06-11-2018, 02:46 PM
The fight began and swiftly leaped into full steam. She'd only briefly gotten to know her partner, but it had been enough to get a basic picture of what to do. The fact that the fight had opened in such a way that it lead right into that plan was a convenience she wasn't going to think twice about.
"You're...insane," she said shortly to the angel. "Enjoying a fight like this..." She shook her head in mock-sadness, fixing her lone eye on the ecstatic, hovering figure.
There were several things she had learned already, and as Cerise ducked into a quick roll to carry her over another incoming scythe blow, she ran through them in her head. One, her enemy was stronger than she was; two, that enemy was faster than she was; three, that enemy was fairly tough; four, that enemy was sloppy and nearly tactless in her fighting; and five, she was currently out of ammunition.
The diminutive huntress had barely regained her footing than a dull sensation arced up her back, like electricity. It made her hair stand on end, like a predator had suddenly loomed behind her. Instinctively she jumped, straight up, in time to have a beam of black energy tear through where her chest had been a moment before. Dodging the black bolt of power had been one thing, but even as she reached the height of her jump, the snake shivered at another feeling of dread that dawned on her, moments before she almost felt the shadow looming behind her. And a deranged, manic giggle.
Even if she could feel it coming before it did, hanging in midair gave her little time to do anything other than brace for it and bring her armored bracer to try and cope with it as the blade of a scythe caught her in the side. It clashed against the armor, with a grating of sparks as it smashed into her side, tearing through the coat and throwing her back toward the ground.
She tumbled gracelessly through the air, wheezing slightly as she tried desperately to right herself before the inevitable impact and was...partially successful. She didn't simply slam into it face-first, but the landing was still entirely too forceful. She coughed and shook her head, trying to clear a ringing in her ears and a throbbing ache from her limbs.
"Cerise! Are you alright?" The voice of Gildarts suddenly came from above her, and she looked up in time to see the spectral scythe clash against a metallic arm as the Fairy Tail mage planted himself over the fallen girl and warded off her aggressor.
"I'm...I'm fine. Just caught me by surprise!" the huntress responded, quickly scrambling to her feet. She looked up at him for a moment, her one eye flicking toward the angel and then sweeping around to catch sight of Harley Quinn. Then back up at the mage and nodded.
Gildarts gave a grim nod and stepped forward, metallic clenching into a fist. He backhanded the scythe blade away and threw his flesh and blood arm around in a blurred-swift punch as the small faunus behind him leaped toward the harlequin.
The explosion behind her from the impact of the mage's punch just made her all the more grateful he was on her side. The grinning clown-woman ahead of her, though...was much less of a pleasant thought in her mind.
Bat in hand, she struck up a ready pose as the huntress covered the few paces between them. "Well hey, we switchin' partners now? Batter up, then kid!"
As they neared into melee distance, the mad harlequin swung for the fences...and met only air. Cerise ducked into a quick slide under the bat, curling and tucking into a roll. Springing up back to her feet behind the clown, she stepped forward and pressed both of her guns into the woman's back, just in time for the indicator light indicating a full charge to flicker on.
The crack of gunfire was almost drowned out by the squeal of anguish as the point-blank blasts tore into Harley Quinn's back, sending her staggering forward. In the brief opening that provided, Cerise narrowed her visible eye, her expression darkening. The air around her shimmered and warped, small skull set in her hair spitting sparks and coming to life with a glow as flower petals blossomed from it. Dark mist spiraled around the small figure as she stood straight again.
"That was a dirty trick, ya little—" The clown's complaint was cut off as she spun round, bat swinging wildly. It struck only empty air as the faunus simply backstepped.
"No. None of that," she hissed darkly, quickly darting back in. Inside the effective range of the bat. Just prepare her Huntress Brace, and—
Her world briefly went white as a knee connected with her chin. "Don't get so full of yourself!" Harley retorted.
"Cerise!" Gildarts called out.
The huntress struck, arm snapping up and firing the explosive bolt. The action caught Harley off guard, as the explosion hurled her back -- and right into her partner.
