↪︎ Someone like him isn’t allowed comforts as such, the divine entities are proving as such. Striking it down the moment it touched his hand.

↪︎ He doesn’t make an effort to ask for the last kite. He only watches the one remaining in the sky. A low soft breath leaving him.

↪︎ The blade bleeds. Coated with that of the curses but they stare at one another in a calculated but deliberate silence.

“𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜.“

↪︎ All four hands release allowing her to drop to her feet.

“𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.“

↪︎ Each hand reinforces with the cursed energy, yet it still seems to be slicing through. Everything she’s got. For what he considers her, it’s something.

↪︎ The snow shifts under his feet. He’s obviously not going to let himself just be decapitated. The two twist. Her motion carried to a stall.
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↪︎ He casually waves a hand. The ruined tool set off to the side instantly diced to pieces. All without setting it off.

“𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍.“

↪︎ A pointed talon like nail would point in her direction.

“𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜, 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘.“

“𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.“

↪︎ She’s whipped and thrown back into the snow.

↪︎ She has one final round. The curse is casually bleeds from the one arm. Allowing the literal handicap. If she fails here. Then let their story end in her final flame. Let’s hope she doesn’t disappoint.

“𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.“

↪︎ The curse hunches lightly, preparing a strike, however restrained, he wouldn’t say.

↪︎ He quickly dashes in her direction. Flashstepping forward and striking against her blade. The strike bending the blade slightly.

“𝚂𝚘, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.“

↪︎ Casually appearing before her and crushing the tube of the weapon.

“𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎.“