2 v 2: Respice Finem vs. The Red Hand

[Lucis]

Both women smiled at the revelation of Rainee’s code name; it may have been a small matter of trust, but every bit helped when facing opponents who obviously knew each other rather well. If Sin wished to modify their contract, perhaps a nickname of their own would come in handy. It didn’t take much deliberation between the sisters before Shanaë spoke again.

“Well, Lightening, ‘The Gambit’ will not let you down.”

Something caught Tanaë’s eye after Rainee fired her warning shot – the final placement was clearly not a miss judging from the catgirl’s reaction to the arrowhead’s landing. The “something” that had her attention was a dull, growing ball forming around one of their opponents’ hands. So the Gol’Bron had neither tact nor a sense of honor. Typical. He fired.

“Hit the dirt” was the first thing that crossed the twins’ shared consciousness, but it wasn’t exactly what happened. They managed to bend their knees and start moving, but the shot was far too fast. Strangely enough, the ball’s trajectory was also too low. It could have been a magical misfire, but it could also have been a trap. The dirt hit them for a change. Tanaë dropped her impromptu game of string at the revelation of a dust screen and both girls pulled at the exceptionally wide obi wrapped around their waists, slipping the extravagant magenta knot out of existence in precious seconds before the six-meter-long belts fell to the ground. While Shanaë threw her fancy kimono forward into the cloud of dust, Tanaë held onto the collar of hers and waited facing left, her back toward Rainee.

Slick leather covered only the girls’ beasts and hips, exposing the rest of their succulent tanned flesh to the night air. It was while mostly unclothed that the only visible difference emerged between the girls. Discounting the red heart on Shanaë’s right shoulder and the black club tattooed on her sister’s left, the barely-younger woman had slightly smaller curves up top. Inside the dust cloud, however, visibility was low enough that the point in differentiating between them was as useful as asking a whore how many men she’s slept with.

Shanaë had forty-seven, Tanaë was working at thirty-three.

A lance plowed into the cloud from the side; the same man who caused the storm in the first place was the one to instigate first blood, or at least he wanted to. Shanaë had long since drawn one of her three ninja-to, held inverted in her left hand, and as soon as Tanaë threw her garment toward the offending kid to block his view, the elder sister attacked using her sister’s eyes for positioning. She lunged forward toward his back to make a swipe at his exposed side on the way through while Tanaë drew her bastard sword and swung a preventative slash in front of him, the blade crossing her body from her right. If he charged through the garment, he would be contending with a heavy blade. Stepping back would mean fighting a smaller, faster weapon that could out-maneuver his lance.

[Nekoprincess]

The air was silent, almost epic, it felt as if the crickets themselves had stopped their chirping just from the tension. The two teams were poised, ready for battle. The team of females were brash, taunting their opinions and demeaning their offer of peace. The males had responded with their own plan of attack. The moment that the air became thick with debris and gray dust. The female cat tensed, her ears were pricked, ready, listening for even the smallest of sounds. She knew from experience that men liked to be sneaky. That they planned their attacks with the utmost calm, then they shattered you from the inside.

Her weapon felt light in her hands, its blade almost singing for any blood. It had just recently been in battle, the demon blood that still coated it was thick, but faded. The half-cat could just see the slightest tinge of crimson on the blade's otherwise smooth silver surface. As bits and pieces of shiny green grass flew like a whirlwind around Rainee's eyes, the half-cat knew she'd have to rely on her other senses. Closing her eyes, closing off her view of the dust-coated world. Rainee relaxed her body, she let her sense of smell take over, she let her sense of touch take over. She would use just these two senses, to figure out where her opponents were.

Her ears twitched methodically as Rainee could smell the dusty earth, it smelled like old dried out soil, one that had been left out too long in the sun without water. She could also sense the fresh dewy scent of rain that had fallen on the grass. This relaxed the half cat until she begin to scent out a new smell, one that she did not find pleasant at all. Glad that she had let go of her sense of sight, she knew now that one of the two males was approaching her.

