Mock Fight: Esdeath vs Ballad

[Lubbock]

Forewarning: This post entails an EXTREMELY torturous death. Read at your own risk.
Also, the abilities used in this post aren't from her roster, they are simply for the purpose of the execution.

Esdeath threw the bloodied, battered gunman a sympathetic simper. "How ironic," She mused, placing a hand to her hip, "the executioner is being executed." She taunted, stepped forwards and pressing the sharp heel of her shoe against Ballad's knee. "You don't have to worry; it's going to be a nice, slow execution." She teased further, driving her heel in between his femur and his tibia; in other words, the gap in the knee behind the kneecap. "OH, FUCK!" He cried as Esdeath began twisting her foot like a drill, grinding against the man's bone. "You're a sick bitch..." He cursed, and in response the witch bent her foot forwards, the heel acting like a lever and painfully separating the bones from each other.

She reached down and pressed the tip of her index finger against Ballad's left forearm. After a brief moment of focus, he screamed in pain once more as the flesh of he forearm began to ripple, and shards of ice ruptured through, sending a cascade of crimson liquid splashing onto Esdeath's chest. "Torturing you will be highly entertaining~" She cooed savagely, giving her heel a quick flick, popping into the back of Ballad's kneecap and tearing it out of his knee.

"FUCK YOU!" He roared, before a squeal shut him up; Esdeath had placed her heel to his throat and began slowly pressing, drawing blood from the thin flesh there. "Now, if you don't play nice and scream without insulting me, I may just take away your right to breathe unhindered." She threatened. She removed the deadly weapon from his breathing apparatus and curled her fingers, a harsh crackling forming a clawed gauntlet. She clicked and clacked her fingers together to test her savage weapons and grinned in satisfaction.

With no prior warning, Esdeath ripped them across Ballad's torso, tearing from the top of his chest to his waist, and once more a bestial roar echoed into the blazing sky above. The witch shoved her thumb and index claws into one of the gashes, providing a cold, burning sensation to the pooling wound. She proceeded to spread her fingers, tearing the wound further open. She removed her fingers and did the same to the next wound, then the next, until all four covered most of Ballad's body. Of course, he was losing blood quickly; Esdeath had a simple cure for that.

Esdeath jabbed a claw into the ruby liquid, proceeding to cool it, spreading the chill down to Ballad's heart and slowing the blood flow. "Now, you won't bleed out before I'm done with you." She stated the obvious, licking the blood from her dagger-like fingers. "You're a fucking bitch..." Ballad groaned, the influx of cold slowing his brain processing and hindering his desire to struggle.

The witch's eyes flew wide at the quiet insult and she laughed evilly. "Now now, I think it's about time I shut you up." She teased, bringing her heel to his throat once more and puncturing a deep hole. With a wave of her hand, ice formed a husk over Ballad's nose and mouth. Esdeath reached down and grasped the back of Ballad's neck, tilting his body up so the little blood that ran from his throat could go down. "I wonder how long you can deal with breathing like this... it doesn't matter anyway, it's hard to stop breathing through a hole in your throat, isn't it?" She asked, before a roaring sound caught her ear. "Oh, I forgot we had a jungle fire." A malicious grin split her lips, and she grasped Ballad by the shoulders, hoisting him to his dying legs. She locked her arms in behind his and guided him towards the flames.

She shoved him to the ground before the raging inferno and pressed a foot to his spine, pressing his chest out. "The heat burns worse in the wounds..." She moaned, as if getting off from torturing him. Ballad tried screaming, but was unable to due to the mask, as his wounds began to fry, blood sizzling within. She left him there for a moment, the heat loosening his muscles and spreading the slice marks out further and further, until she grasped his head and dipped it towards the flames, removing her hand as swiftly as possible. No sound escaped the gunsmith as the flesh and clothing on his head was torched and burnt off, like liquid metal melting away the plaster in the casting of a metal ornament.

Soon enough, Esdeath hauled Ballad back and grasped the blackened skull that had once been a head with glowing, golden eyes. "The strong live and the weak die. That's how it has always been and how it always will be... Executioner Ballad." She whispered to the skull, coiling her fingers around it and contracting them, turning it into nothing more than soot.

ESDEATH WINS