whatwas | [Video // Private to Yuca]

You'll never learn if you're not willing to hurt me.

[As if to prove this, Yuca sidesteps quickly into Horst's range, bringing his wrist up to parry the flat of the blade as he moves in to strike again.]

But I don't want--

[He's cut off when Yuca moves. Horst moves with the blade, avoiding being hit and stepping around to try to corner Yuca against the pews]

[Yuca tuts in disapproval, resting both of his hands against the back of one of the pews.]

Then coming here was a waste of my time.

I don't want to stab you. You might die, and--well obviously, that wouldn't be any fun for me.

[He taps the flat of the blade on Yuca's shoulder, half-knighting him, and then sets it down on one of the pews]

I didn't say I wouldn't fight you.

[That said he moves to hit Yuca in the stomach]

[He listens to him, bored, watching the wall behind Horst, and wondering if he could make it home before the morning rose. When the vampire set the sword down, Yuca was positive that he had given up.

At the sudden attack, he was caught off-guard, and bent over a little around Horst's fist, making a strangled sound, his eyes wide. Winded, but not incapacitated, Yuca wrapped a hand around Horst's wrist and used it to hold him there, hissing as his other hand snapped out to punch Horst in turn.]

[Horst had started to move forward, to push Yuca off balance; that unfortunately makes Yuca's punch hit even harder. Even if he can't have the wind knocked out of him, it does make him gasp, for a moment his fangs are undeniably visible as what they are.

Then he grabs Yuca's shoulder with his free hand and tries to knock him sideways onto one of the benches]

[Yuca is able to catch only a glimpse of Horst's fangs before he's shoved over the edge of the bench, the hand he'd used to punch him fisting in his shirt and pulling him down alongside with him as he lands on his back in one of the cushions on the pews, before kicking and rolling to shove Horst sideways onto the floor.]

[Horst is knocked off, and though he's kept a steeled grip on Yuca, he knocks his head on the concrete floor and it stuns him briefly. Still, he tries to punch Yuca, this time in the face]

[This has... sort of turned into something more than a simple teaching. Yuca wasn't even instructing him anymore- the blows had hurt, and as petty as it was, he wanted to reciprocate. It could possibly be said the same of Horst- he'd had to endure Yuca hitting him and cutting him for awhile now, and he'd finally gotten a few punches in not to mention finally being able to vent the whole frustration that comes from just being Horst.

Yuca's head snaps to the side as the punch makes contact with his jaw, and moves to stomp his foot over the vampire's chest, not able to aim all that well due to the previous blow.]

[Horst rolls to the side, under the pew and then he gets up on the other side. If nothing else, it seems he was listening when this was still a lesson.

His shirt is ripped in at least three places, but the cuts have stopped bleeding at least. He eyes Yuca, and for a moment becomes distracted by the scars on Yuca's neck.

Then he jumps over the bench between them, to tackle Yuca to the ground]

[Yuca puts his arms up as he's forced off of the pew and on his back against the ground with Horst's bulk, kicking out against him. He's stronger than he should be, and a little bit faster than Yuca is really sure is possible.

Angel, a little voice in his head says, and Yuca can't hesitate because he's fighting, but where the hell did that come from?]

[Horst is straddling him, hands resting one on the floor and the other on Yuca's shoulder. He looks down at him, his expression intense from the fighting, but it softens after a second--

and then he hits Yuca again. His voice is a quiet hiss.]

Who do you reckon is winning?

I'm about to be, [he replies, the tone utterly scathing. One of Yuca's arms dart up to clamp fingers across Horst's throat, squirming and kicking out to try to get him off of him- but Horst easily has six inches and thirty pounds on him... plus the whole added bonus of being a superstrong vampire. It's harder than it sounds to kick him off.]

[It's the tone that really hits. For a fraction of a second, he's too stunned to react; then he's knocked to the side, though not completely off. He grabs Yuca's wrist and yanks the other's hand away from his throat, pins it on the ground]

This isn't real. You're teaching me, remember?

[Yuca stares up at him for a long moment, trying to place it- his face, his name, what was he doing here?]

What are you?

[Because now, he knows he's not human. And he's trying to break free from Horst's hold again, the previous question not quite registering anymore.]

[Horst is quiet, and then he shakes his head slightly] I'm your friend.

[And just before he lets Yuca kick free, he whispers 'Don't leave'.]

[Yuca closes his eyes and rolls away after Horst gets off of him, getting up in a hurry and dusting himself off.]

Horst-

[He bites his lip, before shaking his head and letting the emotion fall from his face, sliding back into another stance.]

...that was good. Again.

[Horst nods and copies Yuca's stance, although he has to wait for further instruction on what to do after that. It's not exactly the same as a brawl.]

I think I fight better when I'm drunk.

You're more confident when you're drunk.

[He steps in again, but slower this time.]

Move slowly. Calm yourself down and just watch my movements and retaliate with your own.

[Horst, in turn, takes a step back, so they're not trapped by the pews for this round.]

I think you have the advantage--being calm so naturally, as you are.

You have a considerable size, strength, and speed advantage. Calm is all I have.

[He moves forward a little into the opening, taking a deep breath before aiming to hit him again.]

Not all you--

[Not possible to talk when you're being hit across the jaw]

--ow

[He raises an eyebrow.]

That wasn't very good.

Hey. Are you mocking your student?

[Either way Horst moves to hit back]

[Yuca blocks it, sliding closer into a more personal range so he can drive an elbow into Horst's ribcage.]

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