From the scent she knew it was not the blonde haired human, wriggling her noise at the scent of grave yard soil and decay. Her whole body tensed in preparation for battle. Pursing her lips as she scented the air, she could smell the metallic scent of a blade heading somewhere for her chest. Gritting her teeth, Rain though shrewdly I don't think so...you underestimate me! she then pivoted gracefully, her tail waving almost teasingly at the ghoul as she easily avoided his attack using her natural agility.

She then raised Sparks Petals above her head, her face was one of sheer determination as she aimed a swift slash for the ghoul's exposed thigh. Once her movements were finished, she tucked Sparks Petals lightly against her own thigh.

Then to avoid any counterattack, she rolled forward across the smooth cold soft grass. Rising to her feet again. Rainee's tail moved rhythmically in the shining blue rays of moonlight as she waited to see if her attack had hit. Her heart was light though and it felt as if some giant ball of stress had been relieved from Rain's heart. Maybe that mysterious man from Sin Nomine had been right. Perhaps this battle was just what the half-cat needed to get all the aggression that clung to her heart out.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

As he made his way through the cloud of earth and debris; his attack was successfully pushed through the dirt. He moved with fluid form and grace; every reaction controlled and carefully commanded. Forethought and a bit of strategic thinking prepared him for any potential maneuver that his opponent might make. He could tell by the rushing of her heart; that the cat-girl was built for speed. When you could see the blood form of another organism; you could learn a great deal about them. Blood pulsed through the air sending her sweetly seductive scent through the air.

Her figure was provocative to the ghoul’s eyes. She was well curved and distinctively beautiful to his eyes. Any other time; he wouldn’t have minded bedding her. But during this particular meeting; they had to cross blades and spill blood. Pity. He would have loved to see those pretty lips put to good use around his organ. As expected; she maneuvered around his superior assault. His skill would account for everything he had to plan to survive this battle against her person.

As she moved; Lorenor studied her movements and began to calculate subtle mistakes she made as she moved. There were openings in the imperfect counter that she made. Mistakes that her lack of skill would allow him to exploit. Oh she was agile. Oh she was fast. Lorenor made no mistake in underestimating her capacity for movement; but she was undisciplined in movement. She was undisciplined in technique. She attempted to counter with inferior tactics using an inferior weapon.

Lorenor’s education was crafted in the fires of war. He knew that he was the superior of the two warriors. He reveled in this thought. Embellished it’s simple truth. He would have to keep the pressure on his opponent until she made a mistake. It was as simple as that. His damascus blade flashed through the air as he moved with it. She reacted to his movements by countering him. The fool. Lorenor thought as he quickly stepped backwards to evade her weapon’s attack. She’d countered with an assault to his thigh which was met with a simple and graceful backwards stepping.

Preparing himself for another attack; the ghoul was ready. He brought his weapon up to offensive position once again. There was grace in every movement he made. There was skill in every technique he used. His form was absolutely beautiful to watch. One had to admire the skill that the sack of dead meat used in combat. He was a trained killer. The stalker prepared for a secondary assault and slashed with an air of boredom at her sternum once more. The creature started to toy with her. He clearly thought of her as an inferior opponent. “If that’s the best you can do you should be running away now.” Lorenor said casually; indifferent.

[Tenki]

As Tenki prodded the edge of the cloud of debris he'd created, a large, brightly colored kimono fluttered in the air just in front of him. Bringing Luin around in a quick spin from it's near mid length grip, he was able to catch the fabric on the but end of shaft and pulled it down out of the air and to the ground as part of the maneuver in a smooth motion. With the clothing out of the way and the dust finally starting to settle, Tenki had a clear view of one of the twins. A clear view of one of the twins in nothing more than the equivalent of skimpy underwear.

Oh, and a black spade tattoo on her left shoulder. It would have been sexually arousing it not for the large bastard sword in her hand and other blades attached to the leather straps around her body as well as their earlier show of grotesque language. Pulling Luin out of the last of the spin used to take the kimono out of his way, Tenki leaned right into the swing from the bastard sword, bringing the bladed end of his weapon into close and personal with it. They met with a resounding clang that echoed in the higher range of human hearing. The weapons locked together for several moments in struggle, pushing against each other and wiggling back and forth minutely along part of their opponent's lengths. For thse few moments, all of Tenki's focus was on the one twin directly in front of him. During these moments, Tenki had been ill unaware of the other twin's location, but not completely forgetful. Luin however, reminded him in the utmost fashion.

