001 [audio/action] backdated to the 18th

[aerialassault]

[accidental audio/action for CH 5]

--at's it. I'm gonna pulverize--

[The words, made audible through an accidental feed on the journal that Cliff threw aside, were cut off by the crack of splintering wood as his fist slammed into it at full throttle. Cliff had finally awoken from his shift-induced dream, and he was pissed. It was just unfortunate that the first person he saw that morning had to be the target for his frustration at the Malnosso.

He was going to crush their captors...after he crushed Albel Nox.

It wasn't going to be pretty.]

[very intentional audio]

Sorry 'bout the mess this morning. Technical difficulties. Won't happen again.

Now. What the hell was that last week? A shift? That's one helluva-- [He stopped and took a deep, calming breath.] Don't tell me that happens all the time.

I'm more than game if anyone wants to work off some stress. See ya at the Barracks. Or the Dome. I dunno.

Cliff Fittir. Over and out.

[action]

[True to his word, Cliff could be found at both the Barracks and the Battle Dome at various points throughout the day, as he restlessly wandered between the two facilities because neither actually fit his needs for the moment. A good spar was what he had in mind, although he wouldn't say no to company with someone that didn't know him and was actually sane.

Don't worry. He'll be cool.]

Comments

[aerialassault]

Aah. I ain't gonna fight a guy like you right now. Not in the mood.

[Cliff didn't know the stranger, and didn't like the aura that had followed him into the building. He turned around and kicked at the poor punching bag once more, but kept himself on full alert.

He had a hunch that this stranger wanted a bloodbath.]

[gorehowl]

Do not turn your back on me, Cliff Fittir! [And he swings Gorehowl in the air. Not at Cliff, just in the air above and between them, along with a stomp forward. He swings it so that the air can flow through the holes at the base of the blade where it meets the handle to make it's unnatural screaming sound. It's supposed to be unnerving]

[aerialassault]

[The howling of the weapon earned a moment's pause from Cliff. He looked over his shoulder at the looming stranger, but he didn't back down.]

Ya tryin' to pull something here? 'Cause it ain't working.

[gorehowl]

I am here to fight! As you requested! [Yes, shouting. Very loud, deep, echoy shouty. Stuff]

[aerialassault]

I meant something friendly. Not...whatever it is you're after.

[gorehowl]

I swear that you will not die, now turn and fight me, you coward!

[Clearly, that makes everything better]

[aerialassault]

[It did make everything clear for the Klausian.

Cliff turned around and fully faced the stranger, sizing him up. Height and apparent strength aside, the armor and the attitude was only asking for trouble.

He didn't need any time to decide.]

Nope.

[gorehowl]

[And he roars in frustration. He's not a murderer, but if they guy is going to give him false information, then he's going to swing Gorehowl down at him. More screaming, a big two handed axe coming down on him]

[aerialassault]

[There was a little secret about Klausians that wasn't as well known throughout the Milky Way as it should have been: bullets don't work.

It wasn't a matter of strength or durability, but agility. Cliff, already on alert for something like this, dodged the roaring swing of the giant axe. He didn't even bother to look at the blade. His attention was fully on the orc.

There had been no misinformation in the offer. He wanted something friendly and light, which he saw neither of in this stranger. But, if there was no way out...?

It took no thought for him to leap into the air and jump toward the stranger in his aerial assault.

Incoming Klausian from above, meaning to stomp your head. Garrosh: react?]

[gorehowl]

[Reverse Gorehowl's blade and do a backswing up in the air with way, way more dexterity than you'd expect in a lumbering guy like him.

He's probably the second most capable warrior in Azeroth, though he'd tell you he was the best. He doesn't make a move to defend himself beyond the renewed offense though, instead just grinning to find that this man's finally taking it seriously. The rage is now welling up in him again. So, you know, he is open.]

[aerialassault]

[Stomp: Landed.

Cliff barely dodges the backswing of the axe as he made for the ground behind Garrosh-- and took off.

Sorry, Garrosh. He's not in the mood for your anger today.]

[gorehowl]

[Daze, successful! It disorients him enough (not to mention the backhand swing off-balanced himself) that he's flat-footed a moment before he can turn to see Cliff fleeing. By the time he does turn, he's out of range for everything except maybe a shockwave, but he doesn't want to risk destabilizing the building he's even, even through his anger.

So instead, he just roars in frustration. Cobra Commander style]