In the midst of her cries, Sarla compresses Mana in her palm, and blast Siphiria away. The blonde woman is surprised, "Oh. Very well, if you wish to resist, you better be entertaining." She smirks as she reaches for her cap, throwing it in the hot wind. White and gold circles form under her heels as she assumes a fighting stance.
Sarla breathes heavily, blood drips down her side and onto her leg. "I don't know who you are..." She starts, clutching her wound with an Aura-coated hand, "and honestly, I don't care. You'll die like all these worthless wastes of space!" A layer of crystal forms over the wound, stopping the bleeding. "Crystalline Volley!" She prompts a Magic circle in front of her, firing black orange crystal javelins.
Siphiria responds with a spell of her own, "Heavensward Mirror!" Right before the volley can land, a mirror of light and water appears before her, absorbing the attack without difficulty. "Holy Reservoir: Three-way Bombardier!" Three circles appear above Sarla, immediately blasting golden water bullets.
"Crystalline Cove!" Sarla flings one hand around while conjuring a circle, creating a sphere of crystal. "Heavensward... Holy Reservoir... These are Angelic keywords! What is an Angel doing here!?" Sarla ponders as Siphiria's spell keeps on hammering her shield. "I'll figure that out later..." A black orange Aura grows over Sarla's hands and feet. She shoots a straight line of crystal overhead and toward the Angel.
The human girl then glides over the ground via a crystalline pathway, "If there's one thing I know of Angels...
Ashen Tear!" She swipes her hand in a arc, her Aura slashing through the air and buildings alike at high speed.
Siphiria undoes her Bombardier, and extends her hands toward the attack, calling upon Heavensward Mirror, absorbing Sarla's spell—at least that is what should have happened. At the last second, Ashen Tear is undone. The Angel focuses back on the human woman, who is now holding a dagger of crystal, ready to stab her opponent.
But Siphiria is anything but worried. The dagger flies through the air, and right into her stomach...
TANG!
Not. Under the white body fitting dress are numerous purple lines, exactly where the dagger should have pierced the skin. Siphiria shakes her head in disappointment, "Wow, I wasn't expecting much, but really?"
"Did you expect that, though?" Sarla counters, which makes Siphiria raise an eyebrow. But she comes to understand as a scythe of ash impaled her back, exiting through her chest...
***
Saki's lips are blood red as she pulls away from the blue-haired woman. "Tender," She says, dropping Shira on the ground. "I would eat more of you, but I'm not feeling particularly hungry anymore. I'll just keep the rest for later,"
Shira scrambles while holding the missing part of her shoulder, "...Y-you bastard!"
"Whatever you say, bluey~" Saki grins as she raises one of her greatsword.
"STOP!" A shout stops Saki. It belonged to the leader, whom she blasted away moments earlier.
Still smirking, she rests one greatsword over her shoulder with the second one inches away from the blue-haired woman's throat. "I don't think I will." Saki opens her hand, dropping her sword and beheading Shira without hesitation.
"...Tch!" A feral gold Aura mixed with the malevolent red one shoots from his body, his lion ears perking up.
"Oh, dear Kon. The king without subject. Why did you choose to serve the outerworldly evil?" Saki questions, gripping her second sword while taking her fighting stance.
Kon's eyes widen in surprise. "I haven't heard that in a long time... How do you know!?"
"Heh, beat me and maybe I'll tell you."
"Gladly! RAAAHHHHH! " Kon roars, letting his mixed Aura explode furiously into a pillar that pierces through the reddened clouds. He vanishes from his spot the next instant, "SCARLET ERASER!" A beam of malevolent red and gold descends from the sky, vaporizing in its path before reaching Saki.
"HELLFIRE SPEAR!" Saki pulls one arm back, coating a greatsword with black flames so intensely hot it warps the air around her. The beam keeps on descending at a frightening speed. It is not until it is at a arm length away that Saki thrusts her sword upward.
Black flames clash against red and gold Mana, each pushing, trying to crush the other but neither bulge."So fucking heavy...! This is how it feels to have an Aura clash!?" Her grin slowly grows as her feet sinks into the ground from the beam's weight. "I can't believe... I missed out on so much fun!"
She can't help but laugh. Ever since she became a mercenary, she often saw powerful figures fight. She could never due to how weak she was, but each and everytime such fight arose, she clenched her fist so hard it bled. Her blood boiled, something tightened in her chest.
Now that she is finally able to fight on such a scale... She is not planning to hold anything! Pinkish tentacle-like markings gradually form on her skin as she changes the grip on her Hellfire Spear. "Hellfire..."
Instead of gripping the handle, Saki pushes her palm against its butt. Veins pop all over her arm as she screams, "... JAVELIN!" The spear shoots out, shattering the red and gold beam while leaving a trail that continued into the sky.
"Ugh!" Kon groans, his arms flung back from the recoil of his attack being shattered. "Monstrous strength!" He exclaims.
"HELLFIRE SICKLE!" A roar alerts Kon, prompting him to focus on the incoming attack, despite his still trembling arms. He concentrates his Aura into his muscles as a crescent-shaped blade of purple flames crash into him.
***
"... Is that fighting in close quarters is not your forte!" Sarla smirks, glaring down at Siphiria's impaled form. The ash scythe glistens with golden blood.
BOOM!
The air detonates violently as whatever building that still stands finally crumble for good. A red and gold beam descends from above but shatters seconds later as a black flames soar through the sky.
"Kon's Scarlet Eraser... But what is that black flaming trail? More importantly who's?" Sarla concentrates her clear Aura into her feet, preparing to jump.
"Crystalling Workshop: Ashen Reaper..." A scythe of white dust slashes at Sarla's torso, aiming to slice up clean. The human woman, sensing the attack just in time, manages to jump, although quite hastily, which leads to her right calf being clipped.
"Kuh!" She groans as she lands on one knee. "... My Ashen Reaper...! How!?"
"You are right, melee fights isn't an Angel's forte as much as I hate to admit it..." Siphiria says, caressing the ash scythe protuding from her chest. "But you made one mistake... I am no average Angel."
The ash gradually flies into Siphiria's palm, where it crystallizes in a tiny marble. "How about we kick things up a notch?" Icy purple chains glide across the red in the Angel's eyes as two red swords materialize in her hands.