"Intercept priority to rear: distance minimal" Luin barked out on its own accord, desperate to alert his partner. Without much time to react, or think it through, Tenki pushed all his weight hard down through Luin and upon his opponent's weapon in an brunt force attempt to either drop her weapon or at least make her step away for a few precious moments he needed. Having brought his weight to bare, Tenki now brought his focus to the incoming attacker, the other twin. Stepping back every so slightly to replant his feet, Tenki took Luin into a large, arcing back swing traveling just ahead of Tenki's peripheral vision like a giant clock hand from his spot. It was a wide swing, meant be as much as warning as an impromptu attack should the girl not stop herself in time. The one with the black tattoo he just just tried to push on however, would likely recover in short order and be on top of him again. Taking it calmly and one step at a time, Tenki's focus was on reacting to the most urgent threat. For all involved, the choices were going to be fast in coming from this point on.

[Lucis]

Tanaë’s kimono served as a viable distraction, but it was not quite as effective as she hoped it would have been. With one simple move, the boy spun his lance and knocked the thick cloth into the swaying blades of grass, toppling quite a few as gravity and a crisp wind fought for dominance over the fabric. When the younger twin met the resistance of a lance, she shifted her grip and fought back to bide time for Shanaë to strike from behind.

The plan would have worked except for the fact that it didn’t. Shoved back onto the ground, her form was nearly swallowed by the auburn stalks and clearing air. The bastard sword she loved so much flew from her grasp and disappeared into the void, so the second blade she carried quickly found its place in her hands. A full four feet from point to cross-guard, it was both heavier and sharper from lack of use.

Shanaë barely had time to register her sister’s realization about the man knowing she was behind him when a wide, sweeping swing of his lance threatened to take her head off. Diving into the grass, her right shoulder caught a somewhat sharp rock otherwise hidden. It stung, but more important was the thin wound that opened on Tanaë’s right shoulder at the exact same time.

A rock? The younger woman asked her sister with thick disdain.

You believed I would allow myself to get hit? Better a stung shoulder than a missing head. The older woman replied sarcastically.

It was the inevitable part of their bond… the sharing of everything, including wounds. Tanaë scowled while Shanaë separated her fingers slightly to reveal a magically created wire between each digit. Small hooks meant for one purpose only caught the nigh-invisible threads as she sprang to her feet and chucked the ninja-to at Tenki. The weapon tumbled as it flew, extending the wires from her left hand effortlessly. Even if her aim was off, she never expected to hit him. That was why she aimed it to the left. The blade flew past, but six feet beyond him, Shanaë jerked her left hand across her body and the trio of double-looped wires tightened up, snapping the tumbling sword to her right and bringing the cutting wires to bear at the boy’s back. If she was lucky, they would wrap around him thanks to the sword’s momentum.

With her right hand, Tanaë looped the garroters that stretched between her fingers over and around the tiny hooks lining the hilt of her great sword. This was both to improve her grip on the weapon and facilitate an easy retrieval should she ever loose it… intentionally or otherwise. She sprinted toward Rainee and the ghoul’s fight, blade held right of her chest. As soon as she was in the range for a lunge, she took it and thrust the blade forward with both hands, still running. The tip was aimed for his gut; her mind didn’t expect it to connect.

[Nekoprincess]

Pompous bastard! Rainee's mind screamed this as she watched the ghoul evade her attack. His form was fluid, but the cat-girl noticed that despite his elegant grace, their was one flaw with his supposed form. It was his stench, the smell could be sniffed from miles around. A smirk appeared on Rainee's heart shaped face as she thought [I] He is so cocky he doesn't realize his one weakness. His smell, if he tried to come up on her, she'd notice him before he even reached the back of her neck. Shaking her head as she watched his next move. She could almost calculate where his attack was going to come from.

