A Devil and a Beast (Beast vs Timor)

[Beast]

Thread Title: A Devil and a Beast [R, NDE]
Participants: Beast, Reptillia "Eve" Timor
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Japan, near Karakura. A usually populated area strangely quiet at this time of night.
Special Conditions: Beast will be Class 8 for the duration of this thread as he recovers from the taking over Grodd process.
Circumstances: Beast is on a rampage, trying to drain the life of anyone he can find that is worth his time. He is not finding anyone of spiritual significance until he comes across Timor. Fighting ensues.

[Beast]

Japan was a familiar sight to Beast. He had been trapped here by the Zookeeper as a soul, forced into the form of a Hollow and its state of eternal hunger. He had fed here, feasted here even, and now was back in the form of a Hollow Wraith. He was weak from the transformation, with little of his power available to him. He felt like he could still summon a few weak Kidou, but apart from that he had none of his real talents available to him. Even the Hakuda that this body had trained for was needing retrained as the muscle memory was gone. But that would return in time. Now it was time to feed, time to tear through the streets causing havoc and terror.

The Wraith knew that he needed to find a spiritual being that he could feed off of to get his strength back. He would beat them into submission with his above average physical strength, hold his tattooed hand to their face, then draw all of their life force out of their body in a satisfying drink of electricity. It was to satisfy his addiction to this life energy that he had just a taste of in the Dark Tower. He thirsted for it, craved it, needed it. So he started to raise a little hell to try and get it. As he landed in a small town outside of a slightly bigger town, he began to roar. His spiritual body would be unheard and unseen by the normal, boring people of the town, but those who were sensitive to spirits would be able to hear his calls. Hopefully someone would respond to his challenge. If not, he’d try in the next town over until he could find a worthy target.

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{Stats/Abilities}

Strength: 50 (x1.25) 63
Speed: 50
Reiatsu Strength: 50 (x1.25) 63
Spiritual Pressure: 30 (x.75) 23
Senses: 50
Instinct: 50 (x.75) 38
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Total: 280

[Boxing] {1}

[Hakuda] {1}

[Pain Tolerance] {1}

[Strength of Will] {1}

Damage Recovery] {1}

[Cold Tolerance] {1}

[Mental Incantation] {1}

[Eve Timor]

It was strange. It wasn't often she was riled from her sleep by anything but the fading memories of a dark dream, her eyes often opening at a snap, or almost not at all. But on that night her eyes did open slowly, surely, in a sort of static awareness brought on by some deeper instinct. She had not yet recovered her spiritual energy, but she could still hear the chaos that was happening outside, the screams that normal humans didn't seem to. She was not able to sense spirits beyond the fundamentals, but she could hear them when they made noise.

She rose to her feet with a slow caution, thankful that Lucifer was nowhere to be found, and thus the cat was probably fast asleep. She could feel the palpable pulse of her own heart in her chest as she crept her way toward the window and peered through the slanted slats of the blinds down to the streets below, the faintest fogs creeping briefly across the glass as her own heated breath drew condensation. And at first she didn't see anything.

But she felt it. Something...uneasy. Like a twist in her gut, the way the hairs on the back of her neck prickled just so. The scent of danger, up until she saw something down there. Something she couldn't quite make out in the dark, but was more than enough for her to become concerned. Cutting her eyes, she backed away from the window, rolling her shoulders before heading her way back towards the stairs and down to the ground level, her heart pounding all the louder.

What the fuck did she think she was going to do?! This was a hollow, a monster. Yet she herself still didn't know what she was going to do about her own powers. She had nothing, no spells, no abilities, no release, even her dolls had grown silent. She had nothing but her bare claws in her hands. She was strong, but there were some humans that were stronger than her. She was slow, and she was down to bare human reactions, senses. Deep in her heart, she felt the ache, the result of her lost bount powers. And the gain of these disgusting mars on her flesh.

