Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2014 22:04:23 GMT -5
Alma grew somber and quiet sometime after both of them broke off from their exchange. Slowly, after glancing at the thin cut at her side, she said, her voice callous, “What the fuck is this? You said you would sever my limbs. Instead, this is all you have to show for all your talk. How am I supposed to evolve and test myself if you can’t kill me?” The playful yet sarcastic attitude from before was gone, and the wolf found her mood becoming more foul by the second. The wolf was a hunter by heart; every wound she received brought her closer to the brink of death, but at the same time, it brought her closer to the next stage. How was she supposed to get stronger and learn more about her enemies, if she was not tested? The wolf had grown up in the blistering cold, and found her true purpose in life only after going beyond death. Only through the lens of death could she see the path of the hunt before her and walk it. For that reason, the wolf was frustrated with the man. She had hoped he could sever a limb, or leave her body in shreds at least, before he fell, but things were not turning out the way she wanted them to. By the way he struggled to breath, and how much blood was coming out of his back, he might not be able to put up much of a fight for long.
That is, until he called out some sort of phrase, and his weapon transformed glowed and morphed. The blade grew longer, until it formed a weapon with great reach and a deadly end. With a start, the man lunged forward, his weapon dancing along with him in a thrust; on instinct, she reacted by throwing her body to the side as he lunged, but found that she had underestimated the reach. Due to her prior movement, the thrust cut her right shoulder, deeper than the last attack had. Blood flew out immediately, but she moved just enough for the blade not to get stuck and leave more of a mark. She spoke, her voice full of ecstasy, “This is perfect! Yes, keep it up!” The man pulled back his arms, and lunged again, utilizing the weapon to its full effectiveness. Again, she jumped to the side, managing to time the movement better, and barely avoided the edge. Though, if this sort of attack kept up, Alma would be in trouble. There was a limit to how much pain she could endure after all. One false step, and she would may very well find herself impaled on the weapon. The thought caused her to grin more wider, teeth glinting menacingly. This was too much fun! The wolf saw the third thrust on its way, aimed to pierce her mask and send her to hell.
It was time for her to throw some fun back at him. The wolf waited until the blade was near her mask before she dropped her body down to the ground. The weapon grazed her back, drawing blood, but that was what she had intended. Alma pushed her head up, on the shaft of the weapon, and not the blade, attempting to knock that end of the weapon up into the air. With that same movement, she darted forward, eating the distance between both of them in no time. In the subsequent attacks from the man, the wolf had learned how dangerous the length of the weapon could be, but she also guessed that it might its weakness. With the blade located only at the end of the shaft, instead of comprising most of the length, like a sword, defending against something that was up close instead of far away once the weapon was out would be difficult. It reminded her of her time as an animal. Those with long legs and bodies had difficulty maneuvering when they faced the small lupine and agile bodies of those who hunted them. Though, she had taken damage in her fighting style; the wolf was a fighter who lived on the thrill of death after all.
With the shaft of the weapon overhead, the wolf clung low to the ground as she moved, and darted to the right before she collided with the man. Her left leg lunged out, claws extending a full six-inches with the pass. With her body low, the attack would be aimed at his upper thigh; of course, if he failed to react sufficiently, the man would find leg cut off completely; if he managed to react, then he still ran the risk of having his muscle and arteries separated instead. With the amount of bleeding he was dealing with already, both scenarios were not very pleasant. Nonetheless, the wolf did not stop her run, and instead kept moving after she would pass him. If he could manage to move after the attack, then there was a chance that he would swing his weapon around, and cut her down as she moved. For that reason, Alma would continue to run until she felt she reached a point where she was out of range. The wolf had seen the weapon in action three times before, so she was aware by now that it was most dangerous at a distance than up close. Regardless, the wolf, laughed, her voice full of delight, “Fun, fun, fun! Keep it up! You sure know how to show a girl a good time!” Her laugh was throaty and rough -- hysterical and wild, like her mood. The wolf was really enjoying herself it seemed.
Remaining Reiatsu: 350/350
That is, until he called out some sort of phrase, and his weapon transformed glowed and morphed. The blade grew longer, until it formed a weapon with great reach and a deadly end. With a start, the man lunged forward, his weapon dancing along with him in a thrust; on instinct, she reacted by throwing her body to the side as he lunged, but found that she had underestimated the reach. Due to her prior movement, the thrust cut her right shoulder, deeper than the last attack had. Blood flew out immediately, but she moved just enough for the blade not to get stuck and leave more of a mark. She spoke, her voice full of ecstasy, “This is perfect! Yes, keep it up!” The man pulled back his arms, and lunged again, utilizing the weapon to its full effectiveness. Again, she jumped to the side, managing to time the movement better, and barely avoided the edge. Though, if this sort of attack kept up, Alma would be in trouble. There was a limit to how much pain she could endure after all. One false step, and she would may very well find herself impaled on the weapon. The thought caused her to grin more wider, teeth glinting menacingly. This was too much fun! The wolf saw the third thrust on its way, aimed to pierce her mask and send her to hell.
It was time for her to throw some fun back at him. The wolf waited until the blade was near her mask before she dropped her body down to the ground. The weapon grazed her back, drawing blood, but that was what she had intended. Alma pushed her head up, on the shaft of the weapon, and not the blade, attempting to knock that end of the weapon up into the air. With that same movement, she darted forward, eating the distance between both of them in no time. In the subsequent attacks from the man, the wolf had learned how dangerous the length of the weapon could be, but she also guessed that it might its weakness. With the blade located only at the end of the shaft, instead of comprising most of the length, like a sword, defending against something that was up close instead of far away once the weapon was out would be difficult. It reminded her of her time as an animal. Those with long legs and bodies had difficulty maneuvering when they faced the small lupine and agile bodies of those who hunted them. Though, she had taken damage in her fighting style; the wolf was a fighter who lived on the thrill of death after all.
With the shaft of the weapon overhead, the wolf clung low to the ground as she moved, and darted to the right before she collided with the man. Her left leg lunged out, claws extending a full six-inches with the pass. With her body low, the attack would be aimed at his upper thigh; of course, if he failed to react sufficiently, the man would find leg cut off completely; if he managed to react, then he still ran the risk of having his muscle and arteries separated instead. With the amount of bleeding he was dealing with already, both scenarios were not very pleasant. Nonetheless, the wolf did not stop her run, and instead kept moving after she would pass him. If he could manage to move after the attack, then there was a chance that he would swing his weapon around, and cut her down as she moved. For that reason, Alma would continue to run until she felt she reached a point where she was out of range. The wolf had seen the weapon in action three times before, so she was aware by now that it was most dangerous at a distance than up close. Regardless, the wolf, laughed, her voice full of delight, “Fun, fun, fun! Keep it up! You sure know how to show a girl a good time!” Her laugh was throaty and rough -- hysterical and wild, like her mood. The wolf was really enjoying herself it seemed.
Remaining Reiatsu: 350/350