What experience has left in her is a latent fact time cannot alter. How from countless of challenges, only a few mentions can award to be stand in equal terms and although she valued most challengers in similar regards, Oga was the closest one to befall in a 'cool' label.
Graced with a bewildering sight, the beast woman reduced most of her actions to a mere quiet observance, for this visage was deserving of admiration. It may be a accounted as obnoxious, how their form has adopted a more radiant and breathtaking composure that even Kurokami should recognize as 'fascinating' -- the gleaming aura that his body exerted did not stray far from her own changes whenever activating any of her god modes but in him it might represent something more powerful, his own strength finally surpassing a limit it can be outwardly visible.
Excitement is unable to be retained at this point, and in the heat of the moment; she finds herself shouting, "That's the Tatsumi and Beel I love!," a fist pumping into the air the moment ecstatic vocals resounded in their environs. Despite he was her opponent, she couldn't silence anymore her urges to praise the result of his effort in an enthusiastic exposition.
His conviction brought nothing else but satisfaction to the heiress and such was displayed in a shameful gesture of utter bliss -- a wide smile that unlike her somewhat burlesque tendencies befell in a content fashion, trying to not waste a single chance she has to make her relief noticeable. He rarely disappointed any expectation she settled, despite he was not safe either from being looked down upon, Medaka always knew he could offer enough to rival her abilities. Pride overflowed within her, joy that cannot be equaled and only surges due the thrill of a fight; as no purpose nor deeper meaning is required for a challenge. If she could have another opportunity to speak up, she could have added she was glad for him. Glad to see him up, move forward after facing his own helplessness and step back where he belonged.
For a man who often desired to fight alone it was gratifying to presence these results. Did he finally realized the obvious? She was eager to test it!
And to reaffirm further their differing stances, she could not stay behind in returning the favor. His inhumane speed could oppose the basics of her Kurokami Phantom and his amped power possessed every aspect that should induce fear with the mere thought of defying the grandeur of a regal demon.
Dodging is never part of her small panorama of options, part to blame her horrendous ego that never measured the possible consequences and thus found little trouble to have such insulting idea cross her mind. Thus, it was easy to partake in without actually rationalizing cons and pros --
Nonetheless, a win or a lose were nothing.
His figure could not be followed by mere sight alone when he departed from his airborne position, leaving room to merely follow the contrary direction in order to affront his attack face to face when his electrified form rushed forth-- her veins pulsated at the compass of 'sound' and her muscles were stimulated in a similar wavelength, repelling touch as her own complexion has been left to be moved solely by vibrations. Her unnatural pulse affected directly physical skills.
In less technical terms, Medaka's body has become a heart.
Her body was positioned in all fours before the release, her hands gracing the ground to propel her whole body in a vectorial direction to clash against the contenders' attack. The Kurokami final could be described as a strike that, if overlooked; cannot be seen. One suitable for a beast unknown to restrains.
Their auras clasing could only result into a torrent of air, erupting in various directions that lacked mercy on shredding everything that appeared on their way. Not concerned with the possible result, she limited everything to a counter-charge as she had no possibility to prevent his knuckles from embedding its mark against her flesh. She put most of her effort on at most not being launched backwards, as he possessed enough capacity to pin the beast woman against the floor. The metallic flavor of blood already sipping through her lips was not enough to stop her from trying to rear a fist into his midsection.
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