The techno music was intense and boisterous while the rhythmic beats reverberated off every object and being inside the dim lit room say for the brightly fluorescent neon glowing in the rafters above and bar counters. Their radiance providing only the minimal needed lighting to keep a cautious step among the dance floor. It mattered little to the attendees of the trendy and popular night club as they pranced among each other in ridiculous manners while they reeked of disgusting chemical combinations. The mutant supremacist known only to the world as Envy, sat in the farthest and most darkest corner of the second floor sipping on black coffee.
The bitter aroma wafting from the porcelain cup was intended to cover up the disgusting scents of the homo-sapiens. The smell of sweat polluted by recreational drugs and putrid breath fouled with expired alcohol agitated the mutant's hyper animalistic senses, but did not cloud them. Occasionally declining the offer to mingle with female patrons, and sometimes male, he waited for the true purpose of his presence to arrive.
Just like many of the universe's enhanced or inspired beings by the promise of an all granting wishing star, he threw his hat into the ring as a contender for the supernatural prize. At any cost, he would be the one to grasp the pact of a god and see his vision of supremacy brought to life. And so, he waited patiently and attentively with all his sensations, readying his body for the impending battle. Even if he were to lose in his first bracket, at least he would be able to take some of these pathetic lower beings to the grave with him.
"At least there's that…."
He whispered under a hushed murmur before once again sipping the caffeinated liquid.
A cosmic fight club. The idea sounded excited at the time and she jumped on with no second thoughts. In times like this she realizes that she hasn't broke free from the twisted little girl inside herself. She has little to no care for getting on the top as long as she gets people to punch till she's down. For her this is no more than an extreme sport or a practicing with the best out there. While waiting to be transported the specified arena she cleaned her pistols with great care, cleaned her unstainable blades. Everything worked as she awaited right after she took the last sip of her scotch the transportation process started.
Neon lights. Loudly playing unlikeable music. Filled with disgust stuck between filthy men. Violet kept walking between mindlessly dancing people with no regards or sympathy. Her eyes scanning the place, storing the scenes inside her mind. With her dressing she was too obvious but the meat wall of people were hiding her but also shadowing her sight. In that instance she wasn't happy that becoming a prey or the hunter was left to chance. She never liked chances. Oddly she never did like thoroughly planning either. Her way had always been choosing her path and then improvising. A few seconds more touring around the club and she got bored of waiting her opponent.
A little hand movement and a wave of her fingers a little defensive shield rose around her nothing too strong but enough to give her time to counter a sneak attack. Her hand slowly moving inside her coat, she grabbed one of her pistols. A few steps away and she took it out. No need for a gamble she thought. she pulled the trigger thinking about fireworks and the pistol shoot out fireworks to the sky to announce her presence. She drove a circle on air with her hand and the ground started to raise. ''I make my own chance and I make my own arena, you fools.'' She laughed. She shot another round of fireworks and another and another.
Even though Envy had sat himself only for a few minutes upon arriving, the time felt to have been dragging into hours. It wasn't anxiety that gripped him, but excitement. He relished the opportunity to prove his prowess to the world once more, without any regards to the lives of anyone else that wasn't mutant. Although the rancid smell was still floating casually in the atmosphere, something subtle, but dramatic changed that captured the chemoreceptors in his canine like nostrils.
A metal like scent that hinted of wiped gun powder.
The time had finally arrived. The bouncers and bodyguards at the festive establishment carried stun guns and pepper spray, not firearms. If there was any indication that his opponent had arrived, this was it. A smirk played across his face as his muscles tightened and relaxed, pumping blood and controlled adrenaline throughout each fiber of his body like the Apex Predator he truly was.
Standing to his feet and with a rapid crack of the cervical column of his spine, he began strutting towards the greasy hand rail of the second floor balcony. It was obvious who his target was as she swaggered through the drug induced patrons with hungry intention and determination behind every step. Clearly not one to play cat and mouse, she had taken the initiative and began firing to garner the attention of everyone at the club.
Straight to the point and no hesitation. I can respect that.
Gripping the hand rail and throwing his body onto the steel and hunching over, Envy perched himself like a carnivorous gargoyle. His predatory gaze closing in on her and gauging every single one of her hand movements. The way she clutched the hand grip of her weapon and fiercely tugged at the trigger radiated a woman of experience.
Taking into consideration that she was a quite adept marksman, The Mutant Mongrel took what he had believed to be the most optimal opening to launch himself into a sneak attack while simultaneously unsheathing his 6 vibranium talons. The metallic substance gifted from The Shogun of Venezuela herself had lead his charge like a perching torpedo darting it's way with her carotid arteries as the killing objective.
