Drifting Pollen

Between Life & Death

Oh, just when the curtains had closed on such a lovely scene! Procella whirls around at the first sound of the strange voice, fury in her eyes. How arrogant of this toy, to ruin her perfect ruin, to request her further attention when she is clearly finished playing with it! Well then, Procella will not dance with this strange woman. No, Hisame has angered the spirit far too much for her own good, made her far too angry for such games. Now, the storm glares at her with deep, furious wrath, darker than the blackest of clouds. Procella raises one hand, and focuses positive charge again, this time on the woman's head, preparing to blast it to shreds.

But the sudden flame gives her pause, surprising her. What is this? Another spirit, a mage of some sort? Never mind, never mind. They're all the same as corpses.

The fire clears, and the thing is gone, suddenly vanished into thin air. Procella scowls- why must the woman run? But it matters not, the storm looks down from above, and sees all. Not only can the storm spirit use charge, she can also sense it, and the net positive of Hisame's head, unbeknownst to her, marks her out to Procella like a bright red beacon.

Time to play a trick, then.

She whirls around, like some kind of mad ballerina, calling out into the woods. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! Let me burn you all up again!" The words are childish, but the voice is vicious.

Between Life & Death

Um... do I win?

I mean, the fire's burning hot (especially once the tree catches), which will pretty much wreck Hisame's body, which is already crushed. Even if this doesn't qualify as 'utterly destroyed' (and if this doesn't, what does?), it'd still take ages to heal- and even then, she'd be left stuck under a tree. Fights go until death or incapacitation, and though the former is not certain (not sure how crazy her regeneration is), the latter has been pretty much accomplished.

The reason I'm asking here is because you basically had her stand there and take the hits. This might make sense, in-character, but I find myself wondering why you entered the fight with someone so clearly suicidal... Not that I haven't enjoyed it, the two characters are really interesting! It's just unusual.

Edit: okay, second form here we go.

Between Life & Death

With a final, massive slam, the scene is complete. A fallen tree, a blazing fire, and a lost soul, put to rest in a brutal, theatrical manner. Procella ducks away with short, swift steps, evading the wayward branches that came swinging down with the trunk. She supposed the tree would be dead too now- a fitting end, sacrificing its life to end another's torture.

She laughed wildly, pleased by the whole affair. Yes, this would do. She didn't get to have her fun, but there was little left now- and the storm was already satisfied enough. A pleasant little ruin had been left in her wake, another small mark scarred onto the world with madness and lightning. Who knew, maybe the fire would spread, catch the whole forest alight!

But there was little reason to stay here. If she stuck around much longer, it would begin to rain, and the fire would be doused before it could truly grow glorious. The storm had done its work here. It was time to move on, to find other unfortunate victims to burn, strike, and cut until they met their own, marvelous ends.

And so, Procella turned, and walked away, heading off into the wild and windy forest while Hisame burned to ashes behind her. She glances back, one last time, as she leaves. Strange, how the girl had gripped the katana so fiercely, even to the end. But Procella was not one to linger on such things, and soon went on her way.

Between Life & Death

Just as the clouds in a tempest constantly churn and deform, so does Procella's mind easily alter its state. A fickle spirit is she, and, watching Hisame simply stand in the fire, her rage now shifts to fascination. Why does this woman simply stay there, watching? Has she given up hope? What a poor, poor soul this is- Procella wipes her eyes with her free hand, fearing she might burst into tears over such a tragic tableau.

But what can she do, to this pitiful creature. Causing her pain will do little good- no doubt the woman was already experiencing far worse than anything Procella could inflict. What had happened, to render her thus? The death of a loved one, a husband, a child? Or perhaps she had been subjected to some terrible torture, horrible enough to break her in mind and body, that made her wish for death? Oh, pain, that sweetest and saddest of feelings.

Perhaps, had Procella been a different kind of being, she might have sought to console the poor Hisame, to revive her will to live. But a storm only knew how to ravage, terrify, and destroy. Thus, it is with sadness in her heart that Procella unleashes her lightning again, to take a life, end its suffering. This time, as with the first, it crackles through the air as a single bolt, focused and powerful.

But it is not aimed at Hisame. Procella is more creative than that, why should she burn that sweet body, when the fire will do her job for her. Instead, the bolt arcs around Hisame, instead striking the trunk of the tree behind her, burning and shattering the wood.

For a moment, the trunk smoulders and smokes. It's still intact- but the foundation has been weakened, and the wood has already been strained by the wind. And so, with a loud and slow creaking, it teeters, then topples, falling towards Hisame- who, trapped between the flames, now lacks the space to avoid being crushed by the heavy trunk.

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Procella cackles with delight as she blasts Hisame straight off her feet, sending her flying into a tree several meters away. What a marvelous toy this is! She strides forward again, eager to play with it some more- but stops short, as the seemingly crippled body suddenly jerks with renewed movement, suddenly alive and hateful. The storm spirit scowls. Just when it was having so much fun... why won't she play along? Suddenly, Procella is no longer gleefully prancing about, but instead stands still, silent, glaring.

