The Hazards of Love [Levi/Irene] Oct 19, 2013 15:49:22 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on Oct 19, 2013 15:49:22 GMT -5
Successfully pulling the Weapon from the Meister’s grasp was highly fortuitous. It had been a gamble driven on by pain and fury, but one that had worked nonetheless. Without the assistance of his partner, the beast granted itself a rush of satisfaction, even more so a seeing the anger present on the opponent’s face. What, did he think she would be culled so easily? She had downed several hunters after all, granted the hunting parties were nothing compared to a student team. The challenge had been welcomed but now she was in pain and frustrated. She needed to end this, and quick.
The young man was furious, and the beast noted how the cockiness he’d displayed in the beginning of the battle had faded. Sparks left his hands at random, something she would be sure to try and avoid if at all possible. One punch sending her reeling and rendered her thoughts thoroughly scrambled was more than enough for one battle. Another would only further weaken her and possibly give the team an opening she couldn’t afford to let them slip through. Her jaw ached, throbbing pain distracting her and making her blood boil. Fury quickened her movements and bid her put more power behind them, but it also made her rash and reckless.
The Meister ducked to avoid her attack on his throat. The beast attempted to move with him once her front paws were both firmly back on the ground, but as she turned there were hands assaulting her. The arrogant one had grabbed her jaw and yanked down with all his might, seemingly devoid of concern that his hands were so close to several pointed teeth the size of kitchen knives. Another shrill noise left the beast as pain rocketed through her sense again. Her eyes slammed shut and she reared back, shaking her head violently from side to side in an attempt to free herself form the Meister’s grip.
At least once hand left, and once that happened the grip lessened entirely. Snarled, the beast yanked her head free of his grip and backed away, but she didn’t stay that way. Her jaw hung slackened, the act of holding it closed causing more pain than she wished to be bothered with. Her mind was clouded by the taste of her own blood seeping over her tongue and the fury at the arrogant one’s boldness. She would not be toyed with; she’d had enough of this. Blood dripped from her mouth onto the broken stone and intermingled with layers of copper colored dust. Ragged pants left the beast before her eyes flashed and she moved once again, launching her own final assault against the team.
Tail swishing once, twice, the beast launched herself at the Meister, eyes trained on his throat and propelling herself forward with as much strength as she could muster to cover the short distance as quick as possible. Her eyes did not land on the young woman with pink hair until it was too late, and she would not be able to halt her attack in time to dodge after the Weapon was back in the Meister’s hand. Trying to turn was useless but it was all she could think of, her entire bodyweight shifting to the right but helping her exactly none in escape.
The crack of bone echoed through the old castle as the corseque pierced the skull of the beast. A brief yelp was all that escaped it before the killed blow dulled its eyes instantly, blue staring blankly at the team from where it had been impaled. The injured jaw slacked fully open as the beast’s entire body sagged before falling heavily on its side, blood seeping from the killing blow and staining the stone below it. Golden fur was dyed with it, streaking along the side of the beast’s head and face.
It did not take long for what the Weapon at least would be looking for to appear. A red glow permeated up from the fallen Kishin Egg’s body, its corrupted soul appearing from over her chest cavity and hovering in the air just above the body. With the moon high overhead shining down upon them, the fight was over. They had killed the beast.