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[helluvamess]

"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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[hick_for_hire]

Unfortunate that Striker's always had the upperhand when it comes to raw physical strength between the two of them. The struggling doesn't surprise him either as he pushes his knee down further into him, though he does pause momentarily as he hears that whine at the pull. Now this is an interesting little thing to note and he's keeping his voice low enough so no one else around them can hear it.

"Just my knee in your back, Boss~" Is he maybe having fun with this now? Oh, very much so. "The rest ain't knives. So maybe you oughta go ahead and concede so we both get outta here without giving these undeserving fuckers a show, hm?"

[helluvamess]

Fuck, ok. There's a few things for Blitzø to process about this least of all that there's definitely two weapons digging into him back there and he's not sure that both of them are what Striker's suggesting. But damn if he doesn't sort of want to find out.

"Fine, fuck." He relaxes, giving in until Striker finally lets go, then quick as a flash Blitzø buries his knife in the other imp's hoof and legs it.

"But you gotta fucking catch me first, you discount cowboy fuck!" Because he can figure out as well that Striker clearly was getting off on the fight too, and all because they were going somewhere private didn't mean it had to completely stop, right?

[hick_for_hire]

Hey, he's actually giving him the opportunity to find out what he's actually hiding away given he sure hasn't given him any indication of what it is before.

"Good~" It's almost a growled coo while he lets up and son of a bitch he should have expected he'd still be a dick about this. Not that he necessarily minds since it's no secret that imps are still into that shit but the mixture of howl and animalistic snarl still isn't lost on him. Luckily it gives him enough time to get some distance while Striker yanks the knife out of his hoof with a hiss and getting used to the pain that'll come from that with some weight added to it.

... Also convenient that they live next to each other, or he at least assumes the other imp is either running that way to one of the cabins instead of being an absolute prick about all of this. He's quickly dragging himself into the rafters to move along the halls when and where he can, trying to keep his movements quiet and methodical to hunt this moron down.

[helluvamess]

It's easy to track Blitzø: his hand is still bleeding from the knife earlier and he's hardly subtle right now. At least his headlong dash slows as he realises that it's not a race but being hunted and his tail flicks like a delighted cat as the game sets in. He's headed towards Striker's room more than his own, but now he's keeping an eye out, down a knife but still ready for a fight without it and his senses on edge to listen for that telltale rattle.

[hick_for_hire]

Striker knows speed isn't necessarily his strong suit, but hunting and tracking absolutely are the stronger points. Which is why he's taking this slow despite wanting to get to the "good" part, this is just as much fun for him. Luckily he's also good at hiding the rattling when he wants to and when he does see him he pauses on the rafter, watching him with a grin crawling to his lips.

Easy enough for him to assume that he's listening for the rattling and he has his tail curled tightly around the rafter he's sitting on to both help avoid that and for balance.

Too bad he's not making a single noise as he lunges towards him from behind from said rafters to try and roll and pin him to the floor.

[helluvamess]

He's focused for the sound of a rattle, a hiss, hooves on the floor. Blitzø forgets that he's no longer the only imp who can scale walls on this ship.

Striker's weight slams into him from behind and Blitzø hits the floor with a grunt and a yell and then he's twisting as well to try and get away. But Striker's good at this, has wrangled a lot more creatures than Blitzø has, and he ends up breathing heavily but pinned all over again.

[hick_for_hire]

Really makes you wonder how he's an assassin sometimes, not that Striker's thinking that outside of passing amusement if he knew he wasn't paying attention to anything other than those three noises.

It'd be easier wrestling with something larger and heavier like he's used to, but he can work with this as well. His instincts are at least quick enough to make sure he gets him pinned on the floor once more, leaning down to casually tease and trail those sharp teeth along his neck with a low noise that sounds between a mix of growl and some sort of purr before he decides to say something. "Mighty convenient of you to head this way and I do like a good hunt." As if that would surprise anyone what-so-ever. "You wanna keep this game up or get behind the fuckin' door to draw some real blood now?"