|| Post 12 ||
Miyuki's eyes narrowed in his direction, her lips curling into a snarl as she saw his success in ridding his body of her attached seed. She watched as it was sucked into the large void in the middle of the arena, but since it was no longer in his body, it was of no use to her anyways. Glancing back at her opponent, she saw the blood dripping down his right hand, knowing that even if he had gotten rid of her own little trap, he had injured himself in the process. Maybe she could use that later to her advantage, but for now, her thoughts were elsewhere. She saw the Void finally closing itself from the corner of her eye, the winds dying down quickly and no longer pulling her lithe form towards the great abyss. The moment it was completely gone, her feet were planted firmly on the ground once more and the vines that had been securing her in place loosened their hold. Glancing at the blades near her, they quickly shot out of the arena floor, and began to float around in the air, circling her own body in a lazy manner as she tilted her head upward in the direction of Tama.
He was a son of a b***h, alright. She had picked up on it the moment it had started. He was matching her tactic for tactic, weapon for weapon, blow for blow. Miyuki shouldn't have been angered by it, but it was a bit bothersome for her to see this happening over and over. Luckily for her, she had more than just basic magic on her side. She had many more skills to tap into, whether he would acknowledge them or not. Smirking in his general direction, she began to laugh at his words, shaking her head at the sheer ego of this man.
"You don't want anyone getting hurt? Oh go ******** yourself. This is a tournament, people will get hurt, and whether or not you think you're some kind of god up there, believe me, that is far from the real case. Don't worry about my well-being, because no matter what you do or what you throw at me, I will fight you with the same Hellish attitude."
Miyuki allowed her eyes to dart around the floor of the Arena. The entire area was covered with her thick, poisonous vines, and if Tama were to get anywhere near her or them, they would instantly lash out to either slice him to bits or sink their large, deadly thorns right into his skin and send poison through every one of his veins. If he was able to dodge through about one hundred of the deadly plants, she would be impressed, but then again, she had seen stranger things. However, with the way they were at this point, they would not get far in their match unless she did something now. Drawing the hilt of her sword in her hand one more, she lifted it and pointed the small leftover point of the blade towards him. Instantly, all the smaller blades that had been surrounding her came flying back into place, linking back together to form the bladed whip she was so fond of. However, it was time for a different approach. As her wrist began to glow, the shape of the entire sword began to change, and in an instant, it resembled the vines that surrounded her. A sturdy whip made out of the strongest plants, thorns adorning the entire surface except for the handle. However, there was more to the whip than just appearance.
Swinging the whip over her head and spinning it almost like the blades of a helicoptor, she finally slashed diagonally upward in Tama's direction. The whip was nowhere near long enough to reach him, but the attack in which she had forced upon him could make it to him within a matter of seconds. A sudden large whirlwind picked up as she slashed through the air, covering almost half of the Arena's expanse as it shot forward towards her opponent. And if that hadn't been enough, razor sharp thorns and petals were hurtling right in his direction in the midst of the strong gusts, each laced with an acid that was strong enough to melt through the toughest of metals. The moment she had unleashed her attack, about ten vines shot up in front of her, forming a criss-crossed pattern of defense so that if he were to attack right away afterwards, she would have some barrier in between them.
Miyuki's eyes narrowed in his direction, her lips curling into a snarl as she saw his success in ridding his body of her attached seed. She watched as it was sucked into the large void in the middle of the arena, but since it was no longer in his body, it was of no use to her anyways. Glancing back at her opponent, she saw the blood dripping down his right hand, knowing that even if he had gotten rid of her own little trap, he had injured himself in the process. Maybe she could use that later to her advantage, but for now, her thoughts were elsewhere. She saw the Void finally closing itself from the corner of her eye, the winds dying down quickly and no longer pulling her lithe form towards the great abyss. The moment it was completely gone, her feet were planted firmly on the ground once more and the vines that had been securing her in place loosened their hold. Glancing at the blades near her, they quickly shot out of the arena floor, and began to float around in the air, circling her own body in a lazy manner as she tilted her head upward in the direction of Tama.
He was a son of a b***h, alright. She had picked up on it the moment it had started. He was matching her tactic for tactic, weapon for weapon, blow for blow. Miyuki shouldn't have been angered by it, but it was a bit bothersome for her to see this happening over and over. Luckily for her, she had more than just basic magic on her side. She had many more skills to tap into, whether he would acknowledge them or not. Smirking in his general direction, she began to laugh at his words, shaking her head at the sheer ego of this man.
"You don't want anyone getting hurt? Oh go ******** yourself. This is a tournament, people will get hurt, and whether or not you think you're some kind of god up there, believe me, that is far from the real case. Don't worry about my well-being, because no matter what you do or what you throw at me, I will fight you with the same Hellish attitude."
Miyuki allowed her eyes to dart around the floor of the Arena. The entire area was covered with her thick, poisonous vines, and if Tama were to get anywhere near her or them, they would instantly lash out to either slice him to bits or sink their large, deadly thorns right into his skin and send poison through every one of his veins. If he was able to dodge through about one hundred of the deadly plants, she would be impressed, but then again, she had seen stranger things. However, with the way they were at this point, they would not get far in their match unless she did something now. Drawing the hilt of her sword in her hand one more, she lifted it and pointed the small leftover point of the blade towards him. Instantly, all the smaller blades that had been surrounding her came flying back into place, linking back together to form the bladed whip she was so fond of. However, it was time for a different approach. As her wrist began to glow, the shape of the entire sword began to change, and in an instant, it resembled the vines that surrounded her. A sturdy whip made out of the strongest plants, thorns adorning the entire surface except for the handle. However, there was more to the whip than just appearance.
Swinging the whip over her head and spinning it almost like the blades of a helicoptor, she finally slashed diagonally upward in Tama's direction. The whip was nowhere near long enough to reach him, but the attack in which she had forced upon him could make it to him within a matter of seconds. A sudden large whirlwind picked up as she slashed through the air, covering almost half of the Arena's expanse as it shot forward towards her opponent. And if that hadn't been enough, razor sharp thorns and petals were hurtling right in his direction in the midst of the strong gusts, each laced with an acid that was strong enough to melt through the toughest of metals. The moment she had unleashed her attack, about ten vines shot up in front of her, forming a criss-crossed pattern of defense so that if he were to attack right away afterwards, she would have some barrier in between them.
