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Raile shut up and kept quiet for the next bit. For one, Mother was talking. For two, he was going to get his butt kicked all around Hueco Mundo. He lost his sword with a kick, then was about to duck from a sonido he heard, then got thrown into the air from her attack underneath him. Yep. He landed a lovely distance away from where she had kicked him and landed head first too. He would have sighed if his head wasn't buried in sand. He struggled for a bit as he got his head free, as something immersed in sand could be quite hard to get back. He popped back up, and got a decent breath, sitting in the sand. "Tengo un dolor en mi cabeza, que divertido." Oddly enough, though he was in pain and quite beat up, he treated it as inconvenience. "Bueno...que estoy haciendo?" He hit his head a few times then grinned stupidly. "Oh yeah." He started booking it toward where Mother and his sword were, kicking up dust as he went. He picked up a lot of speed on account of the distance, then jumped about ten feet away. Actually it was more like a hop. When he landed, it was still seven feet in front of Mother, but because of the momentum he slid. This kicked up a lot more sand around them, and also made Raile fall back. He actually slid right by Mother and picked up his sword on the other side. The sand flew around as he righted himself, then dashed toward where Mother had been and to a stab in that direction. The sand would drop quickly, but for that moment he had a stab in the dark to make.

"Oh boy." Raile held on with both hands to his blade, and thanks to the funny grip, held on nicely. And got rewarded for it with a nice knee in his stomach. He grimaced, and tried to ignore the compulsion to vomit because of it. He managed well enough. Rahter ignoring the rest, he shifted his body weight to a much lower center of gravity, and sliding his feet into the sand while he was at it. The good thing was that if this worked, it would work. His sword was spiked in weird ways, very different from a katana. Mid thought he convulsed, almost loosing some stomach contents. When that was over he pulled back quickly, hoping to free his sword and possibly surprise her. After the attempt, he quickly spit out some bile and looked queasy. He would have to remember to avoid that from now on.

((Hey, I'm just glad I can think up enough things to keep him from dying.^^U And don't worry about it. She is supposed to be all kinds of awesome.

Sorry in advance for more stomach fun/Spanish quotes.))

When she let go his foot got pushed further into the sand, exactly as he had hoped. Still that did not assuage him any because of her next words. Something about her Ressureccion. Really? Wow. That kind of rietsu was going to get him killed. Still at least he got to fight against Mother when she was so cute. "Porque estoy haciendo eso? En serio." His voice was highly annoyed, but he sighed after a moment, and looked slightly amused. "Well, if you say so Mother." He bowed a moment, then gripped his sword and dashed forward. He began speaking under his breath, slow and rhythmic as he made the first thrust. "Come forth," his words were followed by slid after the thrust and upward slash. "From the void." His became a quick pull downward, designed to make use of the spikes coming from his blade. "O Thunder, cut." His words stopped for a moment as he used the downward motion to use the back of his blade in a slash motion across, while he jump skipped with it to get more of hid body weight behind it. "Down my enemy." The next motion he made could be either interpreted as him trying to fling her into the air or maybe just kick up sand in her face but as he pivoted and took a step back he got down low and used the blade to eat sand and then be brought up right in Mother's face. It got enough sand to give Raile a moment to say, "Hougudo numero dies y siete." He stepped to the side and hopped into the air, aiming his hands at Mother. "Dios Tukos." The lighting sparked from his hands and downward, finishing what he started. Felt good to try that for once. The tragic part was he was likely not going to get any real use out of it on account of Mother's reiatsu making it harder for him to move.

Raile stared blankly at Mother when she mentioned her loathing of Hogudo. Great. Not only did that fail but also he had used up his combo bar to do it. Drats. That thing took forever to fill up. What was he talking about? Anyway, he had a gun to deal with. Not fun. For all his mental and verbal complaining, he couldn’t say he regretted anything he was doing really. After all, if he regretted it, he shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Now he got to fail. Hard. She started firing at him and he dodged maybe two before he had to close his eyes and get pummeled. Either get pummeled and blinded and pummeled, or just pummeled. He went with the one that didn’t have his eyes in pain. This was painful. Very painful. He would love to have some kind of metaphor for how much pain this was, but he couldn’t think of one. Well that wasn’t true. It felt like he only had a couple HP left. Why did he think that? Anyway, the battle had been getting to him but he whispered something under his breath to keep himself going. “I regret nothing.” This would sound like a grim statement, but to him it was not the case. It was what he said when he did something fun and people wanted to hit him for it. Hitting on chicks for example. He grinned a little, and looked up to Mother, who had appeared in front of him. Dust had cleared by this time so he took a breath and straightened up. That hurt a bit, but he couldn’t be bothered to mind it at the moment. He put his left hand down, adjusting his right hand on his sword to compensate. He’d use what he had to in order to get a chance at this. His left hand glowed with then energy of a bala, and he started. He ran forward, shooting balas as he went. He had to keep this interesting; else he would never get through. He got two bala off then paused a beat longer and sent another one at her. Off beat made things interesting. Then he got in range so he slashed with his sword, while giving another shot as he did so. He threw another one at her for good measure while he tossed the sword at the end of the slash, catching it after that small throw so that it was blade down when his thumb was pointing up on it. He brought it back the same way and ended with a kick, just to keep it from becoming routine. He couldn't show he the same move twice here.