"You're...insane," she said shortly to the angel. "Enjoying a fight like this..." She shook her head in mock-sadness, fixing her lone eye on the ecstatic, hovering figure.
There were several things she had learned already, and as Cerise ducked into a quick roll to carry her over another incoming scythe blow, she ran through them in her head. One, her enemy was stronger than she was; two, that enemy was faster than she was; three, that enemy was fairly tough; four, that enemy was sloppy and nearly tactless in her fighting; and five, she was currently out of ammunition.
The diminutive huntress had barely regained her footing than a dull sensation arced up her back, like electricity. It made her hair stand on end, like a predator had suddenly loomed behind her. Instinctively she jumped, straight up, in time to have a beam of black energy tear through where her chest had been a moment before. Dodging the black bolt of power had been one thing, but even as she reached the height of her jump, the snake shivered at another feeling of dread that dawned on her, moments before she almost felt the shadow looming behind her. And a deranged, manic giggle.
Even if she could feel it coming before it did, hanging in midair gave her little time to do anything other than brace for it and bring her armored bracer to try and cope with it as the blade of a scythe caught her in the side. It clashed against the armor, with a grating of sparks as it smashed into her side, tearing through the coat and throwing her back toward the ground.
She tumbled gracelessly through the air, wheezing slightly as she tried desperately to right herself before the inevitable impact and was...partially successful. She didn't simply slam into it face-first, but the landing was still entirely too forceful. She coughed and shook her head, trying to clear a ringing in her ears and a throbbing ache from her limbs.
"Cerise! Are you alright?" The voice of Gildarts suddenly came from above her, and she looked up in time to see the spectral scythe clash against a metallic arm as the Fairy Tail mage planted himself over the fallen girl and warded off her aggressor.
"I'm...I'm fine. Just caught me by surprise!" the huntress responded, quickly scrambling to her feet. She looked up at him for a moment, her one eye flicking toward the angel and then sweeping around to catch sight of Harley Quinn. Then back up at the mage and nodded.
Gildarts gave a grim nod and stepped forward, metallic clenching into a fist. He backhanded the scythe blade away and threw his flesh and blood arm around in a blurred-swift punch as the small faunus behind him leaped toward the harlequin.
The explosion behind her from the impact of the mage's punch just made her all the more grateful he was on her side. The grinning clown-woman ahead of her, though...was much less of a pleasant thought in her mind.
Bat in hand, she struck up a ready pose as the huntress covered the few paces between them. "Well hey, we switchin' partners now? Batter up, then kid!"
As they neared into melee distance, the mad harlequin swung for the fences...and met only air. Cerise ducked into a quick slide under the bat, curling and tucking into a roll. Springing up back to her feet behind the clown, she stepped forward and pressed both of her guns into the woman's back, just in time for the indicator light indicating a full charge to flicker on.
The crack of gunfire was almost drowned out by the squeal of anguish as the point-blank blasts tore into Harley Quinn's back, sending her staggering forward. In the brief opening that provided, Cerise narrowed her visible eye, her expression darkening. The air around her shimmered and warped, small skull set in her hair spitting sparks and coming to life with a glow as flower petals blossomed from it. Dark mist spiraled around the small figure as she stood straight again.
"That was a dirty trick, ya little—" The clown's complaint was cut off as she spun round, bat swinging wildly. It struck only empty air as the faunus simply backstepped.
"No. None of that," she hissed darkly, quickly darting back in. Inside the effective range of the bat. Just prepare her Huntress Brace, and—
Her world briefly went white as a knee connected with her chin. "Don't get so full of yourself!" Harley retorted.
"Cerise!" Gildarts called out.
The huntress struck, arm snapping up and firing the explosive bolt. The action caught Harley off guard, as the explosion hurled her back -- and right into her partner.
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Cerise used T1 Power-Up: Flower Shroud for the remainder of the round. 3/5 SP remaining.
Current Stats:
ATK: 4
DEF: 2
SPD: 5
TEC: 6
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."
"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."