That Night...?

[Yukika Inoue]

The only thing standing between the diseased Nurglite and the noble crusader was the Amazon’s golden aegis, stained with plagued blood. White-stained spots of still-wet lifeblood slithered down the yellow hoplon and into the soil of the Pale. Pyrrha’s impassive grimace spoke enough words to tell she was sick of the shit this guy was spewing.

“I don’t care about Omni, right now. I’m too busy trying to simply remember who I am.” She growled slightly under her breath. “This fight is over, whether we all walk away, or you end up like your friend over there.”

While still unphased by Pyrrha’s threats, Gudrun posed his diseased gums and fangs. He could tell the fiery redhead spoke the truth, which made what was going to come next all the more desirable. His hold on the animalistic axe tightened and slammed against the glorified shield on Pyrrha’s arm. The strength behind the attack was enough to make her stagger ever so slightly. Enough to get his foot under the huntress’ heel and took her under. She was brought to her knee, with only a split second to raise her shield to block a second strike. The iron weapon clanged against the steel of the shield.

"There is no reasoning with one so tainted. If you cannot end him, stand aside and allow me." The crusader raised her lasgun and letting off three simultaneous shots into the Palebloodied’s chest, giving Pyrrha enough time to back off. She followed up on the staggering Nurglite by ramming her shield into his chest. His regeneration factor already sowing the wounds up before their eyes. Pyrrha argued back.

“I will kill if I have to, but I would rather not. Unless my life is dearly threatened, I won't seek harm against anyone but the Creatures of Grimm.” She explained, morphing her xiphos form into it’s spear, rearing to launch a shot-powered spear-throw into his chest should he decided he wants to further this feud. The diseased man got back on his feet and let out a raspy cough before coming back. The Amazon blasted a shot from the back end of Miló as she launched it directly at his chest. It was extremely predictable, however, he was able to duck under it as it flew over his head, but he was no fool. He’d seen she was just as capable with her shield as weapon as her morphing gun. Weaving through a few waves of lasers, and taking a few, the Palebloodied chieftain raised his iron axe another time against the redheaded girl. This time her felt the weapon tug, ever so slightly but, still enough to drag his swing off to the side of the huntress. She sidestepped and put her heel into his hand, causing him to lose that firm grip he had on the axe.

Being disarmed didn't stop him, he came at Pyrrha with his fists, not having time to retrieve his weapon. Strategically, he set himself up so Pyrrha was in Eva’s line of sight. After several tries in getting a clear shot without harming her ally of convenience, she cursed under her breath and tried to think of an alternative.