Cat-Prime vs God-Mind[Amber vs Tearen]

[Amber Veritz]

The heavily armed catgirl trudged through the layers of snow cause by the ongoing blizzard. Cold blankets of white quicksand with every step she took. The dropping temperature hardly bothered her, even for her scarce attire, as compared to the limited visibility of the Frozen Fields.

After another few dozens of meters of walking, she had found him: Tearen Wover. She remembered seeing man in Dante’s Abyss in the spectator’s area. She also knows that he is a really strong prime. Hence the trouble she put herself through to track him down.

“Tearen Wover?” She called out through the cold, catching the attention of silver-haired man. His dark black robe fluttered in the numbing wind.

“Yes, have we met before?” He spoke through the thin veil. The faunus drew the ten pound sword from the sheath on her back and drove it into soil covered by white carpet of snow.

“You're one of the strongest Prime’s in the Omniverse I've heard of. That means it would be impossible to not challenge you!” She says with a grin, full of the usual confidence she always had. “Draw your weapon and face me!”

[spoiler]Just making an intro post, I'll let Tea make one too before I start my fight post.[/spoiler]

[Tearen Wover]

Tearen, on the other hand, was deeply troubled by the tempestuous, biting winds that drove puffs of soft snow into his eyes. His human body was far superior to his more eldritch form in terms of keeping the cold out of his bones, but that didn't prevent him from shivering noticeably. Indeed, as he now slowly turned to face the impudent faunus, the Elder Prime reflected gravely on his choice to skip breakfast in favor of setting across the snow early. Surely, taking ten minutes to shove a sandwich into his gullet would have at least given him the illusion of vitality for the impending skirmish. As he sighed ribbons of steam were torn from his mouth in the blizzard winds.

The ex-enigma looked the Amber girl up and down. Her name was no secret to him; her mind practically screeched it as she bared her dubious looking weapon at him. Still, she had strength and fire within her. Perhaps that was why she found these chilling climes such milquetoast backdrop for her headlong drive to glory. Tearen could respect that, but more importantly, he was cold, he was hungry, and his nose was running.

"I don't want to fight you, Miss Veritz."

Amber blinked slowly before abruptly strangling Razorback's haft with a clenched hand.

"What did you just call me?" she asked through grinding teeth. Tearen mentally scolded himself for neglecting to pander to the girl's healthy sense of bravado. Perhaps there was another way to convince her to depart.

"You are of feline ilk, are you not?" the Shadow quested, trying to change his stance to a less defensive posture. The glimmering lavender-brass light of dawn caught his gleaming talismans as he shifted, their jangling metals reminiscent of prayer bells on a high summit. Indeed, the high, glacial cliff to the Amber's left brought with it the feeling of being far off the normal tundra of the Fields. Tearen anticipated her initial indignation following this question. Amber wrenched Razorback out of the snow and pointed the heavy weapon straight at his shrouded face.

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" she asked in a lowered tone that was just as much a threat as an invitation.

"On the contrary, I am spiritually forbidden from harming cats or those that bear their phenotype. I am sorry to deny your thirst for violence, but there is no fight to be had here." Tearen said slowly, watching with some distant amusement as Amber's face slowly sank into an utterly blank stare. A long moment passed before her irate scowl returned, much to the Shadow's chagrin.

"That's bullshit! I'm gonna kick your ass anyway!" she screamed.

Dammit.