Her lack of fighting had been honed over the past few years. She had to deal first with her wonderful ex-husband, that man had taught her much. That not all men could be trusted, that you need to be on guard with them, so that they don't stab you in the back. This lesson had been hard won because Rainee for a short time had been a trophy for said ass hole of a man. After that however she had began to believe in her own strength. She had raised her daughter Mylie successfully, had sheltered her little girl from these trials that men offer. The cat mother was thankful for this, and she hoped that her little kitten would be spared from men's cruelty for many more years. Now she was a better fighter for it, and she could watch out for herself.

Licking her lips as she watched the shine of his blade pulsate through the still air, she groaned. Raising her arms up, shining silver mythril gauntlets glinted against the night's pale beauty. Not bothering this time to side step, Rainee moved to block the blade's attack at her chest easily. Hearing the ding of the Damascus blade pierce her gauntlets, her tail wagged happily. Looking into the ghoul's pale purple eyes. She hissed at him and then jumped back swiftly.

Air whistled through Rainee's bright blue hair as she agilely landed a nearby rock. She then begin to build up power within her body. She had heard what the decaying fool had said, shaking her head she shouted through the wind "I won't run away! Men like you, that is all you think we're capable of! I'll prove you wrong!" Closing her eyes as bright blue lightening begin to charge around her body, she smiled.

The power was welcome, needed, she had used her magic so many times now, that it felt like a second heart beat to the half cat. As bits of grass and soil begin to whirl around her slender frame, she let the night be illuminated by her shining form. If this old bag of rotten flesh could counter her swords play, then she'd see how he'd do against an attack of a different flavor.

As her body begin to sing, she knew that her attack was nearly ready. Licking her lips as she brought Sparks Petals forward, she placed one of her small hands over the blade. Slowly the lightening bolt engraved on it begin to glow, showering a bright ray of light around the otherwise dim field. Finally lightening singed the blade, as Rainee's power was absorbed by her sword. With this done the half-cat then readied her blade, but while her magic was still strong, she sent a small ball of electricity towards the ghoul.

She then sprinted forward, her feet scurrying silently against the dewy grass. As she neared her electric ball, she used it as cover to do a series of slashes at the bag of old bones, thighs and his chest. She then pivoted around him and rolled behind a rock, as she moved to charge Sparks Petals with more lightening to increase the damage of her attacks.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Moments passed as he made his skillful movement towards her chest. Almost expectedly; she countered him and cause his sword to be moved to the side ever so gently. Lorenor knew that what was happening now would signal the end of the battle. The next few moments would be his for all eternity for better or worse. The eyes of Althanas were upon the battlefield and its simple tactical purposes. He initially wanted a flatlands where they could do battle out in the open; without worry of either side attempting to hide or attempting to cheat the field in anyway whatsoever. Lorenor was now grateful that he'd picked such a solid and straightforward battle arena.

There was no place to hide for any of them. Lorenor's accute senses caught Tanae's form the moment she touched his sensory array. The ghoul prepared himself for what he was going to do next. In hindsight; he probably would've done a lot better picking an arena that was slightly more complex...but history was now history. Lorenor knew that there was no changing the battlefield now. Instead; he lived with the decision that he'd made at the onset of the battle. Sine Nomine was nothing but a group of cowards if people like Rainee and the twins were the ones who swelled its ranks. Lorenor thought of that carefully. He learned a great deal about how the Power Group set up its structure just by how these three acted so arrogantly towards himself and his partner.

Whilst his opponent evaded his attack; he could feel something strange happening about her person. She was summoning her true powers. The powers of forces unseen and ancient. Crackling energy started to fill the air and the ghoul understood just what was about to happen. Endgame. Death was on his opponent's tongue. It was on the tip of her blade. She was now coming at him with lethal intent; and the battle got serious in one fell moment. The ghoul grinned. He'd managed to push Rainee's buttons to the breaking point and now it was all or nothing.

Tension and stress filled the air with a simple and violent need to kill. The bastard child prepared himself for what was coming. A lesser warrior would've been caught completely off guard by such an impressive attack. He however, was no fool. Lorenor was battle hardened and trained in the Dajas Pagoda after having spent months sharpening his skill there. He'd seen just about every trick in the book fighting various warriors of every league and skill level.

