Hecate vs. Cirno

[Cirno]

As Cirno moved her body into a defensive stance while defending Daiyousei with both hands at each end of her hammer. "If anyone touches Daiyousei i'm killing them no questions asked." She stated flatly as Hecate started to rush the ice fairy with a blood thirsty look; before the Yuki-onna blocks the swing of her swords with her hammer's handle. The swords dug into the handle forcing the ice to get them slightly stuck to the annoyance of Dark Hecate.

"Looks like the child needs to learn her place." Cirno grinned cruelly as she lifted a foot and kicked the ice witch in the gut; causing her breath to escape and the blades to leave the handle. Hecate stumbled backwards as a result before adjusting herself. Nineball spun the hammer in her hands while she started to slowly move forward menacingly.

"I'm going to enjoy hurting your friend after i'm done with you." Hecate's voice was filled with desire, and pleasure as she grinned widely. She started to jog at Cirno. the ice fairy spun around before using the momentum to let Hecate fly across the room into a nearby wall, she wouldn't be suprised if a couple ribs weren't broken. Cirno dropped the Hammer on the ground as she cracked her neck and knuckles clearly bored at the fight Hecate was currently putting up.

Cirno went to walk back to her position in front of Daiyousei; but was soon interrupted by a sword scratching her skin. She flinched out of pure reaction and smirked. "Hecate, you really need to learn how weak you really are." Cirno smirked as she tried to get under Hecate's skin. She let the next few swings connect letting hecate hit some of her less important area's.

"Oh i wont kill you Hecate, maybe break your legs sure but not much more. Also you really are trying huh?" Cirno finally felt a blade enter her side and she breathed heavily before glaring at the evil person icicles and frost forming as a result. "Alright you finally got me mad." She balled up a fist and swung forward going for the gut once more missing barely the woman in question getting a few cuts on her back as a result.

The eternal glacier smirked as she taunted. "Oh looks like the bounty can actually dodge." She tried to dodge as Hecate pushed her offensive, letting the bounty have her fun before she pulled out a spell card. "Now time to crank this fight up a couple notches young one. Ice sign Icicle fall." she says it with slight passion, as she crushed the magical card turning it to a fine icy powder before thrusting both hands out letting the icicles fly at Hecate.

Word count is 457 as said by Wordcounter.net. Sp count is 2/3. Hecate its your turn. 

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate watched with mild interest as the fairy crushed the card. Once the icicles began to form she had a rough idea as to what kind of attack it was. Moving backwards to put some distance between herself and Cirno as quickly as she could she could, the pain in her ribs from the fall of the hammer blow causing her to wince with each step. The ice seemed to fly at her much slower than she expected still as they split off if the center line using her arms to cover the majority of her body. Hecate winced as several of them embedded themselves in her arms and legs without remorse.

Slamming one of her blades into the ground she winced as she withdrew the several shards of ice from her arms, tossing them aside, gripping her blade once again she took a step forward, then another, and once more. the smile on her face was unmistakable. She was enjoying this....

"Feeling anything yet?" She asked Cirno as she waited for the fairy to realize that every wound she had so far inflicted was not only not bleeding, but also layered in ice.

She didnt say another word, opting to keep her energy for fighting, just as the other her told Warren before "Using a sword is just about cutting your opponent down." She thought to herself, shoving aside the pain in her limbs as she began a dash to get up close to Cirno. Swinging her blades with fervor. The first strike coming in from her left arm, despite it being her dominant arm she wanted to keep Cirno's hammer occupied. Almost as if on cue Cirno raised her hammer to block the strike. Without waiting to feel the impact of blade upon hammer handle Hecate swing the blade in her right arm in a wide arc catching cirno in the side once again. The cut shallow, Hecate moved with fluidity swinging in from opposite sides raining in a flurry of blows. making small cuts each time her blade made contact.

A hammer to the gut dropped Hecate to a knee as Cirno retaliated by ramming the head of her hammer into her gut again.

Hecate coughed as the second hammer blow fell upon her before shakily getting back up. moving backwards once again giving herself a bit of distance from the fairy, but also to put Cirno in front of Daiyousei once more. The wicked smile grew wide as she began to channel. A large ball of ice formed above her head. A loud Crack sounded off as the ball shattered into large shards of ice.

"How important is she to you?" Dark Hecate asked as the shards shot at Daiyousei.

454 words according to Wordcounter.net 3/3 SP available.
Cirno's turn

[Dane Regan]

Clarrification/Disclaimer: Despite me using your fight for a prompt, me and Warren are doing out 1v1 seperately. This ain't gonna be a 2v2, and besides this post I'm ignoring you guys (besides odd references to clashes of metal or yelling and stuff like that happening in the background)

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's (provisional) roster is (nerfed down from level 6 to roughly the same total OM as Warren, i.e. from 7 TEC down to 5 TEC):
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Name: Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX
Spent OM: 11100
Consumed OM: 300
Proficiencies (1000): Physical Strength (1000)
Powers (1000/8000): Suppression (1000)
Moves (300): Ōdachi (300)
Super Moves (0):
Transformations (0):
Assists (0):
Items: Mobile Dataverse Device (100), Communicator (200)
Artefacts:
Bases:  Parents' Basement (Coruscant, T3)
Unlocks (8500): Stat Upgrade III (7000), Base (1000), VR Station (500)
Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 3
TEC: 5

Ōdachi (300) Requires: Physical Strength

A 68 inch (172cm) long Japanese sword. The blade is 50 inches (127cm) long, and slightly curved (see the picture above). Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX uses this more for individual strong swift attacks than faster flurries of blows. Is he is ever found without it, he can simply draw it out of thin air from an invisible sheath held in his hand. This requires 2 of seconds of light focus where he can move and act as usual, but can't use other moves. This isn't interrupted if he takes damage unless it's a large amount (like a super attack). After drawing his sword like this, he can't do it again for an hour.[/spoiler]

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's appearance:
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Warren's appearance (with his fancy armour):
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Warren seemed tense, yet calculating. Not something smart, he didn't look like he was plotting. Rather, he had the appearance of someone trying to solve advanced calculus in their head. Trying to decide his cause of action. That much was obvious to Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX. The older prime had claimed to hold honour highly at one point prior, so perhaps he wasn't planning on double-teaming Hecate-sama - but it was still a possibility. One Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX planned to prevent, should Warren get any ideas.

