Re: Projectiles

[Rendaz "Flammy"]

It'd seemed Leon had missed the point of his question. Whether it was intentional or not, he didn't know, but he didn't bother to hide his impatient stare.
"If I let go," he sneered, "you'd only continue to be a thorn in my side, you impertinent twit. Unlike you--" He hissed between his gritted teeth. "--I have foresight."

The next time he saw him wandering the corridors, he'd serve as a constant reminder as how he'd been outsmarted by some smarmy kid. He had no particular desire to deal with those feelings.

As he gestured towards the needle, he glowered for a moment, before pulling back his hand outwith the boy's grip. Instead of moving to strike again, he held still, twirling the needle in his hands as his eyes skimmed over it. He addressed the boy again - his red gaze was questioning. "Did you want to find out?" His voice, however, lacked the tone of threat or the sharpness that usually accompanied it. Instead, it seemed... tired. Fed up.

[Leon Barner]

"And if you don't, you just stay there." He shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. Unlike you, I have the upper hand. And yes, I have no intentions of letting you live this down."

Leon didn't make any kind of action to grab at Rendaz's hand once it was pulled from his grasp. He knew it hadn't been a good idea to the ruckarl of the needle. Though, he did still feel that he had the upper hand, so he still wasn't particularly worried about it. "You've got one shot with that. Once it's gone you've nothing else to fall back on. Yeah. You'd probably starve there." His eyebrows creased slightly as another seemed to suddenly dawn on him. "Or maybe you'd be the type to chew through your own ankle."

He gave Rendaz an up and down look, as though evaluating him. "Yeah, that makes more sense. Either way you'd lose something and I wouldn't. Those are the perks of being immortal." His smirk would be best described as smarmy, designed specifically to annoy the dean even further, if it was at all possible. At this point, Leon was beginning to feel the circular structure of the argument. Pretty much the same points. They'd get through eventually.

Of course, the point about being immortal was something of a bluff, and he had noted the gold ring around the ruckarl's horn. As though Rendaz would ever possibly consider using it as a weapon. In any case, whatever effects the liquid in the needle were supposed to have, wouldn't be of consequence to him for too long.

[Rendaz "Flammy"]

His eyebrow quirked upwards at Leon's claim. He had the upper hand? He found it intriguing more than anything else. He seemed... far too confident saying that, especially considering the proximity of his claws and his neck. Perhaps he had another trick up his sleeve that Rendaz was unaware of, one that would almost guarantee a victory. But it went both ways - Leon was also unaware of the tricks up his own sleeve. And he appropriately revelled in that knowledge as the demon dismissed the usefulness of his needle.

And then.... 'immortal'...? He frowned. That complicated things.
Yet at the same time, Rendaz felt that Leon had revealed something... vital. Immortal... did he refer to agelessness, or the lack of death? Or both? Was he completely immune to damage, or would he just heal? That single word had opened up a whole new can of possibilities and variables that had to be considered.

Either way, it could work to his advantage too, if the needle worked on him. He didn't really want to kill this kid. He was definitely not worth getting fired over. He simply sneered at the look Leon gave him. Why, he could simply let loose another fiery breath right into his face, couldn't he?
"You dumbass," he snorted. "The very reason I came up here was so that I could do all of you lousy students a favour. You lost something the moment you started tossin' fruit at me."

He hesitated no more.
With a quick glance at the boy, he thrust the needle forwards, hoping to pierce the skin near the boy's collar where his other hand grasped him. If he was successful, he would squeeze out just half of its contents, and the boy would feel immediate numbness and stiffness all over.

[Leon Barner]

Rendaz had never struck Leon as the type to do anyone any favors. Of course he wasn't. Leon was about to make a retort. Oh, he lost something? He hadn't noticed. The needle came down just as he opened his mouth though.

One went back to the ruckarl's wrist too late to stop the needle from penetrating his neck. The other went to Rendaz's shoulder. He pushed away with both hands in what would certainly be a vain attempt to get the dean to release. It only become gradually more ineffective as the numbness began to overtake his body. Almost on instinct, purple flames were summoned to his hands, even though he'd already noted that fire wasn't very effective against the ruckarl.

Leon said nothing, but gave Rendaz a steely look. If he could just pull away from him before whatever liquid in the needle took full effect, then all would be fine. Or so he believed.

