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YOLF:
Headmaster

This close, the folds of the black cloak fluttered before the cascade of impacts like snakes caught by a hurricane, but the woman that wore it did not sway as if affected. Her form was outmatched against these forces, but her mind refused to allow even a blink to pass through and give away a weakness. Flung familiars tumbled past her, and without a sweat or missing a beat the Headmaster threw her palms forward. The street beneath all of them rolled like a wave, stone and cement bursting like crests of seafoam into the melee, separating the squirrelgirl from the barrage of the assistant professor and attempting to bury the bloodsucker.

As winds of combat blew a gap in the smoke, the headmaster could see the vampire clearly, and he would have been able to see her lips utter something without sound. A split second was all he got, as her soldiers reared up once more to resume their purpose. Your proof?

Panda:
Nanako

There was an unfamiliar rush as her kick hammered Costin down into the dirt, then a far more familiar one as he dislocated his own arm to grab her leg and slam her down next to him. The fight was starting to remind her of her battle with Orcus, except this time there was no assurance of healers, no rules against killing your opponent. Here, he'd be entirely at her mercy if she bested him, and she at his if he did.

"You know, normally I like being on the receiving end of this," Nanako chuckled, "But for you, I can make a-" was all she got out before explosions cut her off, the squirrel girl bringing her arms up on reflex. The fires, however, cracked apart with lines of nothing as they touched her, tiny squirrels of abyssal nothing emerging and chewing through the flames. Annoyed, she kipped up to her feet in one smooth motion, then zipped through the flames as the headmaster's stony tidal wave crashed down behind her. In one swift motion, she grabbed the resplendent blackfire bird by its throat, her skin cracking like the fires it had spewed and her eyes shaded over like viewports into an endless night for a brief moment before they returned to their usual hazel.

"Hey shitbird, watch it with flambe, I'm not your next meal," Nanako barked at the oversized roast chicken, holding back a wince as a sudden sharp pain crawled down her back, distinct from all the other lingering aches from her destructive battle with Costin. This was less impact, and more...like something that had been stuck in her, sliding in deeper. Shards pushing into her back even though she didn't feel the warmth or wetness of blood.

Kotomine_Rin:
Costin

"-!"

The flames poured down like comets, delivering heat and ash while eating the very life around them. Suddenly, the vampire's massive frame was swallowed whole by the black pyre,  as if he was being eaten by it too. There was nothing to see there, naught but fire and death.

Suddenly, a crimson boot walked out the flames, gargantuan and metallic in hue. Thick, jagged crystals mixed and coalesced into a broken, halfway-formed bloody layer, like a plain crystal shell around some of his body parts.

Nonchalantly, the man took the first step, and walked. Calmly. Burnt. And perhaps, in a small way... hurt.

"Not bad."

The apostle coughed blood. In its hand, he clasped his headphones tightly, coated in his own essence. The moment they went back on, they fused with his own makeshift helmet's blood with the frames, encasing them in the protective layer that soon formed the shape of a hat. Meanwhile, the blood on his flesh and the crystal melted, spread out, and formed hundreds of needle-wide threads around his body, until it was no longer something as brute as crystal or as mundane as mere blood- but a coat, cloak and all. That of a hunter.



He looked at the headmistress curiously. For a moment, he stared and waited. Then, he vanished.

The murderous intent closed the gap, right behind the Headmaster.

Kotomine_Rin:
Lawrence

"K-KHAAHHH! YOU BITC-KHHH! L-LET GO!" The blackbird roared in indignation, flaring furiously with each futile flap of its wings. But if that nightmare showed all of that burning emotion, the man next to it had a pallid, hollow face. Nay, it turned to the squirrel girl, and for a moment, their eyes met.

She had seen those eyes before.

The man who fought her in the dojo then. Their tint had that similar lifelessness.

The rebel who fought alongside her against the seraph. While that man had the most life and freedom in it than all the others, both carried the same conviction.

But compared to these imitations, there was one thing that felt truly, genuinely crushing. It was the ravenous, hungry emptiness. A hollow lack of anything other than what it had not, drawing everything closer to its ego. Like a black star, colliding and devouring until it met its own demise. The eldritch truth that dictates all life to crave, a blackened craving.

The black star-mud of draconic greed.

"How fascinating... Poor thing."

And that thing acknowledged the own girl's void. And it was terrifying. The seraphic thing inside her felt a horrifying fear that very moment.

His shadow created a chair for him to sit on. Its as if her power did not threaten or intimidate him at all.

"Since you've been so rude as to trash this place about, allow me to ask you a question. What led you here?"

YOLF:
Headmaster

Ah, so everything until now had been playing. The rumbling of her soldiers seemed small and distant as the vampire's figure grew taut with bloodthirst. While it wove itself in a figure of predatory chivalry, her human heart thumped once in its chest like it meant to escape. Every mortal fiber in her being ought to be warning her to not look away if she wanted to live, in disregard of the deeper ego that assured her invincibility.

Still, the corners of her eyes wrinkled at Lawrence's manners, away from this. What... was he doing?

And in that instant, the vampire slipped her senses completely. She slammed her foot down, and spears of steel rushed forth from the ground in a piercing net, but she was already open. This attack, she could not avoid. Was this his answer to her demand?

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