Instinctively, his eyes tracked the fight, flickering back to Warren every couple of seconds. He smirked. The small girl was strong, and Hecate-sama was taking hits. From a practical standpoint, Cirno was winning. But, from Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's standpoint, his waifu would be the victor. Sure, she was bleeding a little bit, but that was just part of her plan - give her aggressor false confidence before smashing them into the fucking ground. He grinned gleefully, his mind running through the many possibilities. Would Hecate-sama plunge her sword through a gap in Cirno's guard and impale the girl? Would she strike a leg or arm and cripple the fairy, then toy with her and shatter her hope?

Yet, despite how much he was loving all of this, he was starting to feel a tad left out - stuck on the sidelines with an old dude and a crippled little girl...

...until Hecate-sama fired her own explosion of icy shards. He didn't mind taking some splash damage - it was for a good cause; situated on the fringe of the target area, he did have a split second choice to make. Dodge out of the way, or help his waifu further. Technically, he wasn't intervening in their duel, just dealing with some future problems a little bit. Without wasting a moment, he flicked his wrist, throw his ōdachi high into the air. Meanwhile, with his other hand, he roughly reached out and pulled Warren in front of him, using the suddenness of the motion to his advantage. The man had no time to react and was unable to break free immediately after being pulled off balance. Paying no attention to Cirno or the other kid, or even his beloved Hecate-sama, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX gripped firmly and ducked his head. Practicality had its place, and sadly for him, that place was right now.

Warren barely had time to struggle, one bolt of ice stabbing into his shoulder and two more into his chest. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX felt a faint tingle as a forth scraped across his upper left arm, and Warren's too. Just a scratch. He could take much more than that. But, while he could feel his strength was greater than that of the Quarterback of Chaos, he definitely couldn't hold the struggling man without getting hurt. Reacting swiftly while he still had control, he shoved the dude away and reached out with his arm. His hand clenched, timed perfectly enough to wrap around the handle of his falling weeb sword.

He rotated his wrist, swirling the pristine blade and using it to cover the temporary gap he'd created in their fight. Both hands were steadied, and his arms were relaxed, ready to cast the steel down on a moment's notice.

With a curled frown and a rough grunt of pain, Warren span around to face him, tapping a button on his wrist. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX could only return the glare with a wide, unnerving smile. Euphoria shone from his face as he gazed lovingly at the beautiful, translucent jagged shards of ice piercing the prime's mortal flesh, spawning distorted rainbows. A shroud of black nanobots (or something similar) materialised around Warren's body, snapping off the ice fragments and covering his wounds.

"You utter imbecile," screeched a voice through the encompassing black helmet. It sounded slightly altered, but it still matched Warren.

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX shrugged, whatever armour the prime had would be useless against his mad skills™. "Says the nerd trying to-" he stepped forward, swinging his blade down hard. Interrupting his own witty banter™ was worth it to get an attack off, even if Warren was easily able to dodge. Heck, anyone could have dodged. That was the point. 

Eyes trained on his foe's movements, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX flicked his blade to the side, catching Warren's shin during the dodge. It wasn't a solid hit, but it sliced through the armour and drew specs of red blood, tainting his sword. There was a faint flash of light a moment later, so Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX stepped back, restoring his fighting stance.

"You'll regret this." Warren threatened, duplicates of Hecate-sama's swords brandished in his hands.

"No, you." Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX lunged, feinting a sideways swing but flicking it down overhead. It nicked Warren's shoulder before the man cast it away, deflecting it with his own steel. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX steadied himself, preparing another strike and maintaining melee range.

800 words.

[James Knight]

The battle was not one that Warren had expected to be dragged into. In all honesty, what he had expected was that whoever had answered the bounty would be able to work Omnilium and seal away Dark Hecate permanently, so he wouldn't have to deal with her. This was not what actually occurred, nor would it be likely to occur. As the ice stabbed into his shoulder, and then his chest, Warren refused to give Yandere Lover the satisfaction of hearing him scream in pain despite it feeling like a million lances made out of lava had been inserted into his body. No, that was not an apt description for what this felt like. It was more like someone had distilled the sun into a liquid, and then injected it into his blood stream. Short story? It hurt. It hurt a lot. And Warren did not like feeling hurt. Mental note, the attacks of other Primes could hurt you. 

As he was slashed by Yandere Lover, Warren had to give the guy props. Really he had not expected the Secondary to possess the gumption to attack him of his own volition. Nor had he anticipated that the individual would have the brass cahones needed to do so. Perhaps it was time he cut loose and showed the guy just what happened when you messed with Warren Zimmer. Yes, that sounded like a smart plan to do, honestly because the Quarterback of Chaos was done messing around. Victory required that he attack with every bit of his power, and strength. 

After an attack from Yandere Lover nicked his shoulder again, Warren frowned beneath the black metallic helmet that covered his head and held gray trim on it. It was time he went on the offensive, and so on the offensive he went, swinging one of the replicas of Hecate's swords in a feint aimed for the neck, while the other was aimed at the ribs of Yandere Lover, in an attempt to go right for a severely damaging blow. The Quarterback of Chaos would use his acrobatic skills to move himself out of the range of any further attacks from his opponent to give him breathing room, but only for a second. Dissipating the swords that he had, the replicas of Hecate's weapon, Warren decided to go with something he was a bit more competent at using, and that required less skill to use. Specifically, a weapon that was of Anticorian descent that he had discovered in the Omniverse, the Chaotic Quarter Spear Staff. More specifically, he fired a beam of energy from it at his opponent because he had set it to blaster mode instead of the melee mode the spear was normally used in by him. 

"You're going to die."  stated Warren, rasping because of the sharp sensations felt from the wounds he had from Hecate, and Yandere's offensives, well more Hecate's Splash Damage, and Yandere's offensives. Should his attack be successful, Warren would start to charging something up. It was past time this fight got ended, and he had only one move that could possibly take down Yandere Lover. The Foot Bomb may be a prototype, but he was going to use it against his opponent. Still it was going to take more time than the other attacks had in order to properly charge them up, and so for now he'd have to go on the evasive against Yandere Lover. Really, it was not a good idea to do so for prolonged periods of time. At some point he was going to have to work on increasing his own skills so he could beat opponents like this without even so much as breaking a sweat. 

