Defeat.

Yukio bites his growing snarl behind a forced smile. Wrath knew no honor, and he hardly cared to play fair - but he did quite like to play. So when the hearty, righteous Fukagawa - someone who looked to have traveled long and far to show up at Yukio's door and announce under no uncertain terms that he'd like to fight - what was Yukio meant to do?

Turn down a kill worthy of his time? There was no fun in easy pickings, and Yukio'd had far too many of those lately: why not indulge in his terms? Fukagawa's sturdy hands would certainly make wonderful trophies, and the memory of a noble opponent enough to keep his ego nice and plump until another one came just as simply to his doorstep. 

How embarrassing! What a stupid, brutish thing he was, anyway - some bumbling monster set on a righteous path of good.

He heaves, staring up - humiliating! - at Fukagawa. His bloodied knuckles mend slowly, his magic working slowly to right broken bones and welted bruises.

Fukagawa hadn't even wanted to kill him.

"Haa - haha!" Yukio's smile tightens, finding the spirit to choke out an ugly cackle. He hardly seems pleased. Between his slowed regeneration, and the state of his holy attire, his smile is unpleasant to look at. "Very well! You've won this little contest in brute strength." Yes, it was just a contest. That's all. "Your expertise is admirable. I've learned a lot from this."

As he speaks, his hand twitches at his side. Oh, he couldn't help himself, his burning hate - what good came from admitting being overcome? Yes, Fukagawa would die here. At the thought, Yukio's skin shreds gruesomely, and from where his forearm once was juts a sharpened, ivory blade, alchemized by the bones of his hands. He slams it into the ground, cracking the marble floor of his own church. 

Still, he smiles, though his expression has loosened - he hardly seems lucid. "Yes, yes! This is wonderful. Now, I'd like to show you something."

(Assuming this ends in death :^)

How could this?

These thoughts rang in the old man's head as the knife shoved itself deeper into his chest. The Demon in front of him smiled so widely that he could see the light leaving his own eyes reflected in the sharpened teeth of his assailant. His rapier fell from his grasp, the freehand now moving to the black iron blade. He was weakly pulling at it, hoping to somehow save his flickering life from a fate he had feared for so long. 

Would Sigmar take him? Would Nagash wrap his cursed fingers around his soul to swallow or make a Gaunt? Please please do not let the cursed forces of chaos take him so that he would be forced to serve them. As he pulled he felt the knife twist in its place. The blade tore up more of his insides. It was hot like fire when it was pulled from his form. Yukio standing above him as he fell back onto the hot stone of his home. The final thought of Valnier's life were the simple prayer to his god-king "Please do not let them take me"

Yeah I'm doing a call back, you may kill me for it 

    Calista wasn’t one to admit defeat. But she did have her limits and she was exhausted. She didn’t let Zastavil know that. You never show weakness in front of your target, every hunter knows that. Zastavil was a formidable foe and a pain to fight. She decided to end the battle. “I respect your fight for life.  Few foes have bested me in battle.” She gave a small half bow. “You are free to live, I won’t tell my boss that your still living. But I’ll Only do that if you lend me some of your blood. I don’t need much but that battle has made me hungry.”

The peperbuys felt heavy in his hands. The steel of the gun was still warm, pulsating against his fingers. He growled. "Foine," Roswell said before turning towards Calista. "Yer beat me. How does it feel, beatin' an old half-blind man in a shooting contest?" Roswell made a wide gesture towards the bottles they had been shooting. 3. He got 3. Calista definitely got more than that. The thief lowered his gun.
"Yer wearin' lyin' when yer said yer were a bountyhunter," Roswell said. He plucked a coin from his inner pocket and flung it (by using his thumb), over towards her. "Good shot though. Yer probably get paid a lot of coin for huntin' dose, supernaturals down," he said.  Roswell couldn't hide the destain in his tone, and frankly he didn't even try it. There was only one type of person that Roswell couldn't stand. (Paid) killers. Oh, and people that bested  him in any kind of contest.
"Yer can ask me about yer case now. But be warned," he flicked his finger at Calista. "Oi'm not going to be any more helpful den oi intended to be, even though yer good with dat weapon of yers. Huurdoders," he paused. "As hungry 'nd bloodthirsty as mutts." 

