[omg daichi without his mask and looking sad/very much in love.gif]
She kicked him and he went down, though he was already back onto his feet. He couldn’t waste a single second while going against her, not with the other Brotherhood members nearby. Katana up and ready, he prepared himself for whatever she was going to do. But in that moment of preparing, he found his chest tightening at the sight of her. Despite how angry and determine she was to defeat him, Daichi found her absolutely beautiful.
“Bring it on, Theodora.” And she did exactly that. Daichi stood strong and tall for a few seconds, using his katana to block some of the energy, though his unbreakable ice began to crack before shattering completely. He was sent back once again by her, God. She even cracked his kitsune mask, damnit, he actually liked that thing. Taking the mask completely off, he dug his fingers into the ground, the look in his eyes hard and heavy. Behind him, eight large ice shards pointed in her direction. Because if she was seriously going to hurt, maybe even kill him, he could do the same. At her words, he gave her a dry laugh. “I’m a liar? What, because I didn’t tell you what I did for a living?” That he was apart of the Brotherhood, that he was a mutant, you know. The small details. He was standing now, though he was deeply wounded from their battle. His head was throbbing, his chest was still tight, and his ice creation was slowly becoming difficult for him to do. But he be damned if he gave up, he was not the type to give up. Not against no one, Theodora included. “Sorry for leaving that out, didn’t think it was necessary for me to tell you that.”
[theodora going even more super saiyan.gif]
she’s not going to fall for his distractions. not this time, or ever. theodora, and the every single human being around her, are in a pressure cooker, with every second passing a sign of death looming closer.
she knows what she has to do.
theodora flows slow and steady, here sphere of bright, white light of energy shrinking the closer she gets to him. this time, there are no words. she has nothing left to say to him. all she needs is to brace herself for what’s to come.
lifting her palm, she summons the long tendrils of energy surrounding her, swimming across her fingertips, and aims between daichi’s eyes. her own are glowing even brighter, almost blinding as her mind penetrates into his body—very life force—at scanning and grasping every living cell that flows inside of him.
and in one fluid motion, she wrenches her fist closed.