Sadly this battlefield was not the best one for the two of them to begin to fight in. For one thing, there was another fight going on. Chances are Dark Hecate would waste no time firing off another barrage of those lethal icicles at him, or Yandere Lover by accident, so he needed to put an end to their battle quickly. In addition he had to hope that the battle would not draw the attention of any Imperials because he really didn't want to deal with that time wasting stuff right now. There were a battle to be won, and he had to focus on it. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Warren banished his worries from his mind before focusing on the task at hand. 

Once the Foot Bomb had been successfully made, Warren kicked it without any fanfare over to where Yandere Lover was. Hopefully it would work. If it didn't, they were going to be in trouble should the battle get worse. So now, Warren waited.

[Cirno]

So one thing, First off Cirno is in her Yuki-onna form (forgot to say that for the first post.) Sorry if i confused people with that.

 As Cirno saw the ball of ice crack and then heard Dark Hecate ask the ice fae who important she is to her. She dropped the hammer before using her body to cover Daiyousei with her body; as the icicles dig into her making her grind her teeth in pain. She wouldn’t give the bitch the pleasure of seeing her in pain, so once the icicles stopped she left the sun fairy’s side to turn while forming her own ball of ice with a wide grin.

Once formed she tossed it, not caring for the pain from the wear and tear of the battle; and the ice forming on her body after each strike. She could hear the grunt of pain from hecate as the small ice shards tore into her doing surface damage. A look of annoyance was on Cirno’s face as she started to miss quite hard from her icicles she was firing. After a few seconds she opted to stop firing and go back to melee combat.

Hecate came in for another few slashes before jumping away much to the chagrin of Cirno. As Hecate came in to go for another few cuts; Cirno moved to the side before wrapping her arm around hecate’s neck and the other holding onto the wrists albeit not very strongly. Cirno grinned as Dark Hecate tried to struggle with little success much to her anger and yelling.

“Let me go you bounty hunter!” Hecate screamed and shouted as she was being taught a lesson. Cirno frowned she started to talk cold, clearly, and angry.

“Now young one, You knew what would happen if you messed with my friend who can’t even defend herself well. I should kill you but if the one who was well mannered young one is still there, now it would be a shame to kill them.” Cirno’s voice was fully venom filled and ready to murder Hecate and they both knew it; the only saving graces Dark hecate had to her name were her good side and Warrens bounty requirements.

Dark hecate grinned as she grew slack for a couple seconds before breaking free once again. Cirno frowned as she started to float in the air crossing her arms her hair whipping behind her as if an wind was only affecting her. “Now let me tell you something. I am the embodiment of ice, snow and glaciers. I have lived for millenium and i have seen nations rise and fall and species die by my hand. Your not much different from my first few versions, who were nothing but a eternally hungering forces.”

She landed back down yawning as Hecate was boring her. “Also even my friend was more fun than you when we fought. She shook her head lazily as Hecate attacked her once more only to get punched hard in the jaw causing her to stumble back. She walked forward slowly forcing Hecate to retreat albeit slowly.

It wasn’t an inherent problem right now but the ice forming was starting to make things a bit more difficult to deal with altogether. She started to pull some of the more easily grabable ice pieces off slightly wincing although only she could tell. She once done with it continued to defend and attack against the soldier of Vestura.

She pulled out another spell card and forced to to activate, icicles digging into Hecate’s body once more. “Tell me when you want to yield and i’ll stop.” Cirno said this passively giving Hecate a out if she so wished.

Word count is 591 according to Wordcounter.net; Cirno is down to 1/3 sp and its Hecate's turn. 

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate nearly laughed at the girl who was asking her to give up. shaking her head she winced as she drew the first of many icicles out of her arm licking the crimson blood of it before tossing the icy projectiles to the ground. She was in a great deal of pain, the wounds but her face didn't show any of it, in fact, it had been a long time since Hecate had felt the near ecstatic levels of pain she now felt. She knew how much a human body could take, and she knew she was getting dangerously close to that point. She knew she was going to need to rely on her speed if she was to stand any form of a chance.

"I yield" She said as she slid her weapons into the scabbards on her side and back slowly and deliberately she walked towards Cirno counting each step and each second as she got close she held her hands out ahead of her like a prisoner secretly slipping her fingertips into the grey wrappings on her right arm as she got closer and closer she stumbled to add to the illusion as she fell to a knee, she seized the handle of the combat knife hidden in the wrappings preparing herself by focusing on the weapon now tightly clenched in her strong arm. When she got up she lunged forward ripping the purple blade free of the wrappings and slashing at Cirno’s right arm savagely. Blood sprayed out splashing across Hecate’s face as the blade bit into Cirno’s flesh. In an instant the knife changed from it's knife form into an elegant rapier, hecate wasted no time to savor the warmth of the blood spray as she spun the blade in her hand around and drove the sharp tip into Cirno's wounded arm. Without her hammer she had little defence to stop the coming onslaught of stabs coming from Hecate's weapon. Stab stab stab Hecate's face strained with each thrust as she shifted from the arm to the chest of the fairy. Cirno shifted to the defensive as the deception had bought her off guard if only a little. She hadn't expected Hecate to resort to such underhanded tactics. Even with her bare hands Cirno was still much stronger and hearty than the faster but more wounded Hecate and her heavy handed fists still struck home driving Hecate back again and again with each blow. Shots to Hecate's broken rib seemed to be favored as hecate finally broke off the attack. The element of surprise was only able to do so much, though Hecate hoped the numerous stab wounds would be enough to turn the tide.

