Her hidden Emerald eyes widened at the sight of 200 copies of the man she fought. Her fists balled as she waited with faint hopes as the arrow grew in size and power. The wind rippled like the face of water once the rain starts. So fast, picking up the dust, which was still away from the main attack. One by one, Lillyana watched as the clones of the fighter, faded into the same dust.
Tilting her head, she came to think, each of them was a copy of the master, so each of them had a living heart, living energy that grew and moved within their copied bodies. Meaning more energy for her, and the more energy, the more power. A wicked grin crossed her lips, though still hidden by the hood that danced at her chin from the wind that was pulled from her, the very air she breathed, was put into that attack, lucky enough, she new how to hold her breath for a long time.
Her eyes watched as the number of clones faded into the dust, yet it was her mind that was else where, till it was only him, so slow did it happen.
The arrow touched his robes; His eyes of bright ocean blue widened and sparkled in shock. Slowly she could see, and feel the pain as it washed though his body, from his eyes. The sent of blood soaked the air sending her demonic thoughts into over drive. Closing her eyes, She tilted her head back, then moved it slowly to each side as a soft growl passed her sweet lips. Oh how she craved the taste of blood, the feel of it on her lips.
Then something snapped her back... Energy. Not living, but a dark deadly energy. It was enough to make her take a step back as she opened her confused eyes to the wounded man before her. But this time he was bare, from the waist up, his chest glistening with sweat, as white bandages wrapped around his arms, Like a Mummy long sense dead. His hair, as dark as hell itself, dancing in the soft breeze of the aftermath, drinking in the sun’s warm kiss, like a starved infant taking in mothers milk.
His face, young and pain stained, She blinked a few times as she watched his face and his emotions that danced over his cheeks, and his lips. Then a calming almost twisted look came over his face as the black energy danced over his body like ribbons of death, hugging him like a jealous lover. She watched, as the wound, which dripped in blood, closed, and the blood soaked back into his body.
Something had come over him, as though a beast, one of death and blood, was unlocked from the man’s soul, a demon from hell. He walked, like a stalker of the night, hunting, biding his time, watching his pray, and waiting for the right time to kill. No fear, no pain, nothing but the hunt, the thrill of the hunt that claimed his heart, as he thirst for her blood, her soul, her life.
No more was this a fight for fun, as before, but now a fight to survive, to live… A twisted smile of her own, crossed over her face, The first and only law of the jungle, kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, there is no in between, any that break the law, dies by the law.
Her eyes watched him as He headed, so skilled in his bodies frame, as though he was born and breed within the woods, within the jungles, within deaths play house, up the tree, like a spider then he stopped, waiting for the right time to take the fly…but this little fly, had a plan up her sleeve.
She moved her hands over the soaked lands, graceful, and calm, looked more like a child at play, lost within a dream, than a fighter, a huntress herself. She took one step, and that spot she left, was glowing as where her finger tips, the only part of her hand that could be seen from the gloves, Her eyes, though the hood started to shin as though there wasn’t a hood at all.
Ribbons of green, mists of energy flowed from the ground as the water was soaking into the dirt, for she was taking the plants energy, making them need more water, more sun.
“Shouldn’t have melted the ice eh?”
She asked with a faint voice, not caring if he heard her words or not, As ribbons, mists, clouds of green light, moved from the trees, even his.
They rotated about her body, creating a sphere around her frame. Her body could still be seen as she tore away her hood. Letting her wild curls of fire red hair spill over her face and shoulders, down her back and chest. Then the wind caught it, making it thrust back as her eyes flashed with power.
The ribbon, of black silk flew from her raging hair, into the sky right towards him, as so, did her energy though the ground, into the tree, reaching like a hungry beast, craving his energy. When and if it found him, it wouldn’t even been noticed as it started to feast from his energy, his charka.
She new this man wasn’t one to play children’s games any longer, So she couldn’t forsake not one moment leaving herself vulnerable to his attacks, her life was at stake.
The sun kissed her hair, warmed her cheeks, brought light to her darkness, casted out all doubt, all fear, all she new was the hunt, all she new, was her energy, her power. It wasn’t just a tool she used to get what she needed or wanted. Her power was her, she was her power, She was her energy, and the energy was herself. One couldn’t life without the other. Such a simple thing, that most humans and mutants seem to forget, Her powers where weapons, and so was she… They where one, all of her power… she yielded to the warmth, to the blazing rage that stirred within her heart, flushing out her fear of herself, She could take it all, use it all against him, Every drop of energy that grew within every living creature, every plant, every germ that swam within the waters of the rivers, the lakes, even the rain, was at her control. She felt it now like she never felt before, it use to scare her, how much she could have, how much she could destroy, but now that the energy was flowing though her, with her, around her, how could se deine her lust for it any longer?
With the power, the Energy that flew as free as a dove, started to lash out in waves of pure heat that set the grass that was dieing, to ash, the leaves that where dry, blew way as if autumn had touched early this year. The lashes, the waves of energy shot out towards him, seeking for his blood, for his energy to build within itself.
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