Yes. The Dajas Pagoda prepared ghoul for what was coming. Lorenor was ready for whatever dirty tricks she would pull out to attempt to claim his life and end the battle. Tensing his muscles until they knotted; the ghoul prepared himself for the attack that he knew was coming. And then; the air erupted with a burst of crackling light. Lorenor shut his eyes immediately as he faced his bane; the light. Sensing the heat rapidly increasing the ghoul instinctively did the thing he knew to do best. He evaded.

Able to visualize the ball of lightning once it came well within range; the ghoul prepared himself. With his legs tensed and the grip around his sword's handle tightened; Lorenor moved. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to get the hell out of the way. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to jump for all that he was worth. The energetic ball came well within range but Lorenor was already on the move. He dreaded to think what such an attack might do to him! Moving through the air; Lorenor concentrated on leaping to the side and did a well calculated roll once he hit the ground moving. He was several paces off to his left. Rising quickly; Lorenor turned to see if the small lightning ball turned on its caster instead of hitting its intended target. Lorenor went back into fighting stance and grinned at Rainee.

"You should have taken my offer and fled while you had the chance. No more games child. The moment of your death has come!"

Lorenor taunted and waited for her reaction to his movements. He successfully moved himself to evade any of the interloper's attacks as well that were aimed at his back.

[Tenki]

Tenki dropped out of his wild swing as the other Twin threw herself to the ground just in time to avoid his swing. As he came to a stop from the momentum, he repositioned himself as best he could to keep the two in his peripheral vision. He received an interesting rewards for his diligence. As both girls got up, he just able to make out an usual sight. Matching light wounds on both of their right shoulders. He knew he hadn't knocked the one with the black spade to the ground to where that should have been possible. So where had it come from. His mind toyed with it for a moment before the obvious presented itself. "Symbiosis relationship? Now that's useful to know." He muttered to nobody but himself. He also tried to get a better look at the one he'd caused to dive into the tall grass. Other than the difference in weapons, there was barely any major difference he could notice other than minor physical differences. Most of all, this one had a Red Heart tattoo on her left shoulder. Tenki couldn't help but be reminded of experiments in a lab, often marked with minor differences to tell them apart.

He didn't have the time to mull over that thought however, as both girls moved again. The one he'd just faced directly, the one with the Black Spade tattoo, turned and ran off towards where Lorenor and and the other had been fighting. He began to worry for his friend as a two on one odds were never something anyone wanted out of a fight. Once more he was brought from his thoughts as, following the one running away, a lone ninja-to flew past him on his side. For a split second he wondered why Luin hadn't alerted him or taken a defensive action before realizing it himself, the blade was way off to the side. Too off. Something about it was odd, but he didn't have the time to figure it out. He brought his attention back to it's owner, the one with the red heart tattoo. However, before he had a chance to react, he received a nasty surprise as she made a sudden motion and Tenki found himself trapped.

The tug on his back came suddenly and only accelerated in feel around his upper torso. Within a few seconds the sword had seemingly wrapped itself around his torso several times before finally going limp, it's initial inertia finally run out. His saving grace had been his relaxed stance which had prevented his arms from being raised and risk being caught in the wire. He still held Luin in his left hand, at about halfway down its shaft, for whatever good being able to only move his lower arms would do. Rather than freaking out, Tenki let out a deep sigh, wiggling against the tightness a bit to test it. Taking stock it was, in a moment of hindsight, obvious what had happened. The weapon had a tether which had now successfully wrapped around him. Odds were it would be easy to restrict his blood flow easy enough or worse, cut through his clothing to make it to his body. He knew he was in a very precarious position, but didn't have a solution for this one. He stared at the girl for a moment as best he could, trying to make out the thread in her grip. He found himself unable to do so, as her posture and gestures indicated more than one point of origin, seemingly from several points. Beginning to fear what may soon happen, he instead looked at himself. Not in pity or doubt, but at his thick duster jacket, which had buffered him from the thread. I already had several minor tears along the arms where it had dug in slightly while wrapping around him. But most importantly, he could see the indentations it made in his jacket. He worked his eyes along the duster's length as fast as he could and finally found what he was looking for, the path of the thread. Tiny, minute, but as close is it was to his body now, enough to make it out on his own person. He followed it out over the field as best he could, but the threads proved difficult to follow.

