04-16-2017, 08:31 PM
Weiss turned around just in time for a meaty fist to impact squarely with the center of her body. The world sort of fizzled and faded to black for a moment, before she found herself groaning in a pile of dust and blood. She reached a hand back to touch her head, before feeling a sharp, stinging pain. Retracting it with a groan, her eyes widened in shock as she took a look at her bloodied hand and realized it was now coated in blood.
“Have you figured it out yet?” Saiko’s smooth voice taunted from the stands of her gladiatorial arena, and the cheers of the creatures organized was raised ti a fever pitch. It seemed they weren’t happy with the match until Weiss had taken that tumble.
Ugh.
Weiss simply did her best to ignore the voice as she focused instead on planting her hand against the nearest wall, pushing herself up to a sitting position, only for a black, furry hand to grab her by the waist and swing her body up into the air.
“You had a window to out-think this creature. That moment has passed. There is no plan that’ll allow you to beat this creature of Grimm, is there?” Saiko stated, and Weiss hated imagining the grin on Saiko’s features.
Unfortunately, Weiss knew she was right, even as she struggled uselessly to free her arms. Her body felt unnaturally sluggish, awkward. Weiss chalked it up to the blood loss. Her eyes began to slip closed, and as she felt, rather than saw, the creature fling her into the nearby wall.
The impact was crushing, and as Weiss felt her limbs go numb, she cursed under her breath. Her breathing slowed, as she returned to a familiar setting. This wasn’t the first time she’d been put through the ringer like this, and every time, she’d been forced to see the same, inevitable end result: Defeat. As she looked up at her opponent, the beringel seemed to morph, shifting from its monstrous form into familiar foes.
A large, tattooed black man, the White Fang lieutenant that had left her unconscious and broken on their mission to Mountain Glenn, forcing Blake to save her.
A skinnier, smirking face holding a trumpet - Flynn, in the Vytal festival tournament.
The massive, armored form of Okor Paleblood, in the same rotting condition it had been left in at the colosseum, all those years ago.
Weiss clearly remembered fighting each and every one of them. Some of these were battles were to show her skills, her spirit. Others were to protect what little semblance of a free life she’d managed to clutch onto.
All of them ended with defeat - losses that shattered her pride and smashed her life into pieces. A pattern every bit of Weiss’s determination and training couldn’t break.
An uncharacteristic growl escaped Weiss’s throat. Her face formed into a scowl as her growl became a frustrated scream.
“Damnit… I’m so… sick of this...”
Weiss put a hand on the stone wall behind her, and pushed herself back onto her feet. Her legs felt numb, but they responded eerily well. Standing up, she looked at the beringel.
It was the same every time. It was the same every damn time. She fought hard for her own freedom and every single time she hit a wall and found herself stuck right back where she started.
But this time, she just couldn’t find the strength to let her legs give out. If she lost here, it wasn’t back to the beginning.
Weiss gritted her teeth. No. She couldn’t do this again. This woman was trying to chain her up - and if she let her, Weiss knew she’d do just the same to Ruby. The partner she’d forged trust with over a year of battles and arguments and hardships. The girl she knew was counting on her to help them find their team. And the friend who’d cry harder than ever if she let Saiko have her way.
Weiss brushed her hand onto her face, as she felt every bit of rage and frustration she’d been holding back start to slip. She was done losing.
She centered her vision on the beringel, as snakes of white energy circled her protectively.
Her body felt light. Her arms felt strong. And as the beringel charged her with a hungry look, the Icy huntress found herself charging back, faster than she’d ever moved before.
The beringel roared, biting for Weiss’s head, only to hit air.
“So this is the path you’ve taken, Weiss Schnee… just like I thought.”
Weiss ignored the mocking voice of Saiko above her as she stood, arms folded, behind the beringel. Her vision felt perfect. Her body was light. Her breathing came easily. All the pain was gone.
Weiss didn’t know what changed - what was going on with her body - but she knew she’d never felt remotely this good in her life, and with that knowledge came an uncharacteristic grin.
The beringel turned around immediately, beating it’s chest with a primal roar. It threw a flurry of punches, beating the ground into a sandy pulp in it’s attempt to finally crush the speedy princess. Weiss simply jumped from one foot to the other, dodging each blow without even unfolding her arms.
“You’ve gotten slower. You should really work on your aim, too.”
The creature of Grimm, lacking the intelligence to properly defend itself from the verbal taunt, merely replied by putting both of it’s hands together and attempting to hammer Weiss into the ground.
The Beringel struck only air, though, and Weiss’s next line came from on top of it’s back, accompanied with a low, red hum.
“And your guard is awful, too.“
Weiss smirked, as crimson energy glowed across her fingertips. The beringel tried to slap her off, but a quick hop allowed her to jump straight up in the air, avoiding the beast’s paws. Holding out her palm, Weiss grinned as an orb of ruby energy collected in her palm.
“Cero.”
A red beam of light lanced from the changed huntress’s hands, and the beringel put it’s arms up in a futile gesture of defence. It might as well have been holding up reeds - Wherever the light touched, the Beringel’s body burned, and bright crimson light lit up every corner of the arena.
