 2012-06-01 08:26 pm (UTC)You think you can beat Rita Mordio?!
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Date: 2012-06-01 08:33 pm (UTC)Sleepy Wind!
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Date: 2012-06-01 08:41 pm (UTC)[Dammit, she can't lose! That's all she can think, stubbornly trying to keep herself awake even as she succumbs to the inevitable and falls to the floor.]
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Date: 2012-06-01 08:48 pm (UTC)Rita...
[ He approaches her slowly and crouches at her side. ]
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Date: 2012-06-01 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-01 09:03 pm (UTC)With that, he'll bind her with the belts used to restrain him: one around her feet, one around her arms behind her back. ]
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Date: 2012-06-01 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-01 09:18 pm (UTC)And he'll just watch and wait for her to wake up... It's still a long time before midnight. ]
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Date: 2012-06-01 11:15 pm (UTC)Since he doesn't wake her, it's also quite a while before she shifts and starts to wake up, straining a little against the belts.]
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Date: 2012-06-01 11:21 pm (UTC)But he doesn't say anything. She hasn't changed yet... ]
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Date: 2012-06-01 11:49 pm (UTC)You...
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Date: 2012-06-01 11:52 pm (UTC)I won. Now just wait there until you're back to normal.
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Date: 2012-06-02 12:04 am (UTC)You think you've won? You're the biggest fool there is!
[She strains against the belts again. It's painful in her flesh arm, but the blastia limb starts to stretch them.]
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Date: 2012-06-02 12:07 am (UTC)[ Because he's sure she won't get out. But he'll start the sleep spell against her anyway to be safe, standing from his chair. ]
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Date: 2012-06-02 12:16 am (UTC)[She scoffs, and gives the bonds a vicious wrench--they snap, and Rita reflexively yells from the pain in her other hand, but she wastes no time. Rather than undoing the belt around her feet, she rights herself with her freed hands, then leaps right off the bed at Tyr to try and tackle him to the floor.]
I told you flesh was weak!
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Date: 2012-06-02 12:19 am (UTC)[ Hearing her yell makes him start and freeze - Rita's hurt - but it just gets him tackled to the ground and make him cry out himself. His flesh is weak when he's tossed over a chair. ]
Agh!
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Date: 2012-06-02 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-02 12:35 am (UTC)Nngh...
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Date: 2012-06-02 12:41 am (UTC)You're the biggest kind of idiot imagineable.
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