Standing her ground, the long-bodied amazon slipped her hands into the deep recesses of her pockets. Wisps of a groan slipped through her lips, her neck rolled in preparation. Unlike her would-be foe here, Goldilocks didn't usually keep tabs on other pirates. The occasional poster picking or word of mouth was usually how she got her information but she'd never really paid them too much mind; at the end of it all they would either join her or she'd be standing atop their corpse.
However, the woman vaguely remembered seeing this one's face on a handful of parchments. A well-crafted font with a flattering image, of course she was much more attractive in person. Given this one's bounty wasn't that far off from her own, Ahn was possibly one of three other pirates outside of her own mates that she kept tabs on. To run into in a place like this only offered two reasons: Either the mournfully clad woman was tailing her, or this was one hell of a coincidence.
The looming Goldi made no movements as Ahn tapped the tip of her steel against the stone during her brisk approach. The pinkette stood nearly ten feet in heels, her body lean yet curved, however, the flesh wasn't as soft as it appeared."D'aww, an admirer. I'm flattered. But there ain't s**t comfy about this life, luv."Scolded the pirate sternly. A hand removed itself from the warm confines of her pants so that her pinky could scratch that deep itch in her ear; flicking away the waxy contents with some level of difficulty.
Somewhere between Ahn's hurried steps across their ballroom and the rising sweep of ringing steel, Goldi's muscles hardened into that of the same material her foe wielded. Rippling and denting into a well-toned bulk that was outlined through the stretching threads of her clothing. Her free heavy paw dropped down and caught the blade. The world quaked and the surface at their feet stirred and rattled from the reverberation of their powerful clash. Fingertips pressed dominantly into the metal's body, keeping it at bay with her pincered vice grip. The sharpened edge just pressing shallowly into the palm of her hand.
The woman was unexpectedly strong, but Goldi had a masterful defense.
"Really now? Then let meh tell'yah mah motto."All of her whimsy and carelessness had been overshadowed by the corroding forces that fueled her dark desires. A single azure adorned in a shimmering gleam of bloodlust and excitement gazed from a face cloaked in shadowy contours by her rosette locks.
A hand rose from her pocket in response, arm outstretched as a closed palm aimed itself down at Ahn's visage. A spiral of darkness twisted and coagulated into a spherical mass of gravitational blackness an inch from her hand."I take what I want—And give nothing back!"The softball sized orb would fire out towards Ahn, with the intent of cleaning her head clear from her shoulders.
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Thhk. Her blade only seemed to nibble at the iron skin from such a fair wrist. Her eyes shot onto the sight as if it were a lie. ...So this is the extent of my strength. Licking beneath her teeth. Unacceptable.
"You'd be faster without all the fool's gold." To Ahn, Goldi's voice sounded like her favorite drink, heavy and crude but with enough silk. Fluid points darting the woman down to her very enamels. The type that doesn't know pantyhose from stocking. Just like herself. A snicker would rip across her face, making her look about ten years younger of hearing the answer as they were sword on skin. "Besides..." Maybe the jewelry would look better if it were thrashing about.
Thrilled to expect this much from someone within her bracket, Ahn saw the quick happening of the dark plume seemingly concentrating from the woman's hand. A power that almost seemed to howl as it would then send off toward her. And when it sent off, the darkness hid itself into a slipstream for she had not seen it until a shaved microsecond later. Cutting across her cheek, blowing behind her hair and letting it fly before dancing again as all would be sucked in. Atoms of her traced, shaved, and gone as blood would only spill over the sheer margin lost.
Still, it was a good thing she had shoved the woman at an angle if the iron defense would not break. "I think you mean...'flattened'!"
It saddened her that people didn't fear a weapon point to face enough. Slashes and jabs, was that all people thought she could do with the mighty claymore? Though the woman still held onto her sword, Ahn only did what she was brilliant at.
Pushing down even harder, with the full extent of her strength until the ground beneath them would churn as her body would fill with an aura kicking up with a torrent of haki coming into the mix. As no blow to come next shall discourage and displease her peer. There was a limit to one's defense.