Cirno wasted no time retaliating for the sneak attack “ you stupid bitch!” Cirno yelled as she took to the sky to rain ice from above. The first of many more large icicles began raining down towards Hecate who struggled to evade and was pelted by several of the large projectiles. Hecate stumbled slightly, the wounds and blood loss taking a toll on her, still she fought on, glad that the fairy had taken to the sky, now she could go after the one weakness Hecate knew of, daiyousei. Hecate charged the wounded fairy her blade flashing as she lunged hoping to catch her in the side. Her stab was blocked by Cirno who tackled hecate from above. The pair struggled the ground for several seconds neither able to gain any ground on the other. Amidst the grunting and sounds of struggle hecate focused on the thin rapier as it changed back into its base form of a combat knife. The sounds of steel on steel could be heard as Warren fought with the mysterious stranger in the distance but Hecate paid it no mind.

The white stone cobbles of the ground we're being stained red from the blood being spilt by the two combatants. The ground battle came to an abrupt close as Cirno threw Hecate away from the scrap. Hecate was slow to get up as she struggled to her feet. Her hands empty she drew the long blades from her side and back once more forced to use the weapons.

Her knife now lodged in Cirno’s right shoulder was pulled out without ceremony by the fairy and threw it down. Hecate wasted no time summoning forth another large sphere of ice and directing the resulting shards at Cirno’s friend once more.

744 words according to wordcounter
3/3 SP available

[Dane Regan]

A still dispersal of crimson red had trickled from a shallow gash on Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's chest, each droplet now suspended within the frozen emulsion of blood and ice. The burning smell of seared flesh and cotton Acting through the dull pain, he suppressed the urge the shiver, eyeing up his foe. Muscles beginning to burn from the familiar sensation of lactic acid build up, he calmed his nerves for a moment. He'd suffered a flesh wound and a singed shoulder - that was nothing.

He lunged forward, kicking speckles of dirt off the ground and thrusting the tip of his blade forward. It wasn't a stabbing weapon, he just wanted to close the distance and force Warren to dodge. The prime wasn't faster than he was, just more gymnastic. If he wanted to tire himself out by inefficiently flipping his way out of attacks, he was welcome to. One slash followed another as Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX hacked at the prime, digging into skin.

Two steps back.

That was his rule. Never step back more than twice. Move sideways. Push back forward. Do anything but move back twice. You'd only let your opponent build more momentum, forcing you to speed up as well. And, the faster you were going, the harder it was to dodge.

A mistake Warren Zimmer had made throughout his quest for respite, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX thought. He might be able to flip, but with every athletic dodge, he made it increasingly easier for Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX to learn his style and pursue him further.

Another nick, another flick of red, another minor victory.

Perhaps he could have been more aggressive, putting force into his blade rather than simply aiming to hit, but he was a tactician. A master of the sword. Such a reckless mauver would leave him open. He was playing the long game, not knowing what any of Warren's tech did.

Twisting his blade, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX caught Warren's shin mid-jump but made the mistake of allowing his foe to resurge, leaving just a little too much time between that swing and the one that followed, perfectly in time with the activation of Warren's plan.

A flood of nanobots and lasers poured from the older prime's watch, instantly forming a patchy semi-crystalline purple football with odd wires and flashing lights. It gave off the appearance of being heavy, but to Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's surprise, Warren dropped it, then kicked it. Hard.

Reacting on instinct, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX stepped forward, swinging his blade down and aiming to deflect the metal. 

Instead of the resounding ding he expected, a rocketing BANG crashed through his eardrums; the explosion reverberated through his blade and punched into his chest. Warren didn't fare much better, being only an extra pace away and wounded by his own weapon due to Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's advance.

In the broken shell of the remnants, a sickly purple smog hissed, crackling out of the mechanism and swiftly dispersing through the air. His arms ached, and scraps of his shirt were incinerated, but surprisingly his fedora remained unharmed, his cloak billowing in the wind dramatically. Instead of avoiding the toxins, he ran forward, ribs and lungs protesting with every step as faint trickles of blood dripped from his chest, the vaporised ice no longer quelling the wound. His mind felt a little woozy from the gas, unfocused, but his mother's cooking was a thousand times worse - this was nothing. 

Hefting his blade, he cast Warren's counter-thrust to the side and closed in, slamming his elbow into the prime's nose before following up with a loose swing at the man's legs, again adding another sharp cut. Twisting and turning the steel, he stayed close, too close for an eight-foot spear to be effective, too close for his sword to truly be of use.

With a smirk, he shook his head back, letting the fedora fall to the ground before ducking and straightening his legs, thrusting the top of his head into Warren's chin. The moment he floundered back Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX wielded his blade with all his might, cleaving it through the armour and carving a strong upwards diagonal groove over Warren's chest.

Having put all his force into the blow, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX stepped back, breathing deeply now that he'd escaped the fog cloud. Panting lightly, he raised his head, looking Warren in the eyes, smirking. "Your gonna die, old man."

With a grunt, he closed the distance between them once again. Warren held his ground, firing a blast of purple with his spear, but his aim was so telegraphed that it was trivial for Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX to twist his body to the side, moving in close enough to swing his sword down, not feinting like he had with many other strikes.

Steel clashed against steel, locking together; Warren's heels sunk into the weak ground as Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX began to steadily apply more force, overpowering his foe.

800 words

[Cirno]

Cirno breathed slowly as she let the icicles head straight for Daiyousei and headed directly for Hecate. The soldier’s eyes widened as the ice fairy had essentially tossed protecting her friend in her anger against the queen of ice and blood. She raised her hands forward and started to move forward firing without really aiming giving a whole new name to ‘bullet hell’.

Hecate overwhelmed by the oversized icicles started taking hits way too often for comfort. Cirno stopped firing to catch her breath as she started to walk over to Hecate who had pulled out her swords once again. 

Cirno as she was ready to go back into combat with Hecate, could feel her tablet buzz so she did the one thing anyone who was in the middle of a fight would reasonably do. She raised a single finger before looking to see who texted her. “I’ll just be a second then we can continue.” She said this with a bit of boredom as she looked at the text from Clownpiece.  Cirno went to start typing looking every so often to make sure hecate didn’t do anything against Daiyousei.

Once she posted a reply to Clownpiece she put the tablet away slightly surprised that Hecate let her be that rude. She smirked as she fired and missed hecate’s body by a couple inches. “Hey bounty hunter you missed me by a couple inches to the ri-.” Hecate was promptly cut off with a icicle hitting her in the head causing her to tip over and fall down a bit comically.

