06-13-2018, 07:27 AM
She had been in pain so, so often before. She had been upset so, so often before.
But the dull, deep pulsing of blood through her head still overtook her ears like the fervent beat of a drum.
Wordlessly she staggered forward a foot or two, simply gazing at what was going on near the edge of the platform with one hand over her savaged shoulder. Leaning down on her parasol as if a cane. Breathing in, then out. Evacuating pain from her mind. Pulling all of her energy into herself.
Blood, the color of rose petals, dripped to the concrete ground below her feet.
Soon, rose petals dripped as well.
Sprouting as if in time lapse, budding, blooming, leaves unfurling all in mere seconds, revelling in her wounds, crimson roses consumed her flesh where it had been torn. Her hair, too, seemed to part and bud at the tips itself- not with roses, but rather with a great variety of wildflowers. Though still in pain, still soaked with blood, at least her mind felt a bit clearer for having done so.
Her hearing came back to her around the same time her eyes refocused on the brawl that was now suspiciously lacking her.
She lifted her parasol and flicked her wrist.
The bullets hit the ground near the confrontation in a chaotic fashion, causing each of the three fighters to scramble outwards and away from their fistfight amongst each other. One bullet scorched into the now slowed Whirda’s thigh, and another into her torso. Yet another glanced off of Marisa's right shoulder as she scrabbled for her broom, singeing sleeve but not breaking skin. Dongja, though struck in the lower back as he fled, hardly seemed to falter at all because of it, only wincing. Unfortunately, all three had enough sense not to step backwards and to their disqualification. A shame.
Marisa, now rearmed with her broom, had a smug grin painted on her face despite her wounds. “Hey, waitcher turn, why don’t ya! You were next in line!” This was punctuated by a snap of her fingers as the two orbs of light by her sides repositioned themselves slightly to face Yuuka.
Being well aware of how this typically went, the Youkai sidestepped a few inches right, smirking as two lasers burned into the ground where she was previously standing. Though before she even had time to reply with a snappy comeback, she found her stomach and left leg suddenly stinging in pain- now impaled with obsidian daggers. A third struck the ground to her left, before all three dissolved into ash- though the wounds remained, now too dripping blood and rose petals.
Lip curled, she glanced to Whirda- figuring she had gone wide on one of her shots. However, when Yuuka caught sight of her, the young rogue was instead now mirrored, both copies drawing ever closer to a nervous Dongja, knives in hand. So instead she glanced back to Marisa, whose arm was still out, smile still wide, as she was now seating herself on her broom yet again.
“I would’ve thought someone your age would recognize the ol’ bait and switch.”
“I would have thought someone your age would be taller.”
Somewhat taken aback by such a childish insult coming out of the mouth of such a middle-aged woman, the witch paused- not too long, but long enough. Sensing an opening, one of the two Whirdas turned away from Dongja, instead dashing further inward and towards Marisa. Dongja, for his part, caught on quickly, choosing to ignore the Whirda left near him as he instead found himself in pursuit of the one aiming for Marisa.
This was in his favor, as the one that was now behind him suddenly detonated, pushing him further into the ring.
The noise of said explosion startled Marisa into turning towards the action, towards a now winded Dongja rubbing the small of his back due to the force of the explosion, but most importantly, towards Whirda. With a disappointed click of her tongue, the rogue jumped backwards and vanished again, leaving the witch blind as to where to shoot. All the meanwhile Yuuka stepped forwards, slowly but surely- clearly aiming to bring Marisa into a melee.
“Perhaps I should teach you there’s more to a battle than your little tricks-”
“Hwa!”
Yuuka was barely able to pull her free hand over her face before she was blindsided by another fireball, this one hitting her square in the face.
Her head whipped towards the offending party, eyes full of malice, smile abandoned. Charred and blackened flowers fell from her hair, a pungent smell of incense now overpowering her floral aroma. Dongja, one hand still on his stomach as he reeled from the explosion, smiled sheepishly before retreating further into the ring the moment he saw Yuuka draw her parasol upwards yet again. She didn’t blame him for that one- anyone not aiming to lose would do the same.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t still seething with rage, though.
