The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) (PvP)

[Summer]

Where do we go from here?

Chronoire’s thoughts echoed her voice, though she didn’t show it. In spite of the snake currently latched onto her throat, she kept the same confident, if a bit pained smile. Her question only invited silence between the two fighters, the air settling around her words as the others raged on their own terms. Her eyes stared stoically, unblinking, into Mitsuki’s, even as she scoured her mind for a way out of this deadlock.

“Because I ain’t dying over some shitty sword,” she managed to choke out, the snake making it much more difficult than it needed to be, “and I sure as hell don’t care why you’re all fighting over it. Actually, let me rephrase my question.” Slowly and steadily, she lifted her left hand towards her dagger, ignoring the small, painful pulses as it raised. Its movement was concealed by her grey cloak, and the sound of the fabric was drowned out by her words. “What in the blazes is up with this world?” The hilt of her dagger settled nicely into the palm of her hand.

The blue-haired boy opened up his mouth to respond, and in that moment, the witch struck. A small flick of the finger, and the Oceanic Blade launched itself towards Chronoire Schwarz, scoring a shallow gouge across the side of her opponent’s neck as it traveled. Mitsuki’s response cut off into a choked noise, and the jaws of the serpent clamped harder around her throat. Fangs dug in for a brief moment, sending a jolt of pain through her neck before they suddenly relaxed, and the head of the snake, severed by the vivid blade, fell to the ground. She could vaguely feel a wet trickle down her neck.

Chronoire’s bloodied arm flashed forward, dragging the dagger out of its sheath and up across her body. Metal clashed against metal, sending a painful shock coursing through the wounds, and the smaller dagger sent the larger Oceanic Blade spinning into the distance. Now in the perfect position, the witch lunged forward, right arm reaching out towards the flying sword and grabbing at it with her power, while at the same time striking for the ninja’s heart with the dagger in her left.

Mitsuki furiously backpedalled, clumsily weaving between her haphazard slashes, hand dipping into his pouch. A quick gesture with her right hand again threw the sword, which pierced the ground just behind her adversary. Black metal flashed as the ninja retrieved a kunai from his pouch and promptly launched it at Chronoire, before his calf met with the edge of the sword pierced into the ground. The purple blade tore a ragged wound into his left leg, his own weight causing the metal to bite deeper in as he pitched backwards, falling onto the plain ground.

Pain engulfed the redhead’s torso as the projectile imbedded itself between her ribs. She stumbled forward a few more steps, coming to a shaky stop as her right hand wrapped around the kunai.

No.

There were more pressing matters. Chronoire released the handle, instead reaching out with her power towards the ground beneath Mitsuki. A vibrant coral spike erupted from the ground that had just been occupied by the boy’s chest, as he rolled frantically out of the way, leaving only a bloodstain soaking into the white. Within a moment he was back to his feet, tilting heavily to the side as he punched a fist out towards his assailant.

Wind slammed into the witch’s chest, pushing the kunai even deeper into her chest, and all the air out. Grey closed in from around her peripheral’s, slowing down only slightly as she forced herself to breath in. The weapon tore into her lungs, making that breath hard-fought. Seizing the opportunity, the blue-clad warrior lunged forward, a new blade in hand, and stabbed at her.

Chronoire released the dagger, letting it fall to the ground with a clatter as she reached for incoming blade. Her gloved hand wrapped around the kunai, the sharp edges easily slicing through fabric and skin alike, before coming to a halt inches from her neck, held steadily in her hand.

“...Fuck it,” Chronoire coughed out, nearly overwhelmed from the pure agony her left arm was now in. “Like I said, I ain’t dying over that sword. So how about you go fight all those people for it and we can talk later.”

735 Words according to google docs.
Chronoire has a kunai in her lungs, a shallow cut on her neck, and her left arm is gonna hate her after all this.
Mitsuki has a deep cut on his calf, a shallow cut on his neck, and a ded snek.
Chronoire has proposed a truce with Mitsuki.