“Oh that was fun Hecate, mind if you do that again?” Cirno said with a clear grin on her face as she actually felt she could win this fight. She grew slightly annoyed at the thought of Clownpiece killing something that big and decided to hurry this fight up so the stupid hell fairy wouldn’t take all the glory. “Hey uh Hecate mind if we move this along, i got a giant monster to kill, and i’m a busy woman so . . .” Cirno could feel a couple new wounds on her body as Hecate added them to her and somehow Cirno’s clothing was not ripped to shreds from the general fight.

Cirno calculated where the ice queen would strike next; and swung wildly in hopes of maybe taking her out as this fight has dragged on long enough. She thankfully connected with the Sternum causing Hecate to stumble back. Cirno pushed her advantage by grabbing the sides of Hecate’s head before slamming the girl’s head into her knee.

Cirno waited for Dark Hecate to get her head back in the fight before she let the soldier go to attack some more not wasting energy trying to stop a attack that she most likely won’t protect against. She could feel ice form on her body as Hecate started to just strike and jump back before striking once more.

Cirno could see the end nearing as the two of them were pushing to there limits endurance wise. Cirno could clearly see that while she was exhausted from lugging that hammer around; Hecate was just as if not more exhausted than the eternal blizzard and was more hurt in her opinion. "i should of gone for breaking a leg to cripple her fighting capabilities . . ." Cirno mused this as she snapped her attention back to the fight.

"The final curtain call is coming up i hope you know this Hecate, so give it your best to try and stop me. So try to make this interesting for me in the last few minutes!" She pulled out one last card before it turned into snow.  Cirno trusted her hands forward to giving Hecate a finale she deserved.

Word count as said by Wordcounter.net is 628 and cirno like the last two posts has used Ice sign icicle fall making her sp count at 0/3. When Hecate finishes her post we will have finished our fight (besides the post for the winner to decide if they are sparing or killing the loser).

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate winced as yet again more of the small icicles came hurtling at her. Her body was entirly peppered with wounds from the countless small projectiles that had been fired at her. Enough was enough she thought as she focused once more on Cirno, the small creature had the nerve to talk down to her? The nerve to come into her home, come and talk down to her. This was unacceptable. Tightening her blood soaked hands around the blades of her words she charged in stabbing at Cirno with one blade and sweeping the second in an arc aiming to decapitate the fairy. One blade bit flesh the other hit nothing but air as Cirno dodged the lethal blow. Hecate stumbled forward unable to continue as she turned around at the equally blood soaked fairy. Propping herself up on one of her swords she once again called upon her ice powers to create the large sphere of ice. "Suffer my wrath whore." She said with the same grin she had kept the entire fight.

In an instant the sphere shattered once more, sending sharp fragments of ice hurtling through the air at Cirno with frightening speed. Using the last of her energy she charged in using her speed to get in close to Daiyousei holding her sword to her throat as she took the second fairy hostage. Hecate blinked, blood from the wounds on her head was clouding yet vision. Or was it the blood loss? Hecate couldn't tell. "Stand down .....girl or.... She...gets it...." Hecate said drowsily. She hoped the wounds she had given Cirno would cause her to stumble first… she had a feeling it was not enough.

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[James Knight]

As the pressure mounted against him because of his numerous injuries that he had received over the course of the battle, Warren realized he may need to work on his fighting style. It was something he knew he needed to improve, but this situation cemented it. As he was now, he stood no chance of survival against Yandere Lover unless he resorted to incredibly cheap shots against him. Yet getting the set up required to perform any of the moves was not possible in his current situation. While he may not be as strong as Yandere Lover, Warren was more acrobatic than Yandere Lover was, and that was a good thing that he could use. Yandere Lover was stronger physically, but Warren... Warren knew what he was capable of. Yandere Lover depended on that sword of his, and that meant that if the sword were out of the game, Warren had the advantage. Figuring out what to do, Warren flipped over the head of Yandere Lover, but got a cut from the blade as he did so. Really the blade hurt when it cut, but it was a minor wound and could be healed later once he upgraded his base. A decent medical lab would be nice but for now he had to focus on the task at hand. His flip had landed him directly behind Yandere Lover, and before Yandere Lover could get a chance to turn around, Warren delivered a sharp kick at the back of the knees. Not only dd this cause a deeply satisfying grunt to escape the lips of Yandere Lover but it also made him drop his sword. As he scrambled to retrieve the sword, Warren summoned the spear once more, and threw it aiming at the shoulder of the arm that carried the sword, in an attempt to make it to where he would be weakened.

The blade of Yandere Lover was a sword that he was going to have to exterminate. It had tasted his blood far too many times, and had injured him. The wounds on his chest were not about to thank him for what he was about to do to Yandere Lover. Dashing at him, Warren attempted to tackle Yandere Lover, and if successful, summoned one of the Saishyu Replicas, before trying to stab it through his back. "Scratch that, and reverse it Yandere Lover. You're dead, and I'm going to stay alive," panted Warren Zimmer. The exertion was beginning to get to him. Truly he did not have long to finish this fight before he would pass out from blood loss.

[Dane Regan]

Some overlap with Warren's post

With his knee already bent, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX rolled forward, picking up his sword as he tumbled intentionally. Just as he was about to steady himself back to his feet, a large spear gored his right shoulder, digging in but not piercing the whole way through. With a grunt, he jerked his torso, letting it fall out of its own accord. Blood pooled down his back, but through sheer force of will, or simply adrenaline, his movements were mostly uninhibited. Parts of the solid bone were exposed, and a congealed mess of red gunk glutted out through the gap, clotting and lumpy as torn clumps of tissue joined it. 

Firmly clasping his ōdachi with both hands, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX twisted around almost instantly, shifting his stance to favour his left. He swivelly his wounded shoulder experimentally, only to be met head-on by his charging foe. He chanced a swing, but Warren closed in too quickly for it to connect. Holding his sword solely with his right hand, he lifted his left, throwing a hook square on Warren's temple - just as the prime had summoned his ice sword once again. A fake. An insult to his Waifu.

