[ ʝȋʀɸϑ♞тsυץυ]
Knight of Mercury
xxxxThe clone attacking Sno dodged the slice of her sword easy enough, but the shard of ice that followed ripped at her skin. But the woman didn't show any sign of pain, and no blood came from the fresh wounds. She was obviously a clone, and had no sense of pain or hesitance. She quickly took in the sight of her new wounds and looked back to Sno with a smile on her face, as if they had just shared a joke. She cracked her whip again, black spikes suddenly appearing along it's length.
xxxxThe original smiled at seeing Toketsu's ice clones take form, spreading in the directions of his comrades. "Ah, so the tyke knows some magic too?" While such magic should have struck worry in normal opponents, this woman seemed to take pleasure in it. Boring fights were no fun, at least these three would make things interesting. A wall of dark energy sprung up in front of her just as one of the boy's ice minions charged, stopping it in it's tracks.
xxxxJirou was doing his best to fend off his own clone, but the blow to his stomach caused his moves to be sluggish and he could only defend. He could have shot off an attack of his own if he could just put a bit of space between the two of them, but she was advancing every time he stepped back. And then ice figures surrounded them, taking the woman's attention off of him as they attacked. She gave a grunt of frustration as they pounced, one managing to strike her in the heart. Her form went black as shadows erupted from the clone, leaving only a small trail of smoke where she had once been. One down, two to go.
xxxxThe clone standing above Toketsu darted her eyes between his own magic, not seeming to be bothered that she was suddenly out numbered. With a quick crack of her whip and a spin much like a ballet move, it crashed into the ice form and shattered it to pieces. She stared down at Toektsu then, her grin turning into a devilish smirk, "You should have stayed in your own time, boy." she taunted, raising her whip to show it too had sprung sharp, long spikes along the entire weapon. There was a deafening crack as she swung it at the boy.
xxxxJirou, having managed to ward off his own attacker, watched as the one near his son advanced. His chest went tight as dread crashed into him like a tidal wave, and like a horse with blinders on, it was all he could see as he charged. Just as the spiked whip came down to strike, he threw himself in front of the attack, leaning over the boy to shield him. There was no time to parry or dodge, he merely shoved his body between the whip and his son. The spikes tore into the flesh of his back, blood spurting in a horrid wave of crimson as he screamed. His face went pale and fell to his knees, wobbling there a moment until he finally fell to the ground in a heap.
(and now i am sad D: )