Post by Vio on Feb 27, 2015 11:07:16 GMT -5
As the crimson quartet approached their target, the dark-haired youth seemed to mock her abilities, or perhaps he was actually complimenting her? A young man's dying wish to see the full extent of the power that would soon take his life away, setting him free? No. As much as she wished to read his words in that sense, Scarlette Grimm-Rosa could tell that that was not - nor would it ever be - the case for this particular person. The first Homunculus met its mark, wrapping its red arms around the boy's thigh. The second did the same. Though something was most definitely off, the woman was blinded by her intent, baring white teeth in a grim smile as the third of the triplets clung to the victim's waist and weighed him down. They were heavier than they seemed, for certain, her own strength barely enough to lift more than one at a time. But that wasn't the point. The point was that her strength was more than enough to complete the task at hand, her scythe now cleaving through the air, the blood-stained razor edge aimed for his neck.
"Enough of your dodging! Accept your fate!" Barking viciously as her quarry let the weight of the entities pull him down, his sudden movements had allowed him to completely evade that first horizontal swing with little effort. Still the creatures clung to his body, just as she had willed them to, and it was unlikely he would be able to dodge a consecutive attack. Allowing herself to turn on her heel, Miss Grimm-Rosa followed through with the momentum of the weapon's heavy head, raising it above her own cranium as she did so and twirling it above her as she made a swift pirouette-like manoeuvre. At the end of this little dance, she tore at the air again with the blade, the power of the previous attack being channeled into a fresh strike at a differing angle. This time there was no escape. There was nothing he could do to move out of the way of this one!
"What? How? Wh-why!?" Again her strike had missed, though this time for entirely different reasons. Yes, her foe had once again managed to escape the cold bite of the sickle, but in an altogether different manner to anything he had done before. Around she looked, chocolate eyes shimmering crimson in the morning sun; first to her left, then to her right, but he was nowhere to be seen. Like a ghost, he was gone. The blade of her weapon clattered against the ground, the butt of the snaith itself gripped in her right hand, but otherwise held loosely. By now, she was trembling. Fear and anger and uncertainty, all that which had powered her, was now making her feel almost sick as her vision settled upon the three Homunculi. Each looked about, just as she did, likely just as confused as to what had happened. One moment they had been clutching tightly to their chosen prey, gelatinous bodies pressed against dark fabric, the next their arms were empty of anything tangible.
Look behind you, her instincts told her, and so she did. Hastily she pivoted about on the spot, the tumultuous terror now so uncertain of what was happening. All she was seeing was red. Not the glorious crimson paint that signaled the freedom of the entrapped, but the furious carmine of rage. Never had she been so angry, both with her chosen prey and with herself. Sure enough, the subject and cause of her fury stood within her line of sight, looking at her warily with those violet eyes of his.
"Why don't you give up?" An honest question her posed to her, but certainly not one that she wanted to here. Scarlette felt her stomach lurch, aware of the truth in his words. To kill him, she needed to hit him, and if he could always slip free of her Homunculi, doing that would be near enough impossible. But, she had another trick. One that she hoped would work against this man and his peculiar power. Whatever that power was. She had glimpsed a shadow flitting away, but only for a moment, her eyes having easily lost track of it. Still, with every comment and action her foe made, all he was doing was adding fuel to the fire and empowering her resolve. This dance had gone on long enough, but she would not give in. He would die, sooner or later. Ideally, sooner.
"If... If I ever give up," the grim woman began to say, raising her scythe up above her head and clutching the smooth wooden shaft with both hands. "Then. This world will never change. I'd be letting down so many people. So many innocent people... Maybe you're right... About removing the bars, I mean. But, until I become strong enough - capable enough - to do that..." Slowly she began to twirl the sickle around above her, the stained steel glinting slightly as the sun's rays reflected off of it, creating a steady silvery arc as the rotations grew in number and speed. Behind her stood her soldiers, their blackened eyes now watching her without trace of emotion or curiosity. Utterly idle, awaiting orders, but the girl had practically forgotten about the need for them. There were repercussions to using her power, one of which she had already experienced many times, and she did not wish to risk wasting these entities just yet. Faster and faster the scythe span, the sound of the air parting and collapsing clearly audible to her as she glared at her opponent. "I'll have to settle with doing the next best thing. Besides, maybe when you're dead and free you can help me... Help me break those bars!
"Tourbillon Tranchant!" Scythe whipping about her in a forceful and fluid motion, Scarlette cast forth what she hoped to be the finishing move to this horridly prolonged execution, a crescent 'blade' of air being conjured from her actions and hurtling towards her opponent at an angle. The strangest thing it was to see, but also surprisingly beautiful, but it took her so long to wind up. Knowing this and thinking ahead out of necessity, she cast her gaze back towards her creations and whispered a single word: "Follow..."
Forward she dashed in the wake of the air blade, the shimmering sickle of torn air travelling far faster than she could as it soaring across the pavement in its hunt for flesh. Still, with the three little versions of herself in tow, she hoped to strike her prey down. Whether he dodged the first attack or not did not matter, because she fully intended to secure her kill by lopping off his head with the bloodied sickle in her hands...Here's the chance to introduce Rebecca!