They rolled, each trying to scrappily shank the other with blades too large for the job. A fresh coating of crimson was cast over the grass, dirt, and shrubbery, shifting to a more dilute orange as it mixed with the ever-present jungle dew of the greens. Knees, heads, elbows, and fists cracked - neither could land a solid strike throughout the brawl. Both had keen eyes, searching for an opening.

Deft fingers flicked over a watch, pressing a button on the side. It glowed faintly, just out of Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's vision. The wannabe samurai grunted, ducking his head down and thrusting it forward, smashing Warren's already bleeding nose. The bone shattered, snapping to the side. Making a clear effort to avoid howling in pain, the middle-aged prime raised his arms, dropping his sword and trying to protect his face by pushing away Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's head with blood-soaked hands.

Instead of fighting the losing battle of neck vs hands, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX thrust an open palm down on Warren's throat - the curve from his first finger to his thumb clamping down and shifting up to the man's jawline. Coughing and choking, the Quarterback of Chaos slapped the wrist away with his now unoccupied hands, causing Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's thumb to scratch over his throat but giving him the much-needed opportunity to breathe.

Not letting up the scuffle, Warren tried to swing out a hook of his own. It was easily blocked, but the prime managed to roll on top, closing his hand into a fist and bringing it down with a very obvious yet strong strike. It connected with Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's left forearm, glancing off and making both of their arms ache from the recoil.

In the brief respite from his parry, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX weakly flicked his right wrist, sending the steel blade into Warren's side. It drew a long shallow cut, scraping through his foe's armour like it was a cardboard box - rough yet easily pierced.

Grunting and rolling off, untangling from the brawl, Warren steadied his wrist. The watch made a faint ding noise, pulsating and glowing a vibrant pink-purple. With little warning, his target dodged as best as he could. A laser shot out, flying the short distance from Warren's wrist to Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's twisting chest. It dug in, firing with a crackle and searing into his side, just below his ribs. The wound seared shut, flesh burning, pain wracking through his brain.

Shakily, his clasped his sword, prying himself to his feet with the help of a tree. He could tell he was going to wake up with a lot of bruises tomorrow, but Warren still looked to be a worse off - namely from his open chest wound. He panted, each of them staring their foe down. The faint shattering of ice and the clanging of steel rang out in the distance, quieter than the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX cracked his neck, watching Warren create his spear for the third time today. Dodging to the side and easily evading a blast of purple, he stumbled in, firmly grasping his weeb sword with both hands so it reflected the sunlight just right. Menacingly reflecting it into his foe's eyes. It was time to end this. He sidestepped a spear thrust, then moved on the offensive, raining down one heavy blow after another, barely giving Warren any time to dodge. He knew the feeling - sluggish arms and legs. It was much, much easier to hit than be hit.

Hack.

Slash.

Cleave.

Ssschting.

Clang.

Nicks littered Warren's sides, and the purple covering of his spear fell to the ground in tatters. Snarling, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX lashed out, kicking Warren's wounded chest.

800 words again. Woo.

[James Knight]

Each of the brutal blows dealt out by the Yandere Lover hit, along with the kick. Warren decided then it was time to do what did not come naturally because he had to get out of this situation. His chances at victory were slim to none, and Warren knew he was going to develop more equipment for himself after this - that was all there was to it. Quite simply put, the time had come to not stick around a moment longer. Sure if he were a hero, he would likely stay and fight. Primes could regenerate after all, but Warren really didn't want to fool with it. Still he was not going to surrender because Warren did not like to lose to someone this pathetic. To be defeated by Yandere Lover was a crime in and of itself because Warren simply knew the guy was an imbecile. Forcing his weak, and tired, and miserable body to stand up Warren did one attack pouring all that he could into the one attack. Summoning the replicas he had made of the swords wielded by Hecate, Warren began a series of brutal slashes of his own with the blades. Sure his slashes were weaker than that of Yandere Lover, but Warren was putting forth the effort in order to make sure that he survived the oncoming situation. And even if he didn't, he'd be back to full strength in practically no time at all, anyway, right? So all he had to do was bide his time and get strong enough to recover. Warren channeled every bit of his strength he could, pushing forward,  and slashing in a frenzy at Yandere Lover. Now he was not playing around anymore, but was going on the offense. Of course the reason he was not playing around was that he intended on surviving the battle. 

As Yandere Lover tried to take a step back, Warren was upon him pummeling him with the pommel of one of the blades in the stomach before attempting to slice one of his arms with another. A head butt was done by Warren on Yandere Lover. This was followed by a kick to the gonads of Yandere Lover by Warren Zimmer. The relentless assault by the Quarterback of Chaos continued, his every effort put forward to pummel the person into submission so that he could survive. Only one of them could survive this after all, and Warren intended on it being him. Warren was hell bent on surviving because it was the only thing he could do. On the off chance Omni had been wrong about the regenerative abilities possessed by the Primes, Warren refused to go out like this. His pride would not allow him to fall to a nerd like Yandere Lover, no certainly not. Nor would his pride allow Dark Hecate to continue bringing trouble down on his home. 

"I'm not..."  Warren pushed his tired body even harder. "DONE YET!"  Warren continued his vicious assault on Yandere Lover despite the multitude of injuries that he possessed, he was not going to yield. Warren refused to submit, because he couldn't allow it. He wouldn't allow himself to lose to someone. Sure forcing himself to keep going like this was far from the wisest course. Yet it was the only way he could see survival happening in this case. There was after all a lot more that he needed to do in the Omniverse, things he could not do if he allowed himself to be defeated here and now. As such, the Quarterback of Chaos did not allow himself to yield. 


As Yandere Lover came and swung that long sword of his, Warren moved to one side. This allowed him to dodge the strike, and then he switched weapons. The weapon he now wielded was his NFL-R, which he charged up as he dodged yet another slash, and then another from Yandere Lover. Once he had dodged the 3 slashes of that long sword, he fired the NFL-R at Yandere Lover, staggering him. With him staggered like that, Warren Zimmer began a vicious series of blows, having switched to his spear. These blows were ones used with the "shaft" of the spear, aimed at the ribs, head, abdomen, groin and many other places on Yandere Lover. Warren was done. Done running. Done cowering. Done hiding in fear. From now on that side of him could go jump off a cliff. Gone was the cowardice he once possessed, replaced by a fire that burned deeply inside him. Warren now wanted to win, and would do his best to do so.  "A shame you're gonna lose, Yandere Lover. Oh wait, no it isn't! Hope you're smarter later!" 

