A month ago and Blitzø would have thought anyone saying he wouldn't immediately try to murder Striker on sight must have gone a little too hard on the booze available on the Barge. Now... well he wasn't trying to murder Striker anymore, although a good amount of the Barge probably didn't realise it. Truthfully, it was not that different from the Pain Games they'd first competed in after they met. A chance to see which of them were fast or stronger, a chance to let loose with some of the more violent tendencies their kind had.
And fuck if Blitzø didn't need that sometimes, especially after almost a year in this place and no regular hits to take out. So in a way it was an understanding, that either of them could start a fight with the other and know that it didn't mean shit beyond having an outlet.
Plus it made custodial a fuckton more interesting.
He'd been feeling wound up of late too, was pretty sure others close to him could feel it, and so it probably didn't take Striker much by surprise when Blitzø rounded a corner at speed during his shift and launched himself at the other imp with a snarl.
An understanding that Striker was all the more calm and collected about than anyone might have expected, especially with all of the bullshit that happened between the two of them back in Hell. But he was mostly chill with the entire situation as he'd understood that fucking up his contracts had been due to him ending up going after people the other imp actually cared about for some reason or another. Even if it had ended up with him having some new scars, the most obvious being the one around his eye, but only if you knew where to look and looked long enough with how much paler his skin was compared to purebred imps. The bonuses of being a hybrid, he guessed.
Custodial was boring as shit but it at least gave him something to do when he felt like it and maybe give him some kind of... leverage if someone wanted to bitch about the fights the imps would get into from time to time. It'd still get cleaned up, just take a little longer for it to get done, not that he cared about their opinions to begin with.
Luckily he was never off guard while outside of his room, knowing full well that these little attacks could come at any time from Blitz and he wasn't about to let him get the jump on him like that. Which is precisely why he's calculating the speed and when he launches himself to duck just at the point he's about to hit him. If he doesn't regain his composure quick enough he'll be taking the mop he's currently using and slamming the wood down against the other imp.
He'd expected the dodge and hits the ground, rolling and ignoring the sharp blow from the mop only to spring into a flip and aim another kick at Striker's head. Blitzø doesn't expect it to be quite that easy though, and pushes the advantage, landing and following up with a series of blows to try and crowd Striker back against the wall.
Since the other imp had arrived, he'd gotten more of a chance to remember how Striker fought since their first encounter around the Harvest Moon Festival, and while the paler imp has an advantage with strength and height, Blitzø is pretty sure he's slightly faster and more flexible and tries to use that to his advantage.
In hindsight he should have expected for the blow to not do anything, but at the same time it's a useful weapon to have at his advantage even if it wouldn't do any real damage. That had... been somewhat the point as he wasn't out to kill him, of course not, but it could make a useful defense weapon, too. As is evidenced by him using it to block the kick and a few of the blows, not seeming too bothered by the ones that do hit. It'd take more than that to really bother him.
The problem is him hitting the wall and he's hissing to himself with that all too familiar sound of rattling while he drops the mop and attempts to reach out to grab for Blitzø's neck with his hands to maybe get him to stop and dig claws into skin. His tail moves to grab for one of his wrists, hoping to use the momentum of the movement to get the hit to miss or, maybe, dislocate if he was lucky.
Blitzø jerks back but it's not fast enough as Striker gets a grip on his wrist and throat, yanking hard enough that he can feel his balance shift...
So he rolls with it, years of circus training kicking in as he instead moves closer and spins them both, using Striker to break his fall. With any luck he'll get the other imp pinned beneath him and loosen the grip on his throat, although with how hardy they both are, he knows it won't buy him much time.
For as much ranch hand training that Striker has, it absolutely doesn't help him in this particular situation. Especially since he's far more used to using his strength for things than his agility and he actually yelps a bit in surprise as he finds himself on his back. His grip falters for just a moment on his throat, tail remaining tight to have something to cling to, eyes wide for just a moment as he tries to pull his composure back together.
Shit, when's the last time someone actually managed to get him on the ground like this? Been a while, that much he can absolutely say and it's almost impressive. He bares his own teeth at the imp above him, almost taunting in the way he does so, but oddly not pushing him off yet.
His free hand grabs for Striker's throat and Blitzø squeezes as well, matching the pressure around his own neck. He's flushed and panting, equally riled up by the challenge. Sure, he'd had a couple of fights with other inmates here, but it's nothing like imps fighting and it's surprising to realise he's missed that.