When she finally pulled open the glass doors, stepping out and into the dark, she could not avoid the sense of...danger, about herself. Would the hollow sense her? she actually didn't know. Her spiritual pressure was so ridiculously small she didn't even know if she showed up on a spiritual radar. Even so, she went through the mental motions of supressing it, keeping her power hidden and contained to her body as she began to survey the surrounding streets.

Even without a weapon. even without powers. Even without backup or hope to defend herself properly, at the very least she had her claws. And with nothing but those twisted hands that she hated so much, she stepped into the darkness, and it felt as if the darkness stepped to her in response, a sudden smothering lack of information that writhed and hung around her like a veil. It felt as if nothing were around her, but by that absence of noise, it also felt suffocating. As if she had water in her ear and that deafening nothing was a sign of something bad. She almost called out into the black. At the very least she had sense not to do that.

Her mind was still sharp. If she could help it, whatever this THING was wouldn't be sneaking up on her. She trusted herself. Even if her body had gone to shit, her mind was still somewhat sharp, and as she began to scan her surroundings, she felt the fear begin to dwindle, the dread begin to subside. She was more confident now, more...intent. She didn't have any idea of what the fuck she was going to do. But at the very least she was going to be confident doing it.

The worst that could happen was that she was just sent to hell right?

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{Timor's Sturts and Skulls}
Strength: 60 x1.25= 75 Points
Speed: 40 x0.75= 30 Points
Sprpr: 60 x1.25= 75 Points
RS: 50 x0.75= 38 Points

LA:15
DA:85

Instinct: 50
Senses: 50
ES: 0
HE: 0


Skills

Cold Resist: 1
Anti-Stealth: 1
Lack of Fear: 1
Weapon - Bow: 1
An Zam: 1
Pain Tolerance: 1
Poison Resist: 1

[Beast]

Beast could sense nothing in this town. Or was it more that his weakened self could sense nothing? He couldn't really tell. He didn't sense anything coming from himself, but that was normal, wasn't it? It would be akin to feeling one's own arm as it just hung by your side, sensing yourself. Beast flexed his reiatsu, pushing it outwards aggressively to try and see if it set off any energy sensory of his own. His maroon reiatsu had an ashy feeling to it, as if the reiatsu itself was burnt and lifeless. He sent out waves and waves of it, but he couldn't really detect a thing. So he determined that his sensory abilities hadn't really returned to him yet. So he would wait for another moment in this town. Hopefully him acting like a beacon of ash and reiatsu would draw a challenger to him.

The blasts of reiatsu faded as Beast calmed down a little. He didn't want to tire himself out just to prove a point that he didn't have any energy sensory. His stamina wasn't like it used to be. He used to fight the golden monkey that was Grodd's Zanpakutou Spirit for days on end, trying to gain more territory of burnt forest. He rarely succeeded except in cases where the Shinigami's soul was under attack... Oh, that Failure was a great asset to Beast. She touched him in all the right places as she stimulated the dark side of Grodd with pain and torture and experimentation... She started Grodd down the path of losing his soul and body, and for that Beast was grateful.

If he ever met her again, he'd have to spare her and thank her but for now, he had to continue his quest for strength in this small town. "Isn't there anyone worth my time in this godforsaken pit? It reeks of cleanliness here." He screamed out once again, but this time with actual words. Maybe someone would respond to his challenge with the mixture of reiatsu bursts and actual verbal challenges. If there wasn't anyone here, he'd have to set fire to the town and burn it down to the ground for being useless. The screams of the dying would satisfy his bloodlust even if their flesh wasn't adequate enough for him to consume. If nothing else came out of the dark, he'd have to take more drastic actions...

[Eve Timor]

She could feel it. That slow, twisting hatred. the response when she heard that voice pealing out into the darkness. And she remembered. Back in her days at the agency, she had always noticed that spiritual beings seemed so...cocky. so confident. They had always had some sort of reason to be smug or above others. And here, this individual triggered her memories of such things. She remembered how much she fucking hated it. She silently flexed her claws, those eyes slowly narrowing.