But none to indomitable will. As her eyes flashed like that of a bearded vulture, a grin split ear to ear as the pressure would outline in blurs around the two formidable women.
Sahana Kurumi
Stats or Anime? Iuncare, you finna catch these hands!
With quick wit and an able body, the woman with raven locks avoided death by spatial displacement with a turn of the head. Struck stone at Ahn's rear was swallowed whole from the sphere's hungry bite; leaving its marks embedded within the wall.
Goldi feared no weapon, for her own could topple even the most well-crafted of blades should the wielder not be able to rise up to the occasion. The clamp at the claymore's base tightened. The clashing pressures formed ripples in the air when her foe doubled down on her efforts in thwarting the pirate's defenses. A flash of aura spun its silk around her, flashing hues and interconnected blurs flared the skies and threatened to topple the ceiling above them as Goldi refused to yield. Pearly whites glistened through a pair of lips stretched wide into a devilish grin.
She had forgotten how enthralling it was to have someone match her pace; captivated by the beautiful sting in Ahn's eyes. Alas, she knew that someone as stubborn as she would never join her ranks; no, then things really would be too easy for her.
For a night then? Perhaps. She would most certainly make the attempt; a woman after her own dead heart.
Using the vice grip she had on the blade, Goldi would give a hard yank, not to force her foe off balance, but to drive her own body into a forward lunge. The momentum shift speedily carried her towards the raven with an open palm first layered in purple and then again in obsidian, this dark force extended outward to try and grab hold of that alabaster face before slamming it deep into the stone floor below.
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England keeps walking, past the bathrooms into the stockroom at the back of the bar in this place. The door unlocked by design. Inside, it smells like a frat house, with shelves upon shelves of assorted liquors, kegs lined, up along the walls, open boxes of napkins and bar glasses on the concrete floor. England's heart swells when a woman walks in, the infant with the round face and enormous eyes reaching out to touch his face. The little girl lifting herself on her tippy toes. To kiss him with a PBJ-smudged face, the teenager slicing the air with her hand as she argued the merits of alternative-energy incentives at this blues convention finals. When the woman draws back and looks at England in the eyes, her smile has vanished. "So this is real." She says.
"Where are you going, England?" She asks. "Why don't you have your friends with you? Why are you dressed in some disguise?" England in a ski-mask with a flash light in his mouth. Sighing. "Hey. Hey." England holds the infant at the shoulders level. "It's okay. Lil. I'm going to talk with mommy." England talks. You'd highly doubt that this little girl was his kid. After all, England was only fifteen years of age. But the less said, the better. England doesn't answer many of the questions given. England doesn't want to give anymore specifics than necessary. But the woman had her mother's smarts. It doesn't take her long. She knew England was good at delivering messages. "You won't tell me. You can't." She adds. "Giving me absolutely no clues. Attempting to forgive me. It must be important. So important that you asked me to fly home from this North Blues, and now... you're doing whatever you're doing." The woman glances over her shoulder. "Where's alex. You're protection." Other than the two men standing in the front of this bar. There was no one else. England was putting money in his pockets. Literally stealing all the money in this bar.
Since this woman graduated from her school, she has opted to decline protection from England. As is her right she often says. But the moment England got a call from her last Friday. England rushed himself and his pirates to her side. It took a couple of days to her home, after this encounter. Because she had a final exam, and England was assured she would be secure back in the South Blue. "My protection is around." England says. She doesn't need to know that England was going into things alone. This woman has enough anxiety as it is. Getting over the loss of her mother, barely a year ago. IS still a work in progress. England still stuffing beli in his pockets from this bars shelves. The woman alarmed, and afraid. England believed she doesn't need to add the possibilities of losing a second parent. She's no child, and mature beyond her years, but she's only twenty-three, for gods sake. Still a babe in the woods when it comes to what life will throw at her. Englands chest tightens at the thought of what all this could mean to her. But England has no choice. he makes a vow to defend her, and right now he was the only person who could do it.
