Secret :
It seemed as if the tables had turned abruptly against the Dhani that was still trying to recuperate. Her adversary chose to press forward lunging out with her right tulwar, the first time around Mazal had stayed close and paid the price for it as she had been snagged by the weapons peculiar shape. The second time around Mazal gave that sword a wide birth as she hazily pushed herself off the wall which she was leaning upon placing the right tulwar outside of Mazals form.
Her opponents left arm came swooping in, sword was held backwards for a two in one slash and push combo. Using the momentum of her push off the wall Mazal would use her right sword in a part block part head on collision. While her left hand resting dormantly on its own sword in a backwards grip would finally break free from its leathery confinement, springing the trap she haphazardly laid out. as until now it was unknown that the serpent was a dual wielder. This secondary sword flung upward in a sort of surprise iado draw strike aimed at the meat of her adversaries exposed left inner thigh as it was within the gladius's flight path in its turbulent ascent.
Once again Fallon's height and weight played a crucial roll in picking the serpent off her feet and sending her airborne into the dirt as she skidded backwards trailing a cloud of dirt and dust behind her.
Seemed as if the Dhani brought out the best qualities in people. After that initial head butt her opponent could have turned and run, instead she chose to go forward. How she snarled, and paced in that corridor like a rabid animal, cornered bellowing its death throws. Perhaps they were more similar then they'd want to admit, maybe there was a blood thirsty monster within her that was slowly being exposed.
Where's the fun in that? she retorted as she picked herself off the ground
Her sword raised as Fallon's blood had been spilt upon her scalpel sharp steel from previous blows as the status of the latest counter strike was as of yet unforeseen. Sanguine was spattered across its mirror finish like rain drops that pitter pattered on a stormy night. The sword inched closer to Mazals face, and her cherry lips parted as her tongue trailed across the flat of her sword, she seemed to revel in twisted delight as she savored the metallic flavor of her life blood that began to smeared across the delicate features of her face.
It meant something, it meant that during the course of the fight her curse was passed. Whether her opponent knew it or not, those cuts would pulse and throb and intensify as if she had been stabbed. The pain would still be fresh and the relief of shock would not come and sooth the torment of those open wounds like slow venom it would work its way through her system striking the chords of nerves.
The scarlet devils single eye that could be seen beneath the folds and shadow of her cloak dramatically changed, as the other was veiled by her sword. A pulsing neon ruby red that pierced the pitch black of the darkness like molten magma. intensely bright this orb was illuminating within the darkness as if an exquisite gemstone dug from the deepest infernal pits of the abyss. The viper was drawing something within herself out, it was just a matter of when.
Stepping forward with both of her gladius drawn, she rowed the edges across one another, with every passing a shrill shriek cried from her swords. It was an unnerving kind of shimmying as metal swiped like cutlery being sharpened. That noise seemed therapeutic at times to Mazal as it opened tender thoughts of fine edges shredding meat and bone to ribbons and confetti. She followed the melody of tune towards the woman for the final showdown.