And then the moonlight shone along it's length for a faint moment. Tenki smiled, he had his out. Had it been daytime, he would never have been able to see the thin threads. But because of the night time setting in which they were fighting, the heavy dark shadows on the underside and bright light from the moon above, there was just enough light to occasionally illuminate the threads like one may see glimpses of a spider web under the right conditions. Tenki quickly focused himself, calling two minor points of energy to form at once near the bladed end of his lance still firmly held in his left hand. He re-angled the tip lightly, in the general direction of the girl with the heart tattoo. Barely fist sized, the two orbs pulled themselves into a solid state just before he moved to fire them off. He adjusted his grip on Luin lightly in order to accommodate the kickback he was about to feel as Luin called out the attack.

"Lasair" The device called out and the two orbs fired in different directions. One immediately went after the middle ground of the thread length were Tenki had seen the moonlight catch them at top speed. That one had the most kick of the two, intended to pierce those threads and set him free from their grip in one smooth motion. The other shot, however, beelined directly for the girl holding him hostage, following just a moment behind the first shot in terms of timing. It was traveling at a slower than normal speed, but still faster than anyone could hope to run the same distance. Tenki had seen given this shot enough kick so that even if it hit, it wouldn't be able to shoot through the girl ans cause her severe injury, even with her lack of armor, it would be more akin to taking a heavy blow from a mallet or hammer, this attack was not made to kill as hers had been on him, it was made to incapacitate. Tenki could only hope his shots landed their targets. For that one moment, Tenki was afraid. Afraid to miss, and also, afraid for what it would mean if he did.

[Lucis]

It was amazing. The ghoul’s movements were so perfect and elegant for its undead nature that Tanaë’s blade passed by it as though the fiend had never been there in the first place. To think that the Gol’Bron had suck skilled warriors within its ranks was enough to make the younger twin sick. The beast just got lucky. She overran her target, that’s all. He couldn’t have been that good.

It was a simple matter to pull her charge around and face the monster once more, but her partner’s deadly combination attack took priority. With the electricity concentrated in such small an area, there was no way the mercenary was going to go anywhere near it until the assault was finished. The undead fiend managed to avoid it expertly without even a scratch, leaping to his left and rolling to finish his evasion. That was when he did something so incredibly stupid that Tanaë could not help but kill him for it He stopped moving and opened his mouth.

The leather-clad woman smiled sinisterly and ran toward the ghoul’s new locale, blade angled behind her and to her right. Sturdy geta rolled noiselessly against the ground, only sinking slightly into the hard-packed field. The tall blades of grass sliced at her exposed legs, forming long welt-like lines with a single red streak in the center. The dust mixing with sweat made the minor wounds itch, but it was a minor problem compared to what she had to do. She had to close the distance and swing, right hip to left shoulder aiming to cleave the festering thing’s torso from its legs. From behind.

Only vaguely aware of her sister’s determination, Shanaë grinned of her own volition when her plan actually worked. It had been a bit of a long shot, but skill and luck were on the side of The Gambit this time. The ninja-to pulled the magically created blades taut around the lancer, wrapping twice around the boy’s body. Clenching her left fist, the older twin took a half-step back and shifted her weight to the trailing foot. Her bound foe had a steady base, unfortunately for the garrotter, so he didn’t fall over when she yanked the wires tighter.

He was also far too calm given his situation.

Most men tried desperately to worm out of the blade-like threads, tightening them and digging the wraps deeper into their flesh. This boy was cold… calculating. A worthy opponent if she had ever seen one. He was better than his partner, at least. He was also quick with a counter. Shanaë recognized the look of recognition on his face and was faced with a problem of her own moments later. Two eerily familiar purple balls formed at the tip of his spear: the first one was clearly off-course for hitting anything anywhere near her, but the second one had a true trajectory.

