Valerie - Arena 1
"Oh so the rat finally comes out of hiding or is that another fake?"
She felt it, the next one coming up from the ground to bite her behind from her supposed blindspot, but she wouldn't have any of that. Valerie did one more spin on her hands before grabbing what was left of the crystallized faker and lifted it with her legs. Then she completed the amazing rotation to do something even more extraordinary.
Batting the sun away.
"Why am I even asking, you are all fake. But more importantly..."
Whack
"Stop...."
Whack
"Hitting...."
Whack
"Yourself."
SMASH
With a final roar worthy of any basketball match she dunked him as hard as any game winning ball would ever be dunked. Whacking what little remained of the crystalline fake over his head.
Zeke - Arena 1
Keh. Did he get the damn bastard already? Before he could confirm if her charred remains were in front of him - a sudden impact slammed against his cheek. The counter was ungodly, and punched his head straight into the ground.
What!? His shocked expression could not save him from the incoming assault. It was like being in a storm of cannonballs.
SMASH!!He was being ravaged in front of the entire crowd, whacked harder and harder into the ground. There was no escape, no way to curb the blow. And with her form being even less than a blur, all that remained was to be struck mercilessly by an assault. They were strong, but worse, were pushing him hard enough to prevent escape from the next ones. Thus, he was dug further into the ground with every impact.
How much longer must I wait... Was this the end of his ambitions!?
SLAM!!
It is difficult.... to be the one on the reciving end... An onslaught he couldn't escape. Zeke seemed like he was desperately trying to guard, but every impact was blowing and cracking his shell open like an egg being hit by a spoon. It had only been a few blows, but their ferocity was what was beaking him down.
CRASH!!And thus her shadow came over him. With that, the final blow to end all blows. What kind of expression would the dark man make as he was being demolished by his own creation? As soon as she was about to strike him with true finality-
The weapon melted away completely. The final swing never connected, and that was enough. For just a moment, even an instant, enough to throw off the momentum of such a strike. To create an opening. One he exploited at the same time to blast her with another sun. The sudden plasmic burst, its speed, its power, all was unleashed at the near-perfect moment, when the weapon melted away and she was focused on the attack.
Had he reached the domain of her ungodly speed?
Not in the slightest. However, there was an uneasy gleam in the wounded dark man's eyes. The impacts that had been hitting the broken shell over and over again had struck him like a song. A dance. And now, he was closer to understanding it. It was a matter of timing.
Like a hunter getting used to a prey's movements.