Then suddenly she stretches out one hand again, fingers splayed. "Burn, bitch" And lightning sparks once again from her bare forearm, only this time it's not aimed at Hisame. Instead, it forks, bright tendrils flying out on all sides of her, striking the ground around her. Procella did not spend much time gathering charge for this strike, and the divided bolts do not have nearly as much raw power as the one that had struck Hisame- but they are still very fast, and very very hot. And the ground around the fallen woman, covered with fallen leaves and creeping roots and other such debris of the forest, is extremely flammable.

Wherever the electricity strikes, the ground bursts into flame, which spreads rapidly to become a blazing bonfire centered more or less where Hisame fell.

This display, however, is not nearly enough to quell Procella's sudden rage. Even as the flame rises, she gathers charge around her hand, the right one this time, which still clutches a knife.

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The knife flies past Hisame's head, tasting only empty air where it had sought soft flesh and sails onward, slamming into the thick bark of a tree a few meters away. There it sticks, vibrating gently.

Procella, meanwhile, is still circling, and it is clear from her expression that she is enjoying this immensely. "Good, good, you dance well." She whispers the words, speaking more to herself than to her opponent. For a few moments, she moves slowly, with tension, as if seeking out a perfect spot from which to strike. But suddenly, mid-step, she abandons this plan, and throws out her left hand towards Hisame. Her knife remains clutched in her right, and she is nowhere near enough to strike- she simply points her palm at her opponent, fingers splayed.

For an instant, this seems to be just another strange gesture, an unexplained symptom of the spirit's insanity. But in fact, she is moving with deadly purpose. As her arm is thrust, Procella pulls negative charges from the air around it, focusing them into her hand, building them up to an unnatural density, until there are simply too many to reasonably exist in the same space together.

And then, less than a second after she had made her movement, a cracking blue bolt of electricity erupts from her hand, blindingly bright and furiously hot, ionizing the air as it streaks towards Hisame with incredible speed. Opposite charges attract- and now the negative charges gathered by Procella are traversing the air with terrible energy, seeking out the positive charge that had been built up in Hisame's left arm.

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Something makes Procella stop, something about the way Hisame carries herself. That tension, the grip of her hand, the look on her face, all so full of delicious killing intent. The storm spirit giggles, skipping lightly to one side, circling the other woman. This one's decided to be naughty!

Her body swings from side to side like a pendulum, as Procella cranes her head to look at Hisame from every angle. Where should she start cutting? Oh, how about... there!

Though utterly mad, Procella is not entirely stupid, and knows better than to step within reach of that nasty, ugly blade. Instead, one of her arms suddenly whips around, in what looks like a wild, uncontrolled swing, but is in fact carefully aimed. Her flying fingers loosen, and the knife takes to the air, its deadly point aimed for Hisame's neck. Even as she made this movement, Procella's other hand was reaching for another blade, for they had joined in the dance of battle now, and she could not stop until that woman lay bleeding before her.

The spirit's dark eyes turned their gaze to the woman's left arm, watching the charges within it, and twisted them. The negative charges were pushed out, away into the air and other parts of Hisame's body, leaving a net positive charge gradually accumulating within the limb. There would be no immediate effect on the arm- Procella was merely finding her target.

Battle City: The Tale Of The Tournament

I'm dying to see some action. And it doesn't have to be the violent kind, if you know what I mean. *Nudge, nudge, wink wink*.

@Doc Doctor

There'll be plenty of blood splattering around once ShidenBlades gets back tomorrow evening. Your fight should follow soon afterwards... I won't toy with him for too long :P

As for the other kind... a man should have to prove himself worthy, no?

(Alternatively, if you're getting bored, you could have Gonad challenge the others to an arm-wrestling contest or something)

Battle City: The Tale Of The Tournament

Oh my god.

Gonad's a shipper :D

Between Life & Death

Oh, what a pretty little thing Hisame is! The clothes, so bright and elegant! The hair, so long and smooth! The body, so slender and fragile, yet so powerful! She's like a beautiful glass sculpture, just waiting to be smashed.

Or so she seems in the eyes of Procella, who cocks her head far to one side as the other woman says her piece. "Why, I'm surprised you ask!" Then she bows, quite fast, her hair being tossed back and forth by the suddenness of the motion. "I'm the rain that's come across your way, O drifter. Can you feel it in the air?" She raises her arms, swinging them up on either side of her, gesturing to the churning sky. Theatrical, excited. "Your drifting has carried you here, where the clouds cast their shadow- my domain!" The last part is shouted, wild and furious.

Then she suddenly stops, her arms slowly falling to her sides once again, as she looks upon her prey with a widening smile. "You're all mine now, see? And I'm going to take away that pretty face. A storm has to ruin things, after all, and you are just too perfect." She advances again now, stepping quickly. A pale hand slips inside the bosom of her dress, and emerges clutching a silvery knife, razor sharp. "Behave yourself, and perhaps I shall let you go on your way with a few scars."

The air is almost tingling now, with that strange tension one sometimes feels before a heavy rain. The clouds overhead are growing thicker, darker, more menacing with each passing second, gathering over the advancing spirit.