Mind began to race with situations and their outcomes. How she could escape to regroup at this moment to truly counter him. Besides killing the culprit, what the hell could she do?! She didn’t ask how he fought; didn’t prepare for it. Then again, it was normal – one couldn’t prepare for every enemy they had to face. That went for her as well. With each option that appeared in her mind, she tried to figure out the best way that it could work for her. However, she couldn’t find a single one. Multiple options occurred.
She could transform and get out that way. That’s too big of a target. She could quickly turn, once enough space was given, and fight back. She was probably following her already. She could —
That’s when the sword pierced her left ankle. “Gah!” Steps faltered as she stumbled, trying to regain her balance, yet unable to. Slamming on her knees, she reached behind to grab the magical blade and rip it out from her. A hiss following as blood trickled out from the wound. Touching her hand to it, she casted a small Heal spell to start the mending process. Either by her own magic or her ability to heal quickly, it would still take time for it to stop. Time was something she didn’t have.
Was running not an option…?
His voice only rose her heartbeat.
Hearing some kind of sound, as if it was rushing in the air, Kamui did her best to dodge out of the way of the second sword as she stood back up. However, it still scrapped her leg, thankfully not impaling her as it did the ground. Raising her right arm, a human’s hand morphed to an unsightly mix of a dragon’s face; her face suddenly donned a dragon’s mask of sorts, and her wings rested on her back. Water swirled within the maw and was soon expelled towards Black Battler with an insane amount of force as the mouth closed. Deciding to use this formation, instead of her bladed formation, she was hoping that the distance was enough. A few more shots were fired, all aiming for his stomach, as if she had a double-barrel shot gun attached to her hand. She couldn’t see his face due to the mutation, thank God.
Blindly interrupted by the unwarranted slap of water had him pressed on the corner, his entire being doused. Was that supposed to be the fucking dragon's saliva or some shit? Either way, he's just glad it wasn't sticky or anything. Perhaps it was just an elemental attack, little cute lizard making an attempt in getting back at him. He had to admit that he was knocked back, and her attack was thoroughly unexpected. But did she really think it would work twice? Nah. He wouldn't give her the chance to try that shitty move again. It's not all the time that the forgery allows himself to be attacked. If he did, they better make sure it's fatal. Otherwise, he's gonna hold a grudge that remains unimaginable up until this day.
And Kamui better believe that he's not going to forget that.
Water trickled over his frame, her repeated move disabling him from even initiating a conversation. No fun. Maybe they could fix this with a small talk, you know? Geez. It continued, the force and pressure of the water apparent against his skin. Such a strong impact should be enough to keep a person down, but... for some reason he was up in the air, face effectively taking the form of Ushiromiya Battler’s once again, yet a figure remained on the spot where her attack was directed at. Long before she'd even have the chance to notice, the person she was attacking began to disappear. It was only an image, a false reflection that manipulated the eyes into thinking the target's fixated on that location, inspired by Furudo Erika. Though completely drenched and horribly pissed, he smiled at his beautiful, beautiful dragon.
With his both hands raised, thunder clapped in the air as if announcing the arrival of a wonderful night. The sky turned grim and dark, crimson enveloping the surrounding and emitting a sickening breeze. Such a pretty lizard, befitting of a grand display of skills. He wouldn't normally use his reserved attacks just to torture anyone, but Kamui was a special exception that rule. Her scales, her motivation to run and her refusal to surrender... ahhhhhh, it's enough to leave him purely ecstatic.
Once again his mocking laughter resounded in the air. "What a good, good dragon~!" as he said this, the ground opened to reveal twin towers marred with thirty-six holes. In an instant, it fired a quick barrage of purple projectiles, aimed at Kamui and attempting to swallow her whole. That's right. This is a technique that he had stolen from the Golden Witch Beatrice. "You're mine, Kamui~!"
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