Blitzø shifts his weight, making sure it's not quite so easy for Striker to throw him off, and pauses as his thigh presses against the other imp's groin.
Usually he'd fight against the hands squeezing around his throat but those bared teeth switches to him panting in turn, though it probably doesn't come as any surprise to Blitzø that it's absolutely good panting and showing off that forked tongue of his that comes with the territory of his being a hybrid. He keeps his grip on him tight, tail thumping against the ground finally even as he's managing a breathy laugh at the words.
He's not wrong by any stretch of the imagination, even while rolling his hips up to make that point clear. "What can I say?" Nothing is the answer, especially as he's curious as to how much longer the other imp is going to keep that up.
He absolutely should not be considering fucking Striker against the wall or floor during their custodial shift for any number of reasons Blitzø is sure will eventually make themselves known. It's just that his dick is currently drowning them out, as he hopes Striker's is as his tail slides between them to press against where he can feel the other man getting hard.
He shifts his weight more deliberately now, pushing Striker's legs further open with his own as his tail continues rubbing and teasing against him. He's curious as well how far Striker will let him go, and as the other imp pants again, Blitzø tightens his grip on Striker's throat as he grinds his tail hard against his clothed cock.
"Look who's a fucking needy bitch. Bet you'd love me to bend you over right here where anyone could come by~"
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And fuck if Blitzø didn't need that sometimes, especially after almost a year in this place and no regular hits to take out. So in a way it was an understanding, that either of them could start a fight with the other and know that it didn't mean shit beyond having an outlet.
Plus it made custodial a fuckton more interesting.
He'd been feeling wound up of late too, was pretty sure others close to him could feel it, and so it probably didn't take Striker much by surprise when Blitzø rounded a corner at speed during his shift and launched himself at the other imp with a snarl.
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Custodial was boring as shit but it at least gave him something to do when he felt like it and maybe give him some kind of... leverage if someone wanted to bitch about the fights the imps would get into from time to time. It'd still get cleaned up, just take a little longer for it to get done, not that he cared about their opinions to begin with.
Luckily he was never off guard while outside of his room, knowing full well that these little attacks could come at any time from Blitz and he wasn't about to let him get the jump on him like that. Which is precisely why he's calculating the speed and when he launches himself to duck just at the point he's about to hit him. If he doesn't regain his composure quick enough he'll be taking the mop he's currently using and slamming the wood down against the other imp.
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Since the other imp had arrived, he'd gotten more of a chance to remember how Striker fought since their first encounter around the Harvest Moon Festival, and while the paler imp has an advantage with strength and height, Blitzø is pretty sure he's slightly faster and more flexible and tries to use that to his advantage.
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The problem is him hitting the wall and he's hissing to himself with that all too familiar sound of rattling while he drops the mop and attempts to reach out to grab for Blitzø's neck with his hands to maybe get him to stop and dig claws into skin. His tail moves to grab for one of his wrists, hoping to use the momentum of the movement to get the hit to miss or, maybe, dislocate if he was lucky.
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So he rolls with it, years of circus training kicking in as he instead moves closer and spins them both, using Striker to break his fall. With any luck he'll get the other imp pinned beneath him and loosen the grip on his throat, although with how hardy they both are, he knows it won't buy him much time.
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Shit, when's the last time someone actually managed to get him on the ground like this? Been a while, that much he can absolutely say and it's almost impressive. He bares his own teeth at the imp above him, almost taunting in the way he does so, but oddly not pushing him off yet.
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Blitzø shifts his weight, making sure it's not quite so easy for Striker to throw him off, and pauses as his thigh presses against the other imp's groin.
"Hah! Been that fucking long, has it?"
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He's not wrong by any stretch of the imagination, even while rolling his hips up to make that point clear. "What can I say?" Nothing is the answer, especially as he's curious as to how much longer the other imp is going to keep that up.
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He shifts his weight more deliberately now, pushing Striker's legs further open with his own as his tail continues rubbing and teasing against him. He's curious as well how far Striker will let him go, and as the other imp pants again, Blitzø tightens his grip on Striker's throat as he grinds his tail hard against his clothed cock.
"Look who's a fucking needy bitch. Bet you'd love me to bend you over right here where anyone could come by~"