She knew where he was now. She moved quietly, slowly through the buildings, until finally she spotted him after following the direction the voice had come from. she narrowed her eyes vehemently. Her fear was gone, and even now that musty ashen reiatsu did not smell of terror or aggression. It smelled of some dumb animal flaunting itself. The very notion made Timor's muscles tense irritably.

she began to creep up on the man, moving to keep herself behind him as she moved in, her hands behind her back as she kept a slightly crouched stance. And she felt the electric tingle of anticipation and nervousness in her bones. Those screams masking any noises she might have made, hopefully, as she sought to come up behind the man. She knew that this ....thing... was not going to be easy. If anything, he would probably kill her.

Her best bet? Was to maim or cripple him with her first attack. Her eyes drawn to his lower back, along the spine, where she knew her claws could sink in and aim to paralyze him. That wouldn't mean it was over. It would just mean that he would be limited to whatever special abilities he had. She wished she was .....more of a monster. She wished she had her powers. Even those deathly demonic ones that her mother had had.

She knew exactly what awaited her if she was killed. And it was with that in mind that she attempted to lunge and plunge those blade-like claws of hers right into the man's spine. She was slow, but that meant there would be less noise, the slow, steady lunge, with her own considerable strength behind it. Her mind blaring away that this wasn't going to work. It wouldn't get deep enough. He'd dodge. He'd shrug it off.

So many things could happen, and she simply prayed that at the very least, even if she was mauled, even if she was terribly mutilated, she just wanted to survive this. Liar. She didn't want to go to hell. You want to kill him. She didn't want to have to die. You want to rip him open. She just wanted to go back t her apartment, back to her sleazy job, back to getting her life back together. You want to grind him under your foot.

-0 Reiatsu for Frightened Lunge

[Beast]

Beast felt something dig into his back just as he was beginning to think that there was nothing in this town that could even hear him. It stung, no, it hurt. His Pain Tolerance wasn't what it used to be, it seems. But he was a fighter. He couldn't let this sneak attack debilitate him. Stamping his foot backwards, he attempted to crush the foot of whoever was behind him and funnel a mastered Tsuzuri Raiden through his foot into their foot. With his less than stellar reiatsu strength in this state it would be little more than a taser, but it would still hurt the leg that he had crushed. Not to mention getting your foot stomped on also hurts. But Beast had to do more than just that if he was going to take down this cowardly enemy. Cowardice of a form that Beast found particularly attractive.

Thankfully a Shinigami body was more durable than a human one, or he'd have been taken out of this fight in one go. As is, though, it still really hurt and her bladed fingers were still inside his back. "Ah, a fighter who's not afraid to fight dirty. I like you already. Tell me your name so I can know who it is that I ate first?" As he was talking, he was gathering up reiatsu again for a different spell. An orange tentacle emerged from his back, moving towards the Nakabakki behind him to grab her and push her away and out of Beast's back. Horin was a particularly useful Bakudo, but it was slow and weak and easily broken free from. Hopefully it would be enough of a surprise that she wouldn't have time to do much damage on the way out.

Remaining Reiatsu: 180/230 (-25 Tsuzuri Raiden, -25 Horin)

[Eve Timor]

She noticed that stomp just barely in time. If she had been going for the back of his head, she would have missed it completely, but she was stabbing at his back, which was well below her line of vision, and by sheer point of her attention being cast downward, she saw that foot suddenly shift, and she FELT his body suddenly shift it's weight.

She moved in tandem with him, and while he was faster, she was able to move her foot just enough to avoid a full stomp, his foot scraping her big toe, making a jolt of fear go up her spine as that kido lanced up her foot through her shoe and the contact with the edge of her toe, sudden pain blistering across her leg as suddenly she was injured. And instinctively she felt her pupils dilate, her lips curling into a snarl as she SHOVED firmly, throwing her weight forward on her left arm, aiming to dig her hand into his back, and aimed to curl those claws to grab a hold of whatever bone she had plunged her claws close enough to grab, be they ribs or vertebrae.

There was just a moment when that blistering tendril whipped about and lashed around her bicep. and it was fairly strong, strong enough that her claws tore into surroundings, as the grip on the man was just stronger than the grip that spell had on her. She was almost peeled off, she was ALMOST pulled free, and she felt the strain in her body, the strain of her just barely managing to snap that tendril from her bicep. Just as an idea hit her.