Instinct guided the woman with the red heart’s actions. Wrenching her body a half-turn, she grabbed the three double-looped wires with both hands and gave the mightiest heave she could manage while willing her body to the ground. The wires tightened, then the tension released all at once, sending her straight to the ground she had been longing for. The second shot flew by where she had been fractions of a second prior. She hit with her right arm, then rolled onto her back and waited for the wind to move the grass out of the way enough so she could see the result of her actions.

The threads vanished in a less-than-spectacular act of dissolving into nothing. She hadn’t told them to dispel. His first shot hadn’t… been aimed at her wires?! He was indeed good.

Her entire side hurt; Tanaë was going to give her hell for it when she finished killing her ghoul.

[Nekoprincess]

The only sound Rainee could hear was the crackle of her lightening magic as it swelled into her sword. The only scents she could smell were the dewy moistness of the grass, and the simple scent that was within the soil, however as she felt her sword shake from her magic, she heard the cries of first blood. It seemed someone had been caught in an attack. Seeing as Rainee's vision was blinded by the gray stone that she was using as a safe haven, she did not know who had been trapped. Frowning as she looked at her glowing hand she thought Please Shanae...Tanae, be al right.... Licking her lips as her hand begin to go numb, she finally released the spell she had been placing on her blade.

She then peeked out from behind her arrow shaped rock and saw a sight that shocked her. Dust and debris seemed to litter the shining blades of grass, though the odd sight was that of the blonde haired man trussed like a thanksgiving turkey. She felt butterflies dancing a merry jig in her stomach as she saw the blonde haired man charge up dark purple energy from the lance that was gripped in his hand. She wanted to warn her partner that an attack was coming, but she realized she couldn't. Sniffing the air, she realized that the blood she had smelled was coming from her partners bodies. Meowing a bit worriedly, her eyes turned on the twins, she could see that one had a cut on her shoulder, she knew that those type of things stung.

However, what worried the half-cat more, was the fact that the man seemed unfazed by the web he was caught in. Easily he freed himself from the wires that bound him, she watched as Shanae avoided the blonde haired warrior's purple magic, but she then feared for Tanae's safety. She had just glimpsed the woman's figure aiming an attack at the ghoul. She could see that the ghoul was focused only on her. The way his dark empty purple eyes looked into her soul, made her feel creepy, almost used.

Bringing Sparks Blade in front of her lithe, agile form. Rainee could only think of one thing Destroy him. Don't let his arrogant words affect you! The half cat was sick and tired of the ghoul evaded her every strike, gritting her teeth firmly. She begin to take measured steps forward, her silver eyes were looking over the ghoul's form. Looking for any signs of weakness. His outfit covered his body well, but his head, his head was unprotected. Noting this, Rainee begin to formulate a plan.

First she would aim a well timed lightening ball at his throat. She'd then send a second lightening ball aimed well to the right of him, then to finish the deal she'd charge at him and aim a series of slashes at his neck and arms and head. If that didn't work, then she'd have to pull out her ace.

Switching from her sword to her bow and arrow would take time, she hoped that the Shanae would be able to distract the bag of bones long enough for her to switch and pull off her lightening arrow. But for now, Rainee would not worry about that, for now her goal was to slash the undead's body to ribbons.

The crickets begin to chirp again, their low notes almost reminding Rainee of battle music. A grin came onto her face as she quickened her pace. She felt that this time, her strike would hit true. As her boots grew damp due to the wetness, she soon neared Lorenor's ready form. Her eyes were hard and angry as behind her back she quickly charged up a medium small electric ball. The crackle she was sure, Lorenor would pick up on, but where her attack would go, she figured he would not be able to catch its projected point.

Letting her first ball go as she was within a mere five feet of him, she then quickly charged up the very small electric ball and hurled it with precise aim towards his right. She then took a leap forward and begin a series of swift slashes, that were aimed for the ghoul's arms, his neck and his head, for good measure she swiped her booted foot as his chest.

Then for the very final measure she rolled again and aimed a tiny ball of electricity at his back. With so many bright balls of crackling light headed towards him, the half-cat knew that he would not be able to avoid them all. This time, she was sure her attacks would strike true.