After there talk. Along with all the beli in this bar in England's pockets. He left with her out of this blues. For her own good and safety~
Wormish waiting. She just wanted it to feel warm. What was it about the mindset of most refusing to explode with endeavor? Skin soft as cake, how could her opponent not ram it up against blade and bullet? Articulating her ignorance, Ahn only determined it was proper to cut her to the bone. Often the ribbed end of her blade choking over what was meant to be a hungry kiss to the steel skin in these last few moments.
The smoke of veins would ripple across her smooth features. Like slow flames burning over oiled meat. It cooked slow, spiking on instances she'd feel from the resistance. Hissing each time she couldn't get her way--unable to feel the satisfaction of an immediate blow. Yet horrendously grateful that it didn't all end like a fly flattened against the wall. All sensation crawling up to her hands to remembering the harsh guard of her weapon. Trembling now from the trauma of forces all around. Right around them the castle neither deserved would scar and crack and snap into deep forked trenches. If this continued, the Kingdom of Lyneel would join Ohara in ruin and there would be no treasure for the Dragon.
Wrists shuddering as her own face would be a series of jolts and twitches sporadic and unnatural as she too let her strength slowly gnaw at the fortitude of her opponent. Her iron giving off dull sparks from the atlas heavy scraping. "Hhhh!" The shadow of the lob breaking over her face as it stretched it's ligaments to capture her face.
Her head shaped onto the Earthen mat as it would crack the vault of tera to show the innards of the floor.
Yikes. That would have been bad.
..Had her resolve failed to covet her in time. The shroud of haki dissipating from her expression. Her body laid down, left arm sprawled face down as though she were dead...but her right seemed to be gripping her blade still. And where it was felled naught in vain.
Self assured, half her hair cut uneven, disintegrated by the negative atom touch. Some parts of her skin steaming as it crackled almost. Boosting a reddish aura as if her blood sprayed into autumn. By the way her fresh spilling blood trapped into her eyes, barely blinking, she was dead from the world. In fact it felt refreshing. Focus swallowing it up like dry lilies that which bloomed into full circles of crimson with no distinction to her pupils but the dark burgundy rims almost howling into the steel skinned Goldilocks.
The kenbun imbued blade at this point effectively stabbing the amazonian's foot into place as though it were a tombstone with busoshoku. During the fluid yank, the swordmonger rolled it downward to jab it down strong and hearty to where the tip would dig into the ground beneath the impaled foot. Blow for blow, to ensure her own would commit whilst her opponent only focused on the prettiness of her face eating the floor.
The pressure of impact, that popping clack of bone against stone evoked that ginger sensation of tingling static through the back of the head and down the spine; oh how delightful it was.
Streaks of scarlet gore stretched and molded themselves into the cracked marble beneath. The blackness still coveted the brash one's heart yet did its best to maintain the grip it had on her face. New breath still drew from those lungs so Death had yet to come for her soul, however, her body had been stricken with rigor mortis.
During the moment the golden maned corsair swayed to pry her prey from the pearled floor, she herself found herself floored into that same ground. A sudden rush of pain surged through her person with her foot as its focal point. Sharp and cutting. Heavy and crushing. Stinging yet bone breaking. The pointed crown of Ahn's blade had struck true, from its face through its heel and beyond the amazon found herself impaled from its force. Haki reinforced its integrity and sealed her ability to renege its presence in her foot. Down to panted knee she crouched, her wounded limb bent at its knee for proper balance yet her long arm ensured her hold on Ahn's face, fingertips gripping at either side of her temples, palm mashing bitterly against her nose and upper lip.
The pain was immense but not unwanted. From her injury came that delicious rush of adrenaline she always sought with suds, sex, and sundry. That same high that whose quality could only be sold by the dealer of crisis. Injury came in spades but it was the suit that pain was dressed in that so rarely got dealt.
"Then it'll be your blood to keep me warm at night."