When the light finally faded enough for onlookers to see, there was nothing more than a smoking crater where the Beringel once was.
“Have you figured it out yet?” Saiko’s smooth voice taunted from the stands of her gladiatorial arena, and the cheers of the creatures organized was raised ti a fever pitch. It seemed they weren’t happy with the match until Weiss had taken that tumble.
Ugh.
Weiss simply did her best to ignore the voice as she focused instead on planting her hand against the nearest wall, pushing herself up to a sitting position, only for a black, furry hand to grab her by the waist and swing her body up into the air.
“You had a window to out-think this creature. That moment has passed. There is no plan that’ll allow you to beat this creature of Grimm, is there?” Saiko stated, and Weiss hated imagining the grin on Saiko’s features.
Unfortunately, Weiss knew she was right, even as she struggled uselessly to free her arms. Her body felt unnaturally sluggish, awkward. Weiss chalked it up to the blood loss. Her eyes began to slip closed, and as she felt, rather than saw, the creature fling her into the nearby wall.
The impact was crushing, and as Weiss felt her limbs go numb, she cursed under her breath. Her breathing slowed, as she returned to a familiar setting. This wasn’t the first time she’d been put through the ringer like this, and every time, she’d been forced to see the same, inevitable end result: Defeat. As she looked up at her opponent, the beringel seemed to morph, shifting from its monstrous form into familiar foes.
A large, tattooed black man, the White Fang lieutenant that had left her unconscious and broken on their mission to Mountain Glenn, forcing Blake to save her.
A skinnier, smirking face holding a trumpet - Flynn, in the Vytal festival tournament.
The massive, armored form of Okor Paleblood, in the same rotting condition it had been left in at the colosseum, all those years ago.
Weiss clearly remembered fighting each and every one of them. Some of these were battles were to show her skills, her spirit. Others were to protect what little semblance of a free life she’d managed to clutch onto.
All of them ended with defeat - losses that shattered her pride and smashed her life into pieces. A pattern every bit of Weiss’s determination and training couldn’t break.
An uncharacteristic growl escaped Weiss’s throat. Her face formed into a scowl as her growl became a frustrated scream.
“Damnit… I’m so… sick of this...”
Weiss put a hand on the stone wall behind her, and pushed herself back onto her feet. Her legs felt numb, but they responded eerily well. Standing up, she looked at the beringel.
It was the same every time. It was the same every damn time. She fought hard for her own freedom and every single time she hit a wall and found herself stuck right back where she started.
But this time, she just couldn’t find the strength to let her legs give out. If she lost here, it wasn’t back to the beginning.
Weiss gritted her teeth. No. She couldn’t do this again. This woman was trying to chain her up - and if she let her, Weiss knew she’d do just the same to Ruby. The partner she’d forged trust with over a year of battles and arguments and hardships. The girl she knew was counting on her to help them find their team. And the friend who’d cry harder than ever if she let Saiko have her way.
Weiss brushed her hand onto her face, as she felt every bit of rage and frustration she’d been holding back start to slip. She was done losing.
She centered her vision on the beringel, as snakes of white energy circled her protectively.
Her body felt light. Her arms felt strong. And as the beringel charged her with a hungry look, the Icy huntress found herself charging back, faster than she’d ever moved before.
The beringel roared, biting for Weiss’s head, only to hit air.
“So this is the path you’ve taken, Weiss Schnee… just like I thought.”
Weiss ignored the mocking voice of Saiko above her as she stood, arms folded, behind the beringel. Her vision felt perfect. Her body was light. Her breathing came easily. All the pain was gone.
Weiss didn’t know what changed - what was going on with her body - but she knew she’d never felt remotely this good in her life, and with that knowledge came an uncharacteristic grin.
The beringel turned around immediately, beating it’s chest with a primal roar. It threw a flurry of punches, beating the ground into a sandy pulp in it’s attempt to finally crush the speedy princess. Weiss simply jumped from one foot to the other, dodging each blow without even unfolding her arms.
“You’ve gotten slower. You should really work on your aim, too.”
The creature of Grimm, lacking the intelligence to properly defend itself from the verbal taunt, merely replied by putting both of it’s hands together and attempting to hammer Weiss into the ground.
The Beringel struck only air, though, and Weiss’s next line came from on top of it’s back, accompanied with a low, red hum.
“And your guard is awful, too.“
Weiss smirked, as crimson energy glowed across her fingertips. The beringel tried to slap her off, but a quick hop allowed her to jump straight up in the air, avoiding the beast’s paws. Holding out her palm, Weiss grinned as an orb of ruby energy collected in her palm.
“Cero.”
A red beam of light lanced from the changed huntress’s hands, and the beringel put it’s arms up in a futile gesture of defence. It might as well have been holding up reeds - Wherever the light touched, the Beringel’s body burned, and bright crimson light lit up every corner of the arena.
When the light finally faded enough for onlookers to see, there was nothing more than a smoking crater where the Beringel once was.
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