The idea was fairly stupid, realistically she should have focused on the ground she had gained, but the spell was distracting, or rather more specifically enraging. She swung that free arm, and suddenly the clink of chains filled the air. chains normally invisible to normal humans, the length of those incredible links would whip out, swinging in from behind Beast's head, only just letting a short ammount spill out as she sought to slam it into his neck, and wrap that length of chain around the man's throat, or simply around his head.

She was too concerned about her grip to pull her other claws out of his back. She knew that this was a good score, and that further damage to not only the spine, but the muscles in his back would be in her favor. So she panicked, and she leaned in and her mouth bared, surprising herself as soon she had a mouthfull of beast and she was biting down with as much force as she could muster, attempting to sink her teeth into the bulge of muscle that ran lateral to the spine.

She had no idea if she had hit something important. She didn't even know if she was somewhere vital with her claws, or if this was a proper tactic. She had been trained to fight with her dolls. Affen and Baila. She had never had to do anything herself. She had some training with a bow, but nothing like close quarters combat. nothing except for the wild lessons she had learned from fighting one race in particular. The one race that had actually earned her respect in the many years of hunting down spiritual threats.

The Horin lash would likely be crumbling, but breaking the damn thing had been tiring, that odd...weird fatigue in one's core that came from shrugging off a spiritual ability with one's strength. Not only that but her leg burned, only her deterrence to fear and pain keeping her going. Keeping her from halting. She felt the urge to swear, but with potentially a mouthfull of flesh she would be trying to tear off the man, that probably wasn't going to happen. Not to mention the fact that she had no game plan from here.

Where was that damn monkey when she needed them!? Where was that beautiful flower when she could have used such a powerful deterrent?! She had never realized just how much she relied on them, until she was powerless. Until it was just her by her lonesome, reduced to biting and clawing like some sort of animal, not even sure if her attacks would do any lasting damage. The man was larger than her, she wasn't even sure if her attacks penetrate the entire layer of that back muscle.

[Beast]

The Hado wasn't fully successful as the Nakabakki managed to avoid most of it. It still brushed the side of her toe though and delivered its painful jolt of electricity. The Bakudo was completely unsuccessful as the Nakabakki tore it apart with brute strength before it could push her away. Beast heard some chains rattling as the being behind him swung them in an arc to try to wrap around his neck. His boxing training kicking in, he raised his arms to his face in a defensive stance. The chain would wrap around his arm instead of his neck, crushing the wrist enough to cause him to suck in a breath of air in pain. He might be able to force through the pain of the stab and the chains, but what came next was over the top pain that caused him to roar out.

He was bit, hard.

A chunk of flesh was ripped out of his back, further exposing his spine to damage. He lost feeling in an arm temporarily, a terrible sign. He had to get this creature off of his back and fast. Pushing off of the ground, he flash stepped forwards to try to escape. This would cause even more flesh to be torn out of his spinal area as the claws remained where they were, eliciting another sharp cry of pain. Not to mention he was still attached to her by her chains. This was not looking good for Beast. His pride had led him to be ambushed and the attacker had taken every opportunity to deal as much damage as possible.

What even was in it for her? Defending this town that he had insulted? The thrill of the fight like he was seeking? Whatever it was, she was doing well at delivering crippling amounts of damage. The Shunpo would only take him a foot forwards or so, just enough to escape the claws but not enough to escape the chain that was wrapped around his arm and crushing his wrist. The Hollow Wraith grabbed the chain with his other arm and channeled another Tsuzuri Raiden through it. It should do much more damage that way since it was attached to the woman and all. He wasn't quite sure anymore if he would get out of this encounter unscathed...