[Cirno]

As Cirno looked at Hecate as she placed her knife against the fairy’s neck she formed the hammer before slowly walking over to the queen of blood and ice. She was exhausted and needed to rest; but first Hecate needed to be dealt with. Cirno touched her left arm only to look and see her hand drenched in blood. She slowly put two and two together as she continued to walk towards Hecate who was exhausted enough that she could still hurt Daiyousei if she didn’t want to.

Cirno tensed up before making a rush for Hecate her wounds opening up further naturally. She wrapped her arm around Hecate’s body before pulling her away from the big fairy screaming in pain. Hecate soon laid on the ground breathing slowly as cirno had caused her to finally yeild albeit at a great cost. Cirno sat down as Daiyousei walked over to the ice fairy.

Cirno looked over before giving a weak smirk. “I-ill be fine Daiyousei It’s not serious.” She tried to calm down her friend to no avail. As her friend was already taking her dress off much to the embarrassment of the ice fairy. “C-can we at least do this somewhere private?” Daiyousei nodded as she picked up Hecate before heading with Cirno to a random room where she could  work on the two in peace.

Soon Daiyousei was cleaning out Hecate’s wounds after taking her weapons and storing them elsewhere. She then started to wrap fresh gauze around her major wounds and cuts; before moving onto Cirno who was already busy doing medical care on herself and continuing on her.

“What am i going to do with you Cirno, One of these days your going to get yourself in really deep shit and i’m not going to be able to help you out.” Cirno sighed as she was silent and once daiyousei had bandaged her wounds she got up slowly before looking at Hecate. She shook her head as she grabbed her dress and put it on. “I’m heading off to Clownpiece to go hunt a giant monster. Your free to do whatever Daiyousei.” Cirno before leaving turned back to Hecate one last time and said normally. “If you want to murder the thing im meeting up with people at Darkshire come or don’t i really don’t care.”

With those words said she left for Darkshire and Clownpiece. Soon passing through the portal and on her way to the pale moors hopefully. Daiyousei soon headed back to Camelot to maybe gain a bit of pocket change for the two of them by foraging for stuff or even making stuff.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate was slow to get up, the bed where she was being treated was more comfy than the ground. the blinked her blue eyes several times with a blatant sense of disbelieving. her body was in more pain than she remembered being in since the first night of her training. Sitting up she looked around, she was inside the room where she had told Cirno to treat her friend. She couldn't remember much of what had transpired after that, other than that her dark side had come out. clearly it had bit off more than it could chew as she felt around her rib cage.

pain in most of her body as small scabs peppered every inch of her body. How she wasn't dead Hecate didn't know but she was glad she was still alive.

The events had reinforced her resolve to get stronger, not only did she need to get stronger to win any fights from any more would be attackers, but now she had to get strong enough to keep her dark side at bay.

she looked around, she remembered seeing Warren and one other person, but she wasn't sure of what had happened to either.

[Dane Regan]

Ssschlik-ching.

Shwooosh.

K-klunk.

"You... you dun goofed." Blood trickled from Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's jaw, yet he allowed himself one final smirk. With a flick of his blade, Warren's spear had been cast spiralling to the side, crashing into a tree. A small cloud of dirt festered in the air, spawned from the duo's vicious footwork.

Swiftly, before his body could stumble, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX twisted his upper body to the side putting his whole weight into the blow.

Krr-psssvtvtvtvt.

Blunt metal smashed through Warren's armour, shattering the watch on his wrist into a dispersal of blue shards. Black nanobots fizzed, falling away in clumps. Like multiple black scabs being torn from a fresh wound, the brought the sticky gloopy sludge of drying blood with them. Within moments, the composite material dissolved, bubbling as if the very air was acidic. 

Warren grunted, hissing in pain and clutching his wrist. If Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX had to guess, it was probably broken if the odd crooked angle it sat at was any indication.

Gritting his teeth, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX thrust his sword down, piercing the older Prime's food and almost sending him falling to his knees. He managed to stay standing, limping and swaying from side to side. Face pale from blood loss.

"Come on, I've got someone for you to meet."

Battered, bludgeoning wounds and sharp fine cuts decorated Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's skin. His mother was going to be so mad. With shallow painful breaths, he reached out and grabbed Warren's bad wrist, twisting it and dragging him along.

Warren howled, almost crashing down to the ground once he needed his bad leg to help move. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX ignored it. If the prime died on the way, it wasn't like anyone would care. He'd respawn and just get salty or something - that's what primes usually did. 

The distant fighting had come to an end, no more clashing of metal or screams and shouts met his ears. Besides his new travel companion, who was doing a good job of holding it all in. Man, they really had travelled pretty far. If only his waifu's ice had killed the man. Still, he was sure if she was actually aiming for him he'd be dead.

"I-I am-"

Slam.

The butt of Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's sword crushed Warren's chest, punching the air from his lungs. "Unless you want to lose your tongue, I suggest you only speak when spoken to."

This whole sadism thing was actually pretty fun - he really didn't understand why Warren hated it so much. Maybe he'd like it more if Hecate-sama was the one hurting him. When she did it, it was cute, adorable, and pretty hot. And, as attractive as Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX knew himself to be, he was obviously not Warren's type... probably.

Crunch. Crunch.

Jungle detritus and foliage were compacted by their every step. But the journey passed without incident. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX was honestly a little surprised that Warren was still holding on - heck, he was finding each step near impossible to make - but this made everything a little more fun. Hopefully, Hecate-sama would be impressed enough to heal him. She was a prime, and all primes had their fancy-schmancy rainbow play-doh.

---

Tossing Warren to the floor felt like throwing a mountain. Yet, the prime landed with a loud thump, barely able to brace himself with one wrist being broken and still bleeding. From the looks of it, some of his other wounds had opened up from the fall. Good.

"Apologise." Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX crouched down and put his knee on Warren's back, then grabbed his hair, jerking the man's head up.