But the dull, deep pulsing of blood through her head still overtook her ears like the fervent beat of a drum.
Wordlessly she staggered forward a foot or two, simply gazing at what was going on near the edge of the platform with one hand over her savaged shoulder. Leaning down on her parasol as if a cane. Breathing in, then out. Evacuating pain from her mind. Pulling all of her energy into herself.
Blood, the color of rose petals, dripped to the concrete ground below her feet.
Soon, rose petals dripped as well.
Sprouting as if in time lapse, budding, blooming, leaves unfurling all in mere seconds, revelling in her wounds, crimson roses consumed her flesh where it had been torn. Her hair, too, seemed to part and bud at the tips itself- not with roses, but rather with a great variety of wildflowers. Though still in pain, still soaked with blood, at least her mind felt a bit clearer for having done so.
Her hearing came back to her around the same time her eyes refocused on the brawl that was now suspiciously lacking her.
She lifted her parasol and flicked her wrist.
The bullets hit the ground near the confrontation in a chaotic fashion, causing each of the three fighters to scramble outwards and away from their fistfight amongst each other. One bullet scorched into the now slowed Whirda’s thigh, and another into her torso. Yet another glanced off of Marisa's right shoulder as she scrabbled for her broom, singeing sleeve but not breaking skin. Dongja, though struck in the lower back as he fled, hardly seemed to falter at all because of it, only wincing. Unfortunately, all three had enough sense not to step backwards and to their disqualification. A shame.
Marisa, now rearmed with her broom, had a smug grin painted on her face despite her wounds. “Hey, waitcher turn, why don’t ya! You were next in line!” This was punctuated by a snap of her fingers as the two orbs of light by her sides repositioned themselves slightly to face Yuuka.
Being well aware of how this typically went, the Youkai sidestepped a few inches right, smirking as two lasers burned into the ground where she was previously standing. Though before she even had time to reply with a snappy comeback, she found her stomach and left leg suddenly stinging in pain- now impaled with obsidian daggers. A third struck the ground to her left, before all three dissolved into ash- though the wounds remained, now too dripping blood and rose petals.
Lip curled, she glanced to Whirda- figuring she had gone wide on one of her shots. However, when Yuuka caught sight of her, the young rogue was instead now mirrored, both copies drawing ever closer to a nervous Dongja, knives in hand. So instead she glanced back to Marisa, whose arm was still out, smile still wide, as she was now seating herself on her broom yet again.
“I would’ve thought someone your age would recognize the ol’ bait and switch.”
“I would have thought someone your age would be taller.”
Somewhat taken aback by such a childish insult coming out of the mouth of such a middle-aged woman, the witch paused- not too long, but long enough. Sensing an opening, one of the two Whirdas turned away from Dongja, instead dashing further inward and towards Marisa. Dongja, for his part, caught on quickly, choosing to ignore the Whirda left near him as he instead found himself in pursuit of the one aiming for Marisa.
This was in his favor, as the one that was now behind him suddenly detonated, pushing him further into the ring.
The noise of said explosion startled Marisa into turning towards the action, towards a now winded Dongja rubbing the small of his back due to the force of the explosion, but most importantly, towards Whirda. With a disappointed click of her tongue, the rogue jumped backwards and vanished again, leaving the witch blind as to where to shoot. All the meanwhile Yuuka stepped forwards, slowly but surely- clearly aiming to bring Marisa into a melee.
“Perhaps I should teach you there’s more to a battle than your little tricks-”
“Hwa!”
Yuuka was barely able to pull her free hand over her face before she was blindsided by another fireball, this one hitting her square in the face.
Her head whipped towards the offending party, eyes full of malice, smile abandoned. Charred and blackened flowers fell from her hair, a pungent smell of incense now overpowering her floral aroma. Dongja, one hand still on his stomach as he reeled from the explosion, smiled sheepishly before retreating further into the ring the moment he saw Yuuka draw her parasol upwards yet again. She didn’t blame him for that one- anyone not aiming to lose would do the same.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t still seething with rage, though.
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Activating her T1 Transformation, Inflorescence, for a round. 2/4 SP left.
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Do you think Yuuka *aims* the Master Spark? No. She decides which half of the world she wants to fuck.