Remaining Reiatsu: 105/230 (-50 Shunpo, -25 Tsuzuri Raiden)

[Eve Timor]

The shunpo caught her by surprise. the chain was completely wrapped around the man's arms and head, so when he suddenly moved forward, she was literally pulled along with him, her slightly tougher body slamming into him from behind, even if her claws had been dislodged, they sank right back into him once she plowed into him, gritting her teeth and immediately feeling a sudden vigor in her, a slow building anger that bubbled along her flesh and made her feel a sudden heat in her claws, and by the most maginal amount, they crept up her wrists.

That black, glass-like skin crept up her forearms, slowly enveloping more and more of her form as her anger seethed, and her eyes all but glowed with a ferocity that belied her aggressive growth in rage. Until suddenly that anger was gone. Her cruel, demonic nature bleeding into her heart as the air around her would suddenly feel...cold. A briskness that emanated from her body. Her aspect of hell, and the fringes of her hair just barely sparkled with hints of black frost. Even if she wasn't able to release, even though she had lost so much of her power. It stirred inside of her.

Suddenly a calm hit her like a truck. And she did not begin mindlessly clawing the man's back. Instead, she sank the bladed claw of her thumb directly between the man's shoulder blades as she saw the arm reach for her chains. She shoved that claw in, and then twisted before extending her fingers and sinking them in, attempting to dig those claws in under the man's shoulder blade, and then yank, pulling on that plate of bone viciously.

If she managed to halt him, it would save her a good deal of pain, but the chance was still significant that she would feel a sudden burst of pain as magical lightning would blaze it's way cross her arm anchored to the chain, causing the arm to suddenly yank back reflexively and apply a significant ammount of force onto the links, attempting to rip them away from the man. However, unlike unwinding it, tearing the chains from Beast's body meant a significant ammount of flesh, hair, and muscle being tugged along as that chain was yanked away viciously. The only thing keeping her from outright snapping his neck being that arm braced against the chain itself.

As she attempted to disengage from Beast, she braced herself, and kept her body close to his, as well as keeping her claws inside of him. She considered dragging her claws downward, opening his back up with a clean downward laceration going down his spine. But at present, she was maintaining the ability to damage him without an enormous ammount of consequence outside of that vicious lightning burning her flesh. She had to get him to stop, and she didn't know how dangerous he would be if she allowed him to reset.

He had already shown that unlike her, she was capable of using a step technique, which meant that as soon as they parted, she would be at a disadvantage. Simply, she feared that sudden burst of speed he was capable of accomplishing. Once she had her chain free she would swing it wide, whipping it around and wrapping it around her torso, possibl smacking it into Grodd if he did not manage to distance himself. She had no idea how much those chains would protect her, but at the very least it would serve as some sort of armor. It wouldn't stop his blade from touching her, but at the very least it aught to keep it from going clean through her body in one stroke.

[Beast]

As Beast reached for the chain, he felt a sharp tug as a deterrent. Claws were inside his back, pulling at his shoulder blade in an extremely painful manner. If he continued, he risked losing use of the arm completely. He just had to risk it. Powering through the pain with his stubbornness, he grabbed the chain and channeled lightning through it. But it came at a cost. His left arm fell limp at his side. In order to get rid of the lightning, the Nakabakki disengaged her chains by tugging at them, tearing flesh and hair and muscle along the way. Now his right arm fell limp at his side as the muscles in the wrist were lacerated.

Desperate, he knew that he had but one more option. Fighting through the pain, he summoned up a final kidou. Horin emerged from his chest, pulling his zanpakutou from its place in his jacket. The tiny dagger was unique in that it could be separated at the hilt, just the blade detaching. Grodd had needed such a feature so he could ritual release his Shikai instead of using the spoken incantation. Beast had stolen the Shinigami's voice, so a verbal release would have been impossible. Now, that dagger might come in handy. The Horin was holding just the blade section, leaving the hilt inside the jacket.

Instead of going around his body where the woman might be able to see it and react, Beast was going to do something reckless and foolish. Steeling himself for how much this was going to hurt and how much damage he'd do to himself (potentially lethal damage) he took just a moment after casting the spell to take a deep breath in. Then he plunged the Horin and his Zanpakutou through his abdomen, out his back, and directed it at Timor's face. He'd attempt to stab her repeatedly in the face until she released her hold on his back. If this didn't work... He'd die.