Full lips stretched into something wicked through gritting teeth. Blankets of spacious purples hardened with a sheen around the blackened core of her arm. Summoning the strength of devils then blessing it with the radiant spirit of Haki she stood up fully, caring not about her impaled foot despite her involuntary wince of pain. Hoisting Ahn from the surface and a foot from solid ground, staring at those lovely crimsons through spaces in between her own slender digits; Goldi flung her away with all her strength towards the most outermost castle wall where only two or so layers of stone separated it from the outside world
And in this realm of supernatural phenomena being the norm, Ahn would be on a crash course to being sent completely through it.
Then there'd come a forced conflict of interests. Whether the ravened woman's arm was still attached to her body or not, whether she took the blade with her or not, had now become solely dependent on how determined she was at pushing its tip further through the amazonian's foot to keep one with the castle.
Because the pirate had already reconciled with the idea of losing a foot today.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 7:06 pm
Off she would go.
Taking the entirety of the castle with her.
Chunks of Lyneel singing in gospel ruin, flying down from whence it all came.
The thrust of force burning bright over her in blood so scattered from the impact it almost glistened like minuscule stars.
A granted smile plastered over her face as her eyes rolled into whites in splendid ecstasy at the face Goldilocks had made.
Another strong one. Her sword remained, whilst sanity was made lost out of her grip, crumbling away from the foot as it was a fool's mistake to suffer from the two powers.
The last thing she could remember were her hands encircling the sight of the ruined kingdom tiles, and the woman who tossed her before all would go black.
[flying like team rocket]
It would seem the victor had won.
That is. . .
Until the vapor of mist would appear from the crumbled ruins of the ceiling.
Beauty be damned. Let monsters reign.
Inhibited by her final form, the more she was punished, the more Ahn would become punishing. Feeling every drop inside of her embroil her power into wicked might.
"ＴＨＥ ＳＡＩＮＴＳ ＣＡＮ'Ｔ ＨＥＬＰ ＹＯＵ ＮＯＷ."
The berserker would smile, almost at the peak of her desire. The mannequin of violent macabre would float down with a free falling leap. The ground beneath her softly crushing like breadcrumbs as she would shift her heel. The scabbard in her grip whence the blade was broken clean off from the woman's foot. Instead the bladeless hilt manifested with a visible aura of the demon's red until it was pointed to the size of her claymore.
Almost in splintering view, her visage almost seemed to break as she broke into a run so wild it felt as though the very air was torn. The red mist tearing knot of her calf as it would slice outward like a party ribbon for the speed she desired.
Every blow now covered by spirit will no longer tolerate the dark wraith blow unsullied.
The ropes have been unbound. With bloodied feet she crossed the hallowed ground in speed. Thrashing at the woman, gearing to get straight into her defenses, into the eye of the black storm if she could even if it tore at her every fiber of being. Like a child possessed with black veins scorching her features, howling to be poured out.
"AAAAAAAUUUEHH-HAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Orbs of wicked glean would drown with the sight of Goldilocks as the snarl of the she-bear would come in her throes of her heavy blows.
Whence the demoness come closest, dragging teeth across her chest to try to taste her beating heart.
Through the cobblestone she would go, crumbling an unfortunately sizeable portion of the castle with her. Goldi watched the body careen off into the distance before cooing.
Truly a shame. More often than naught did the most emotionally unstable women make for the most passionate of lovers.
C'est la vie.
Pulling out the sword still anchored through her foot and into the surface the pirate grimaced in both pain and malice. A black corrosion dribbled from the wound as opposed to blood. It slowly begun to stitch itself but the amazon knew that it would scar. However, to get out of this with only a mild limp was a bit more generous than she anticipated.
Diligent eyes scanned the heavy berth of the blade, thankful that its tip wasn't the same with as its base lest she would've been walking around with a peg leg. Her mind was set on keeping this blade as her spoils, without its hilt,however, it was nothing more than a large hunk of carved metal. Goldi was certain that she could hunt down a blacksmith somewhere that could make this her own. Perhaps even embroider its body with the names of her most captivating incursions starting with the ravenous women whose crimson stars were forever etched into her soul.
However, as she tried to move her wounded foot she paused and peered up towards the source of crumbling rubble to see a peculiar mist pouring through that pocket of space. With a scoff and an enthralled smirk Goldi reassembled her battle position. Down did the body descend back to the surface of mortals for a final clash of wills. The crowns would slip from heads unworthy, but the amazon felt ensured that she was the rightful heir to the throne.