Roswell has entered an house in the forest to get away from the rain, it looked very abandoned to him so he did not expect anyone to be there.
House was very dark, there were no lights other than one lit candle in the living room. Windows were boarded up from the inside. This was indeed, very odd sight for him, so he called out for anyone, but no one answered.
He decided to stand right next to the doors just in case something bad happens so that he can quickly ran out.
Later, rain stopped, but before he tried to exit, he notices a pale face starring at him from the darkness of the other room, at first he thought he was just seeing things, but... the face was not going away.
The face looked like one of a corpse, giving him quite a spook. Suddenly face started getting closer, half of the creatures otherworldly body being revealed, this scared Roswell so he quickly tried to open the exit doors, but they wouldn't budge. He got confused and started to panic a bit, right away he took out his gun and began shooting at the weird creature, but creature continued to get closer as if bullets were doing nothing to it.
Is this some kind of a ghost he thought, but there was no time to wait, due to his quick thinking, he quickly goes to the closest boarded up window and shoots at few of the planks, getting them loose and quickly taking them off.
Because of that, some sunlight enters the house, rays of light shooting right at the creature's face, the creature covers it's eyes and disappears in a puff of smoke, unexpectedly getting defeated by the random human.
Roswell did not expect this to happen, but he quickly got out through the window anyways without thinking too much and started going far away from this cursed house.

v - Ayy very cool reply yo!

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Inri couldn't believe it. A mere mobster was able to defeat them despite the demon having quite the advantage. To think that they'd be outwitted by man when they were a god... how ironic. The darkness that coated the demon faded away, adding color back to where its limbs were a blaring red. Looking up, a grin was plastered on Inri's face instead of a snarl.

Inri, despite their wounds inflicted by the Boss's concealed weaponry, stood up, its grin never leaving its face. The wings extended while the three tails flickered. An intimidation act probably, but a poor one. It was hard to intimidate when you were littered with cuts and bruises.

"I intruded your place for fun. I had nothing better to do. But... I will admit, your mob was made up of quite the fighters... It was no surprise they'd be hard to go through... but you... you,"

The two red stripes on Inri's chest let off a faint glow before it chuckled, the glow disappearing.

"... You were the real challenge. The rest of them dropped like flies once I got through... yet you kept it up. You fought hard. and you were triumphant. Heed my words Mr... Boss. I may have been bested by you, but that does not mean I've been warded off for good... Some day, I'll return. A rematch, if you will,"

The demon merely laughed, its three tails swinging and flicking in excitement.

"I hope you and your men are prepared!"

Inri chuckled and smiled at the Boss, a warning for the next time they meet.

With that, they sauntered away, their walking a little off, into the distance. A shame, to defeat a group only to fall at one. Inri did learn one thing in the fight: A family isn't to be messed with.

Wanda glanced up at inri. She was... suprised. She layed down on the concrete ally floor, her wound bleeding out, wanda quietly swore to herself " dammnit why are you still here??! Ya won, isnt that enough??!" Wanda winced when she tried to move. She honestly didnt know WHAT inri was, but all she knew was shes scared of it.

( WinterHound notifying cause it's been a hot minute. Also, sorry if this is ass

(EDIT: ALSO THIS WHOLE THING STARTED CAUSE YER LAD THOUGHT A MAN WAS JUST GETTING HUNG FOR BEING SICK! SORRY IF IT WASNT CLEAR HYUJNBGH

Valnier cursed his luck. No, not luck. HIS AGE! CURSE HIS AGE! He knew something in his body was broken. The spear's base strike against his sword arm had taken him to the ground. He was already exhausted by his hunt; the battle was painfully quick and conclusive. Valnier's attacker was too quick on the attack, while his back was turned too. Coward. Valnier tried to croak out a prayer to Sigmar. Pleading for his divine gaze lay upon him and fill him with vigor and health. But he was cut off.

"YES! THANK YOU, STRANGER!" The man at the gallows yelled, thankfully. NO! Valnier thought immediately. His eyes shot open as the pox-marked man was taken from the noose and his hands now unbound. Valnier wanted to yell with fury to cry out a curse upon them both. The heretic has been freed from the blessed rope. The pox walker's eyes now glinting with malice and sick satisfaction. But the newcomer spoke unintelligibly as Valnier's ears began to ring and pain began to pull his mind into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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FOLLOW UP AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

^😭That was awesome omgggg! What a cool follow up!

Hey 🥴 (with the intent of causing so many problems) also warning/ spoiled for pretty intense gore, this is probably gonna get a little messy

⬇️ That was great omg! Sorry i didnt get a chance to look at it sooner. Illanya does have some mad fightin skills and I imagine that’s why haha!