Remaining Reiatsu: 80/230 (-25 Horin)

[Eve Timor]

The sudden burst of blood and sharp pointy objects caught her attention immediately, and even with Timor's instincts, she barely managed to pull back before that blade slashed her across the cheek, her claws tearing out of the man as suddenly she felt another slow throb inside of her, her heart pounding away at a million beats per minute as the crisp sensation of a weapon breaking her skin got her attention, a very sharp, punctual feeling.

A feeling she hadn't felt in such a long long while. It was odd to say but she really didn't do much after she had lost her powers. She had reclused herself, driven herself into a corner, and refused herself the actual sensation of breaking otu of her mold. To delve back into her own spiritual prowess. Out of spite? Out of laziness? No it was so much more complicated thn that. It wasn't even the fact that she was traumatized by being tricked into ending the life of her father, as well as drinking her mother's blood.

The fact of the matter was, that she was simply scared. She was afraid, afraid of the feeling that it would come with. In the company she had been ruthless, but it had been not been personal. Her dolls did most of the work, but she did find that back then, she had always relished the ability to finish someone off with her bare hands. And the fact was it wasn't even a brilliant flash of happiness. It wasn't some mad rush she got.

It was a slow, cold satisfaction, a sort of buzz that tingled through her when she saw them react to just how heartless she could be. And when she found out what she truly was. When she finally knew why she was the way she was, and why it was that her father had done the things he had, it all just crumbled around her. And she had felt a revulsion that her antics were the result of her own peverted soul. The taint of some demon that had lain with a mortal. an act that even if he hadn't killed himself through her, would have claimed his life eventually.

And standing there with her blood runnin down her cheek, there was some slow part of her that continued to twist and snarl it's teeth at her. The part that made the excitement drain from her eyes as she looked at the man who she had mauled and robbed of use of his arms. The man she had already done so much damage to. And she felt the need to do more. Even though he had not really done much. He'd murdered a bunch of people, but honestly? She had almost done so a number of times.

Some might have said there was a difference. But that difference was so razor thin. Especially when, looking at the 'monster', she saw exactly what she herself was capable of. Exactly the kind of damage she was willing to do without any remorse or hesitation. and there was that chill, that slow buzzing tingle in her gut. And she wondered. Did she even want to kill him? Was there anything...bad...if she just...kept him? she wondered...could she keep him in her apartment? Under the floor boards, in a closet.

Thinking of all the things she could do to him. Thinking of the screams. Thinking of the suffering. Thinking of all she could do with just a little time and effort to make sure he lived through this? The very thought drew her tongue out into the open, and she slowly dragged that warm, wet muscle across her lips as those eyes narrowed at the beast before her, that glassy skin continuing to creep halfway up her forearms as she felt the glimmering spec of reiatsu in her core.

A familiar presence that comforted her. But also something different. Something feeding on these dark thoughts, feeding on this new idea of a life she would lead keeping some torture captive in her house. And it slavered at the notion, and wanted more. It had a silent starvedness about it. Like a wolf that didn't quite have to snarl, didn't quite have the ENERGY to bare it's teeth. But with a look so deep and soulless that you knew exactly what that limited energy was going to work on.

" Run." came that cold command from the woman, as she didn't quite struggle, but suppressed those urges. She hoped that he ignored her. But this was her justification. If he remained, she could do it. If he refused to leave that was the end game. A simple little trigger that would put him far enough into the enemy category to justify what it was she wanted to do to him.

And it really DID need justification. She was still afraid of fully giving in. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to ust dip her toe. Plenty of humans had done worse without earning hell's ire. People doing terrors in the name of greater good and the like. The sheer number of psychos from soul society she'd had the displeasure to meet was evidence enough for her. The line for hell was thin on reasons and morals. Filled with people too dumb or too impatient to be reasonable.

Her body was burning, she was hurting, and that cut was another distraction. But this was absolutely nothing compared to what Beast was enduring. Nothing compared to the agony he was suffering through. She was practically fine by comparison, and that stab to his own chest was a nail in his own coffin at that point. the only question was wether he would be able to drag her down with him. Whether she would hear that voice whispering in her head.

