Malcolm
Malcolm eyed the drink suspiciously, as if he had just been offered poison. He sniffed it, narrowed his eyes, twirled it around the glass a little and then downed the whole thing. His eyes widened, and the cowboy wannabe gulped and grinned widely like a jackal. After all the shit he got in one day, he honestly needed that.
"Pwaaah, that's the stuff." He sighed in satisfaction.
Methuselah
Light and darkness clashed and sent shock waves through the entire mall. This was no longer a fight between men, or monsters, but between gods. But there was a simple misconception that his enemy seemed to believe in. Had this been a simple clash of strength, of energy, then surely she would have come victorious. But there was one simple problem, one fundamental problem that became her undoing.
Darkness is not a power or an energy. It is the lack thereof. You cannot punch nothing with something, a plus and a minus will always result in a minus. Her attack was fearsome, but this match had already been decided by affinity. The beast of shadow did not resist her attack, but invited it, and as she entered the beast's maw the fierce aura around her dimmed and corroded until it was ripped from her body and eaten. Flesh, magic, souls, chi, even light itself was being scraped away and devoured by the darkness.
And the more the clash continued the more the wounds around her body began to grow. The more she penetrated his shadow, the more the shadow penetrated her and her chi. Escape was impossible, the moment she had entered him, dark energies were sucking impossibly at her, rippiing her skin and muscles from her bones little by little. The only thing she could do was charge forward to her doom.
But there was one simple problem, one fundamental problem that he had overlooked.
Rikuyo was strong.
A fist tore through the shadow like a flickering star in the darkness, holding the smallest amount of energy he could not corrode. "WHAT!?" He screamed, but he couldn't even blink as the mangled girl ripped herself from the darkness and punched him straight in the face with monstrous might. In the end, he could devour her power, but he could not devour her strength. Time slowed down as his face cracked like porcelain, shattering with glowing red wounds, and his eyes rolled back.
He was being blown down, floored by the massive strength of his opponent, but as one knee touched the floor, a single thought screamed in his mind.
Not yet.
Suddenly his eyes immediately focused back on his opponent. Was it divine power, instinct, determination, or something more? He couldn't tell, but the one thing he knew was that he couldn't lose here. Shadow enveloped his fist and he roared to strike back at his enemy with all his power.
His fist could never reach her, his vessel was far weaker than hers physically, but the shadow had caused some damage. As small as it was, there was a chance, a single opportunity, that as long as she was wounded he might be able to match her. In that moment he put the entirety of his faith into that chance and resolved to strike her with all his being.