Gleaming sapphires gazed in awe towards the beautiful sight of tits and tantalizing ruination in its purest of deathly forms as that sanguine sheet equipped itself to the otherwise forlorn scabbard of a sword. Only for a moment did Goldi's loins and her heart beat as one; the engorging thump as she swooned internally would not go unrewarded.
A veil of swirling darkness engulfed her like wildfire before immediately crawling towards her right arm. It tensed. Muscle fibers bursting, veins streaking wildly before her flesh turned a matte black with a mauve decadence steaming and streaming like sizzling flames from her pores. All of her body's enhancements—her spirit's resolve—focused into this single limb. The excitement that pored from her could flood a small village as her crooked smirk returned.
"Come!"
As the devil thrashed down the rubble-touched stretch of red carpet, Goldilocks remained stationary; maneuverability wasn't a luxury she had in her wounded state. Even so, she didn't divvy any power away from her right as the flurry of deadly swings came. Her left rose in defense, breaking away what impact it could as each swing tore off a chunk of flesh yet each swing also strengthened her defenses. Absorbing the blows yet whips of blood sprayed from her arm. It would become maimed and mangled, sacrificing her arm entirely for the sake of fulfilling the objective of throwing everything she could into one final punch.
So when Ahn finally moved in for that finishing blow in the form of a vicious, animalistic bite towards her heart, Goldilocks swept her only unharmed leg behind her, swiftly swaying her body to the side to avoid the strike while simultaneously rearing her glory emblazoned right arm back; its tight fist held all this time as her left flopped lifelessly from her movements.
"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGHHHH!"
Her fist swung upward with the weight of her will within its knuckles to hammer into that exposed chin. A tremendous power would jolt through them both as the amazon's muscles flexed, a bone-shattering force combined with rippling muscle mass of her arm tore away the flimsy fabric of her sleeve like termites to a delicious hunk of oak. Raw power drilling unprotected—unfiltered—as Goldi catapulted herself into the sky to forcibly lift the demon from the surface world and careen them into the heavens above as her powered arm outstretched to complete her last ditch uppercut. Her final blood-curdling roar filling the halls of the castle. [ x ]
'Please. Accept my love—my everything—in its purest form!'
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 2:15 am
If the Earth could take on meteors, why couldn't I?
It seems she would expire for this was far before her time. Having met a power more hardened than hers, this was where the Vile swordsmaiden would truly taste her place in the world. In her thirst she became blind to any oncoming blows and ultimately paid the price.
Triple checks, Ahn would twist upon the air, leaving in a veil of hurricane air with her head constantly leaned up to face the cloudless sky from whence she was shot. Visions of crackling thorns streaming into her head, a passage of time from frame to frame between two memories of different times cursed on the same world. Her eyes were open but she could see nothing. Pitch abyss clouding her gaze, the neverending storm now crept up to her body.
But today she didn't even feel alone. The press of a divergent's hand over her haki induced muscles, the wraith of her expectations burning from the sun's summit. The fact that they both rose to the sky and defied gravity and physics for a core moment alone. It felt like she was truly with an angel.
"Kh..y......" A spray of blood so fine it became air where her words would be.
She had tasted all her maw could take--now that even it's bones were in powdered pieces off a blown up keg. Skin hanging off the side of her jaw now, as the whites of her eyes nearly popped like marshmallows roasting. From them they bled a content sigh toppled over a burning charcoal of healthy resentment. Wherever she may go now? Would death finally creep up on her yet? It wouldn't be such a bad end to go out this way.
The kingdom of Lyneel having suffered all consequence, only halls resembling anthills remained to capture the New Queen's roar. The blade of the attacker crumbling into nothing. As though it were all an aching nightmare.
But forlong suffer the scar of many as the kingdom was flattened with flies waiting for the feasting.
Perhaps a reflection of her sin now likely to awake somewhere else, blind to all but the flame like a withered moth.