She raised her hands, those claws flexing as she shifted, those chains clinking along her body as she set her gaze squarely on the....whatever Beast was. Frankly she wasn't entirely sure what he was. He didn't quite feel like any being shed felt before in the past. there was traces of hollow, and shinigami, but she couldn't taste the ratio. She couldn't quite put her thumb on where in the spectrum he lay. If she were less injured, she might be a bit concerned.

But as it were, she just focused on getting ready, her weight distributed between her feet as she prepared herself to launch an attack on the man at a moment's notice, so very ready to throw down and add another line of puncture and claw marks to the beast's body. As more and more, that form of hers continued to feel more and more alive. Sick ideas aside, she felt fantastic, second only to the afterglow to a good lay, and even then this was not far behind. So very very close.

[Beast]

Beast finally felt the claws withdraw from his back as Timor got distance away from his stabbing attack. But he could smell the blood that had been spilt that wasn't his own... And he wanted to spill more. He was angry, riled up, and his heart was pounding inside his chest. It was... thrilling. He was having fun, even if he was losing much of his energy and his life at the same time. He was tired, nearly spent, but adrenaline kept him going strong. If it weren't for the thrill of the fight, hanging on the edge of dying or victory, he'd have given up long ago.

The Wraith fought his way to his feet, turning to face his opponent at last. He was surprised that it was a woman with long flowing hair and a great chest. Beast had never met an attractive woman that had a cruel streak running so deep within her. Someone who was willing to sneak up on someone, plunge their demonic hand into his back, and just leave it there for minutes while twisting, pulling, and biting. All without saying a word except "Run." And now how could he run? He was free from her ambush, and though he didn't have good use of his right or left arm, he was good at bouncing back from wounds and recovering quicker than most people could.

"No. How could I run now that I've drawn some blood? I'll have to finish what I've started. But don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Well, you'll probably experience excruciating pain, but then it'll all be over." Was it a bluff? Was it just foundless optimism? Whatever it was, Beast wasn't backing down. Now that he could see his opponent, he readied another attack from a distance. Byakurai was a small laser, but hopefully another wound to the chest would slow down Timor. She'd already been shocked twice with Tsuzuri Raiden, so maybe another electrical blast to the chest would cause her to hesitate enough that he could recover a little bit.

Remaining Reiatsu: 55/230 (-25 Byakurai)

[Eve Timor]

A brow lofted when of all things, she noticed that gaze drift along her form, and for just a moment she thought she saw surprise on the monsters face, and she burst out laughing, a hearty giggle to herself as she gave an amused look to the Beast. "See something you like fuckface?" She asked, almost rolling her eyes were it not for the fact she was in combat. However the glow of a spell caused an immediate action.

At first she had a fear in her. Cero. Or maybe a bala. The attack before had been so very familiar, very much like an electrica. So when she lunged to the side, she took the byakurai through her left breast at an angle, exiting though her armpit rather than out her back as that blast of reiatsu barreled through her form. And she felt that sudden hit of adrenaline and almost-shock hit her like a tree. and she rushed in, streaking rapidly forward as her left arm twitched, blood staining her top as she rushed in and sought to wrap an arm around his shoulders.

For just a moment she lunged, her mouth heading toward beast's , that arm wrapping entirely around, so that her claws latched over his throat, attempting to get another grapple onto the hollow. And with a sudden lunge her mouth opened and for just a moment her lips met hisat least until teeth flashed. Surprisingly sharp ones snared out as she sought to grab onto the side of his cheek and then sink those sharp whites in and then tear, attempting to rip a portion of the beast's face away from him after the fake-out.

She could not afford to take more hits like that. Her free hand aimed to reach for the center of his chest, aiming to find that stab wound where he had pierced himself, the attack to Beast's face being an utter distraction, a feint. She would try to plunge her hand up and into his chest, and reach straight for the left breast, hoping to dig those claws in and wrap her sharp fingers around the monster's heart, assuming he even had one.