[Rendaz "Flammy"]

Yes. He actually managed to plunge it in.
A dark expression assumed his face as his lips twitched upwards in the faintest hint of a grin. With at least some of the venom injected, there was no need to resume holding the demon. The heat from the flames only invigorated him. Letting out a rusty chuckle, he was satisfied enough to finally stop trying to hold on - both his hand and his shoulder was pushed away.

Then again, the venom might not even work at all. He had claimed to be immortal after all. Heck, he given that he probably wasn't human, he had no idea if the venom would even affect... whatever the heck he was. But it was a chance that he would take, if for the simply fact that he didn't want to deal with this pest any longer.

Completely removing himself from the kid, he made a move to step back, before remembering that his ankle was still trapped within the roof. He would have to do something about that, but for now, he watched the demon. Maybe he'd just retaliate, or fly away and continue pelting him if it didn't work. Or maybe he'd piss off for good.
He sorely hoped that it was the latter.

[Leon Barner]

It took quite a bit of effort on Leon's part to stay on his feet after Rendaz's rough shove, but he just managed. Once free of the Ruckarl's grasp, he summoned his wings and to the air. Being that his wings were purely energy and not muscle, the venom had no effect on them. Flight often involved one's whole body though and not just the wings.

Leon would try to fly expertly enough, however to anyone particularly knowledgeable about the mechanics of flight it would likely appear choppy, as though the needle were having some effect on him. His backpack had two plastic buckles on each of the straps which allowed him to easily take the pack off even when he had his wings out. He unclasped these and rummaged through the pack for a moment, trying to find the best object he could throw at Rendaz right now, however, he got a better idea.

Leon positioned himself to hover above the Ruckarl momentarily and dumped the its remained contents directly over the dean. This included, but was not limited to, two overripe tomatoes, several golf balls and about four or five large eggs. Once the objects stopped falling, Leon took a look inside the pack to be sure that everything had gotten out okay, and he gave a pleased nod at its vacuity.

After emptying the pack, Leon gave a slight wave of farewell to Rendaz before promptly flying off in the direction of the dorms, trying to fly as straight as possible.

[Rendaz "Flammy"]

He watched him fly away. A contemplative frown crossed his face. He had recalled in a previous encounter with Odqura that the venom had reacted near instantly. In fact, in previous 'experiments', even with a building immunity, the effects of paralysis acted quite quickly. There were several reasons: maybe he had missed his mark, or the venom did not affect him. Maybe he hadn't used enough of it. His ill sight failed to pinpoint the slightly off nature of Leon's flight.

What mattered now was that Leon was leaving him now. And if he wasn't, then tough, because Rendaz certainly wasn't going to bother with him any longer. He reasserted his prior claims; he had planned to do him a favour. It was Leon's loss, and certainly not his.

He returned his attention to his trapped foot, or at least, he would've, if it weren't for the sudden downpour of spherical objects. Some of it missed. Most of it hit. He let out a loud, ugly hiss as the projectiles landed, raising his arms to shield himself. They splattered, they shattered, they pinged off him like tiny pellets. With fruit juices and egg yolk dribbling down his forearm, mixing to form the most pungent, sickly smell, he growled miserably, staring at the shape flying off in the distance.
The unfair, sneaky coward.
He seethed for a moment more, clutching his fists tightly... Before releasing them. Of course it was unfair, why would he expect anything else? He could play unfair too. He'd just have to wait.

Doing his best to ignore the smell, he finally focused on the trapped foot. He could deal with this. He'd managed to shift it before, if he could just loosen the surrounding tiles a bit more, he could pull it free. His species were renowned for burrowing through tunnels, surely a roof was no great task. And so he sat, burrowing his claws into the surrounding roof around his foot, spending the next while carefully chipping and digging a bigger space. Eventually, finding himself impatient (and embarrassed), he leaned back, and decided to just put his energy into yanking it out. It shifted, and then with another burst of pain, he finally pulled it free. Not without accidentally shredding some of the skin off his foot. He huffed unhappily at the small red scars. Great.

Standing up, checking once more in the distance to see if that lousy student was still somewhere in sight. He wasn't. Dusting off his coat, he turned away, before walking back towards the stairwell he'd came from.

He hadn't even caught his name.
He didn't care.

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