[Galefore]

BAKSHA!

Idiot woman! Had her mind even stooped so low as to think of the simplest possibilities, her demon-possessed movements wouldn’t have been so critically rash! As if a rift in time had opened and Yuki had been left out, Galefore almost disappeared from underneath Yuki’s attack. He had manipulated the snow itself, super-charging its moisture and climbing it via his hovering abilities, and found himself above even the mid-jump demon-lady. Her half-naked form rose further with another stride, a wild blow scraping Galefore’s boot and flinging sparks into the falling snow. They were the same color, and they did not disturb this unnatural blasphemy to nature.

“Yar Favis E BARG!” shouted Galefore, which roughly said “You are a BEAST!”, and then he rambled on about her desecration of this island’s beauty and the idiocy of bloody snow, for Galefore knew not the Japanese folklore and cared not. This was a travesty to him. He would show her the far more sophisticated nature of crimson lightning.

Galefore held his empowered position in the air, shining sparks and bolts flashing between the ground and the studs on his knuckles. Those would certainly do damage, or maybe he would unleash Ethusihn… No, not wise. The wisest choice was the scientific way, and he remembered his own habit ruined by neurons in his brain…

Neurons… They control movement, and are driven by electric jolts…

Eureka. Galefore felt incredibly accomplished, his toothy grin spreading to the point of an insane man’s malicious smile. He almost broke out laughing, but the sight of this half-naked, burned, pathetic woman was so pathetic that pity took over.

But, before he could call off his attack and let her “go free” (Galefore is a cocky bastard, even if his mainstream cockiness is a mirage), she leapt into his face and damn-near cut his head off. Again. Pulling back desperately, Galefore tumbled into the ground, now covered in mud and feeling as if his brain were soon to leak from his ears in fury. He was no longer willing to let this demon go. He would kill her.

Standing without a moment’s hesitance, Galefore flung his hand into the air, once again electrocuting the ‘willing’ Yuki. She stood there, expecting the flow to end, but she was soon wronged and surprised as she continuously felt searing energy come and go throughout her body. Mostly, she felt it in her head, and she began to froth at the mouth. Whilst this was happening, Galefore stood prepared and transmitted his own movements into Yuki’s, lifting a weaponless arm and jabbing it into his busy other arm. Yuki repeated this.

Except, Yuki was holding a sword in her hand. There was no sound more pleasantly horrifying than the sound that blade made as it tore into her arm. Again. And again. And again. Until Galefore ceased to be amused and let her hold it there.

Yuki was released, flying backwards with a sword still impaling her right arm. She landed with a loud squishing sound in the snow, underneath which there was a mud-puddle that she had already fallen into, mind you, her blade’s hilt smashing into a harder patch of earth, likely of stone. The hilt came all of the way through her arm, blood squirting into the air as her now defunct appendage convulsed. As much as she wanted to believe she was immune to Galefore’s abilities, she was still completely victimized by her brain. With her left arm, she wiped the foam from her mouth, and it mixed with the red flakes of frozen blood on the ground.

Galefore fell backwards, exhausted from over-exertion. It was beyond him as to exactly why it was exhausting to perform that move. Either way, it was, and Galefore felt the after-effects in full force, his vision momentarily blurring and his body becoming considerably more unstable and wobbly. For now, however, he would have to hide this hangover-like condition. But that headache... For now, his pain would have to be ignored. The warrior-mage tried to imagine what Yuki felt like at this moment. Standing up and staring at the severely injured woman, his mind wandering back to her appearance when she first arrived, he spat on the ground.

That was a waste of a good-looking lady and a fine warrior, and…

But, she wasn’t dead or willing to give up. She stood once again, her radius bone sticking out and in plain view, her ulna still in place but awkwardly lacking it‘s mutilated partner, and held her bloodied sword in her left hand.

Persistent fool. She could never possibly bring it into her mind how much pain she would be in if she continued…

But, that was what she seemed to want. No point in disagreeing, really. Galefore charged her, without the bells and whistles and lightning and thunder and chaos and hubbub. He brought with him only his skill with his weapons.

Swinging his spear in at least five consecutive thrusts, and then following up with a finely played sword-combination, Galefore wasn’t surprised as he was dodged and parried underhandedly. He was, in fact, actually more surprised by the unbridled flurry of left-handed attacks that followed his own assault, and he was cut and hit in his armor several times more than he had already been in the battle, at least doubling his blood-loss.

At the end of this little tirade, Galefore’s face was bloodied and his armor was now scuffed, dented, and sliced open in several places. He was still feeling the armor plate in his spine, and also feeling the sting of a fresh wound opened by a clear slice through his shoulder-plate. Yuki was no more injured than she had been when Galefore began his assault.

Obviously, Galefore was trumped in terms of pure weapon-skill… But what else was there other than bland electricity? Despite the obvious need to win, you might as well make it interesting, right? Maybe a variation on a old classic? Or a new attack altogether? Either way, Galefore was far too cocky at this moment. Yuki had obvious tricks up her sleeve. She would not let Galefore win this easily.

Galefore wasn’t going to let her win or gain any leeway either. He didn’t want to do the dishonor or magnetic manipulation on her weapon, but…

He concentrated on the sword. His face was an awkward, eyebrow-raising mix of eagerness and thought, and his hands were flexing, his fingers popping, as he tried to pull the weapon away.

Before he knew it, he was on the cold, blood-red ground again.

“That damn side-effect again? AGAIN? ARGH!” Galefore was now completely at a loss. He was so “drunk” from his exertion earlier that he was unable to prepare for a magnetic manipulation. This could be trouble.

Yuki could now quite easily take advantage of Galefore’s state. He was wobbly, unprepared, and quite simply not ready to battle any longer. Still, he had to defend himself. He had an old tactic of putting up an electromagnetic shield, but it would be so weak that her blade would only suffer a short period of dense air before reaching him. Still, it was a good way to stall her imminent attack, and it required little concentration, so he called it up anyway. The faintly glowing, yellow and blue orb flickered occasionally, and Galefore was more ashamed than he was protected…

Either way, he had a job to do.

His weapons floated in front of his face, and his head swelled as he tried to keep them afloat. He imagined that Yuki knew something was amiss. She would take advantage.

The red snow continued to fall of the monolith-island. It would mix with further blood-shed, certainly.