She would try to latch onto whatever she could find there, wether she would smile at him with a clean face, or one stained with his flesh and blood, it all rode on that lunge for his existing wound. Fully prepared to eat another attack, hoping that he didn't have any steam left in him. She would be breathing heavily, almost panting just a little as she would give the monster of a man a playful little wink. It was almost a little cute. It was gross, and she felt that cold settling in.

But she refused it. She embraced other feelings, other emotions, and drowned herself in them. A potentially blood-soaked tongue running across her lips. "I'd say Eat your heart out bigboy. But by the time I'm done with you. The one eating that heart is gonna be me." Came that sultry tone, laced with a slow, vicious voice that would make anyone shudder, and not in the most pleasant of ways, as deep inside of her. She felt it.

She KNEW that if she got what she wanted. She was going to rip his heart out of his chest. And she was going to eat it. She could be horrified about it later. She could think about all the people that this thing had probably killed. But at that moment, she couldn't focus on anything moral like that. She had felt just a tinge of her mother in her. And instinctively, she had shunned it. And even if it meant doing something this disgusting, if it meant denying that cold,frigid self, she didn't care.

[Beast]

There was no hesitation, no pause. Timor took the electrical attack and in the same breath was charging forwards. Even as blood stained her top from her chest being pierced, she had no hesitation as she charged forwards. What a ^&*@ing monster... Despite his stubbornness, Beast was starting to be very afraid of the Nakabakki. He wished that he had taken the offer to run now, though he still had some reserves of energy left even though he was panting and nearly spent. He still had one more trick up his sleeve, though, one that would help him to survive this encounter.

As soon as Timor arrived at Beast, she'd find there was something in the way. He didn't have the time to Shunpo away immediately since he was so tired, so he used Advanced Air Ground to solidify the air in between him and the charging monster of a woman. This air wall wouldn't last long against her claw attacks, but would last just long enough for Beast to charge his Shunpo and flash step as far away as he could. At his weakened state, the Shunpo wouldn't carry him very far, but might carry him just far enough to start running on his own feet. He was exhausted, wounded, and dripping blood, but he was starting to gain control of his arms again. Sooner or later he'd be back to full strength if he didn't die on the way.

But at least he was going to try to get away...

Remaining Reiatsu: 30/230 (-50 Shunpo)

[Eve Timor]

The sudden barrier was a surprise. and the sheer, simple reason that she did not simply peel it apart was that she did not have any immediate technique to do so. Air platforms were never made to have any durability at base form, and even barehanded, her claws sliced into those panels, vying for a grip on the Beast. And by the skin of his teeth he managed to get away, she burst through that panel he left behind and blinked, panting softly as she bled down onto the ground.

He was gone. She could see him, running. But chasing him with her most recent wound was not smart. Technically she was in better shape. He would bleed out way before she did. But.....still.... she just laughed. Her loud, booming cackling easily reaching Beast as he ran away from her, reaching up and slowly licking the blood from her claws, her eyes casually looking at the bright red color before shaking her head, a soft little hum escaping her. She DID tell him to run after all.


"That it? Hahhhh..... fuck." She whispered softly to herself, staring straight ahead as the beast ran away, gently reaching up and gently touching her injured breast, thankfully her actual mammary was not pierced, just the pectoral muscle and the armpit. It was hardly shallow, but it thankfully had missed her ladies. Still, fuuuuck. She took just a moment to clear her head, slowly turning away and heading back to her apartment. Her clothing was a mess.

Lucifer was right there waiting for her, that fuzzy bumhead promptly looking up at her. and she actually chuckled softly to herself when she realized... he expected to be fed. Shaking her head, so soon after her injury, she just wound up tearing up her ruined shirt and binding up her shoulder. Then she fed her Rat, Rick and Morty soon showing up on her table as well. Once the three of them were all fed, she flopped onto her couch and sighed softly to herself. Thinking about how amazingly easy it was, to fall right back into her routine.

Well. That and she would have to hunt down her employer. This injury wasn't going to heal itself.

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