Re: Final: Joker [Pyro Bastard] vs. Lust [Beautiful Illusion]
OOC ~ Sorry about the lateness, babe >_<;; ... you know what it's been like with coursework and electrics =<
"Not what you expected, hmm?" The female's face seemed to take on a permanent smirk as she controlled her speed, coming to something of a halt, though not for long. Her ebony head whipped round, body following, as she kept her crimson eyes on her opponent. The wine-coloured pools darted in various directions ... perhaps not even locking on to Joker for a decent while. It would seem that she was simply calculating her next move, though was flawed in the way she did not prepare herself for Joker's.
"And yet you expect me to cry? Maybe I just didn't want to hurt someone with such a cute face ... " She commented, showing no sign of shame, or embarrassment ... not even a hint of nervousness. Instead, the female continued fowards, in the hope of landing at least one hit ... stopped dead in her tracks once more as Joker propelled himself into the air. There was no way she could block that ... it would exert much too much force upon her own arms, and in spite of the fact that death was no obstacle for her, she knew that being slashed into pieces was most certainly not the most pleasant experience.
All the same, her blades were crossed in front of her, in defense, as she calculated her movements. A little pain was worth much, much more than a lot of it, and if she could just find a way ... he was hurtling towards her at an insane speed, she did not have long ...
The female winced painfully as the trident collided with her weaponry. Her arms were pushed back - just as she had suspected, it was an uncomfortable manouvre, and one she had hoped to avoid. Her mind could have easily worked faster than her reflexes in this instance, however, it was to no avail. She winced all the more as the weapon pushed upon her, threatening to break her counter at any given moment. In her eyes, if she did not push against the weapon, in spite of the pain, she would be sliced to ribbons ... however untinentional that may have been.
"It ... looks like ... we have a bit of a conundrum ... " She smirked, though it did not fully disguise the beads of sweat beginning to develop upon her attractive forehead. She urged her blades forwards, breathing heavily, in an attempt to at least prevent herself from too much harm; perhaps a little absurd, considering death was not an option in the long run.
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Tori says:
'Her website'.
Andrew says:
She has a website? ^_^
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^ Pyro on my mother.
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