Warren gurgled.

"Tell her what you did, and apologise."

Warren grunted and groaned, but tried to speak. It came out as an inaudible hoarse whisper, not reaching Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's ears.

Euphoric laughter filled the castle hall, reflecting off the dull stone walls and echoing throughout the large chamber. Still slumped in a heap, Hecate-sama smirked. Her sheer happiness made Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's heart flutter - at this rate, he'd have to change his name to Xx_Yandere_Loer_xX.

She coughed up blood, internal ruptures causing the red gore to froth up her throat, but she still cackled gleefully unabated. If she looked like this, her opponent must have taken a really big beating. Which was probably why they weren't around anymore. Probably pulverised. 

"Oh-ho. What do we have here? A gift?"

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX nodded, he had nothing to tip - his fedora had long since left his head. "I thought you'd like it, Lady Hecate. He's quite lively. But first..." Once again, he tugged on Warren's hair. "Go on. Say it."

"I- I'm sorry." A faint muttering, but it was probably the best Warren could do in his current situation.

"For what?" Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX snarled. "Acknowledge your mistakes and Lady Hecate might be merciful."

Hecate-sama only grinned, letting her new underling do the work for her. Perhaps she might have wanted to do something, but with her current wounds, she might only expose weakness. 

"For... F-for... For setting a bounty on her."

"Aaannndd...? Anything else?" Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX twisted his wrist, ripping out an odd strand of hair.

"For c-coming back here." He coughed.

"Good. But anyone can just say that. You have to mean it." Grunting, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX heaved, getting off Warren to tug him closer to Hecate-sama. Close enough for his face to almost meet her feet. "Kiss her shoes - both of them - and swear to never work against Lady Hecate again."

Hecate-sama grinned approvingly and stuck out her foot, making it easier for the crippled man. Not too easy - he still had to reach.

Pitifully, Warren whimpered, pathetically clawing at the ground to drag himself a little closer. If anything, his will to live was admirable. Or would have been if he wasn't a prime. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX thought it was stupid, how he grovelled like this, willingly allowing himself to be humiliated.

Yet, he did as asked, tentatively kissing her white boots. Both were covered with splatters of blood. "I-" he coughed, throat raspy. "I swear to never work against Hec-" Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's foot met his ribs with a crack. It was hard, the full force the man could muster, sending Warren rolling to the side as the grown man hugged his chest - cowering. "L-lady Hecate... again." Warren was learning.

Hecate-sama looked down, amused. Then glanced at Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX - testing him to see what he'd do next.

"Good boooy." Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX taunted, his dry voice butchering the tone, but the demeaning effect was still there. "Now, kiss mine and I'll escort you back to the Nexus. After that, you will never return. Understand? Next time, Lady Hecate might not be so forgiving." Making it easier for the man, he put one of his leathery shoes in front of Warren's face, waiting impatiently and tapping his heels on the ground.

Eyes betraying his inner turmoil - clearly on the verge of snapping - Warren obliged anyway, straining his neck to gently brush his lips against both shoes, one after another. With the second kiss, his smashed nose leaked blood down onto the fake leather.

Snarling, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX lashed out, kicking Warren's jaw and knocking out a few teeth as it snapped upwards. Others were chipped. Luckily for him, his tongue was far back enough not to get caught. "Clean that off. Lick it." Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX pointed down, gesturing to the stain.

Shakily, eyes glazed over, Warren shivered and pawed at the ground with his good hand, shuffling back into position. With one hesitant lick, he draped his tongue over Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's shoe. The lingering saliva left a nice shine. Sniffling through the clotting sludge, he managed to contain the other drops of blood from slipping down, turning his head when needed.

Body still feeling like it got hit by a truck, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX carefully stretched his arms and legs. "Come on, let's go. Chop chop." He hooked one of his arms under Warren's dragging him to his feet and out the door. Turning his head at the last moment, he gave Hecate-sama a silent nod and bowed as best as he could. "I'll be back later," he assured. "Just putting out the trash."

He paused for a moment, considering one last torment. His elbow met Warren's side. "Don't you have something to say? It's rude to leave without saying 'goodbye'. Go on. Say it. Say it and wave."

Warren tried to untangle his better arm but the grip around it only tightened. 

"Use that hand." The one with the snapped wrist. Helpfully, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX spun Warren around, then reached behind his back and lifted up the aforementioned arm. "Go on, don't be shy."

"G-goodbye," Warren croaked. NFL-R broken smashed and discarded back in the forest, the tech-loving prime was helpless. Hissing, he started to shake his bad arm. His wrist shook a little, hand moving by itself from the motions, wobbling side to side.

"I said don't be shy. Have a little more vigour, Warren. This is the last time you'll ever be graced by Lady Hecate's presence. Make the most of it." Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX smirked, wallowing in his waifu's approval. "Shake harder," he hissed. "Like you mean it."

Grimacing, Warren did as asked, feeling the elbow dig into his side once more, slowly pushing harsher and harsher. Skin and ligaments tore, and the prime ground his broken teeth together, seething, hissing in pain. More broken than before, fragments of bone pierced the skin, the joint destroyed.

"Good. Let's go." He smiled at Hecate-sama, then span out the door, overcoat trailing behind him and Warren staggering - trying his best to stand.

---

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX shoved Warren's back, hard. He'd been practically carrying the man the moment they'd entered the courtyard - it was a miracle he was still conscious. Probably some prime vitality or something. Either way, it was time to follow up on his offer. Thus, he pushed Warren off him, leaving him buried in the dense jungle ground, a bush by the edge of the stony tiles.

Schlurk.

Within seconds, his sword was drawn and thrust down, hard. Puncturing the prime's heart. Blood oozed, spurting from the wound. He spasmed. And then he was still.

Technically, he mused, he did escort Warren back to the Nexus, just as he said. He was honest at least.

---

Groaning, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX stumbled, crashing back through the castle door. He gave Hecate-sama a quick nod, then sat down, slouching back. "I think we could both do with a rest," he chuckled, wincing.

Warren is dead (he'll respawn at the Nexus in 7 OOC days). If any of you guys want me to edit some bits for characterisation stuffs, throw me a PM. (Side Note: I had OOC permission do write this)