[The two of them combined would not only look like the least intimidating duo ever, but some really pathetic excuses for Novices. That's probably the reason why the novice has decided to pause the entire game to come after them - it might be 2 on 1, but any reasonable person would be confident they could take these two noodles.
That's what's going through Yuri's head. That, and how the fuck he's going to get through this without getting the shit beat out of him, though that's looking less and less likely as Hazel refuses to shut up -- and backing up? Fucking hell, she's going to run isn't she -- at this rate he really is doomed --
Aaaand then, while Yuri is settling on some pretty poor options, she rushes and tackles that asshole. With them still being in the stands that'll send Hazel and the novice crashing down to some lower seats which, thankfully, were unoccupied.]
...............
[For a split second, Yuri just stands there. There's some snickering from the other people in the stands as they scoot away from the altercation, absolutely no intention of either stopping this or jumping in to help. Down on the rink the novice's teammates are cracking up at the sight, so clearly they're not planning on helping, either.
Well then.
His gaze flicks to the other players, then darts around to take in their surroundings. He could leave right now. He could, and chances are this dumbass would be too distracted by her to notice. There's a high probability he'd get away, though unless she can pull out some bullshit secret vampire power he'd be leaving her to get beaten to a pulp or worse.
(Which he thinks she kind of deserves for starting all of this, but anyways....)
He clicks his tongue softly as he quickly steps downwards towards Hazel and the novice. He isn't sure how strong she is physically, so he isn't going to waste any more time. Once he reaches them, a smile that looks more like a slash appears across his face. If she's going to go ahead with the whole psychotic novice angle, then he'll play along. Psychological warfare and all that.
He lifts his crutch, aiming casually as he waits another split second for Hazel's head to shift out of the way, then proceeds to drive the end of it straight into the novice's eye. There's a crunchy, popping noise.]
Learn to take criticism, you fucking third-string.
[........................ It's unclear the novice is even hearing that giving the horrific scream he's letting out, but whatever. The other attendees are certainly getting their fill of two very unhinged novices.]
#teamwork (cw: eye injury)
That's what's going through Yuri's head. That, and how the fuck he's going to get through this without getting the shit beat out of him, though that's looking less and less likely as Hazel refuses to shut up -- and backing up? Fucking hell, she's going to run isn't she -- at this rate he really is doomed --
Aaaand then, while Yuri is settling on some pretty poor options, she rushes and tackles that asshole. With them still being in the stands that'll send Hazel and the novice crashing down to some lower seats which, thankfully, were unoccupied.]
...............
[For a split second, Yuri just stands there. There's some snickering from the other people in the stands as they scoot away from the altercation, absolutely no intention of either stopping this or jumping in to help. Down on the rink the novice's teammates are cracking up at the sight, so clearly they're not planning on helping, either.
Well then.
His gaze flicks to the other players, then darts around to take in their surroundings. He could leave right now. He could, and chances are this dumbass would be too distracted by her to notice. There's a high probability he'd get away, though unless she can pull out some bullshit secret vampire power he'd be leaving her to get beaten to a pulp or worse.
(Which he thinks she kind of deserves for starting all of this, but anyways....)
He clicks his tongue softly as he quickly steps downwards towards Hazel and the novice. He isn't sure how strong she is physically, so he isn't going to waste any more time. Once he reaches them, a smile that looks more like a slash appears across his face. If she's going to go ahead with the whole psychotic novice angle, then he'll play along. Psychological warfare and all that.
He lifts his crutch, aiming casually as he waits another split second for Hazel's head to shift out of the way, then proceeds to drive the end of it straight into the novice's eye. There's a crunchy, popping noise.]
Learn to take criticism, you fucking third-string.
[........................ It's unclear the novice is even hearing that giving the horrific scream he's letting out, but whatever. The other attendees are certainly getting their fill of two very unhinged novices.]