Immediately closing the gap between them in mere milliseconds, he felt an enormous amount of resistance before his armed forearms even made contact. The sudden defiance surprised Envy as he was ricocheted backwards. Turning the amazing counterattack into a quick evasion and flip midair, he landed on all fours like a mythological cat from the lore of old.
"This is going to be interesting. I apologize ahead of time for killing you. The fate of a species rests on my shoulders and I won't allow your desires to overshadow mine."
His voice was soothing and charming, but still firm and honest. There was no point in hiding his intentions as he doubted that it would change the outcome of their skirmish. Envy had no idea what this foe was capable of, so he did what any brilliant tactician would do with an unknown enemy. He was going to test the waters. Crouching into a deep squat, he darted like a ravenous cheetah to the closest neon wires and fixed lights, slashing at their frames and bulbs. The wild strikes and slashes of their mounts caused the electrical wiring to be exposed.
A fire abruptly began to take place in the immediate area as he regained his human posture in the center of the blaze. He was durable enough to withstand extended periods of the heat, but was she? The patrons were bewildered and frenzied, rushing for the doors. Envy wasted no time to see her reaction as he launched himself once again to the strange woman. Feinting to the right of her rather athletic figure with a sharp jab, but he retracted his arm at the last second and dropped into a scissor kick aimed at her ankles. If the attack landed, it would hopefully shatter the bones of the metatarsals. If not, then perhaps she would lose focus of the furnace that was slowly closing in on the duo.
Letting herself known to her enemy had officially started the game as without a need for waiting her foe jumped out on her with no second thought. The spell stopped him though with swift movements her rival stepped back. Taking note for his agility and the vicious claws, she looked right at her opponent as her lips curved to form an excited smirk. ''No need for an apology. We'll surely have many chances to chat when I put your head on my wall as a trophy, li'l cub.'' While talking she holstered her pistol. Her stance slowly changed as she slid her foots on the ground to get ready for the next wave of clashing. Her palms looking at her opponent she found herself as if she was getting ready for a rodeo.
Her gaze carefully tracking her opponent, she watched as he fiercely slashing his way around. As obvious he was getting ready to use their surroundings against her. The better way to let him feel he gets the upper hand for awhile. To let him relax and to let him make a mistake. She was already feeling the heat going up. Nothing to harm yet but could be in time. Important part was not to waste the time. His opponent finally came for more intimacy. He got to her, his fist coming right at her ruthlessly. She rapidly slid her left foot back, her chest facing her opponent ready for the fist. In a second glance the muscles on his arm tightened, his posture slightly changed. She knew the moves and the rules for these dances were to strictly observing the opponent. He pushed her chest to her right. Taking advantage of her weight, she went for a flip. The kick landed to her ankles but her flexible bone structure and the movement of her legs breaking the true strength behind the attack had saved her bones from shattering. Though her balance had lost, she grabbed the floor with her right hand pushed herself up for a backflip as she tried to ignore the sizzling of her ankle.
A few steps back and she sat on one knee. Her hand curved around the air as she whispered in an ancient tongue. 'Freeze'. Her finger tips touched her lips and the took position pointing to his opponent before him and she puffed. Her breath got stronger and wider in milliseconds. Freezing anything and everything in it's way. She extended her arms to her sides the forgotten blades gracefully formed at each of her hands for her to wield. She darted off with incredible speed pushing her muscles as hard as she could. Coming right behing the freezing air. İf his opponent could find a way to escape from freezing she would jumped right at him for a slashing to her chest followed by the second impact to his neck. If he were to freeze things would be easier and she would go for taking his arms off for the start of a little fun.
The spark of the severed electrical wiring had now grown into a full blaze and began to consume the neon nightclub as party goers were literally running for their lives in mad dashes to the exit. A difficult task to avoid the flames and the super powered brawl in the center of the room. Interference in either dilemma was sure to end in death anyways, but Envy simply ignored the guests as his opponent seemed to be doing the same.
Continuing with his feint and retracting his jabbing arm, he felt the sudden contact of his ebony Oxford shoes against her limb. It took less than a second for the mutant terrorist to realize that she had intensely observed his muscle's movements and quickly adjusted her response. Instead of the loud crack of bone and ligaments snapping in the malleolus of the ankle, he heard nothing. She had moved her leg with the scissor kick and rolled with it, then away.
"Impressive."
Envy continued pushing with his body to avoid injuring himself and possible recoil, but turned his head to the woman flipping over him so as not to lose sight of her. A crucial mistake that most over confident fighters suffered from and soon becomes their own downfall. She moved fluidly like water, but had vaulted so pristine that Envy was almost mesmerized. A true level of athletic and acrobatic ability.
Finishing his smooth slide along the slick dance floor, he finally slithered up to his feet and back into a fighting stance with his claws still extended. As his foe was still in the air, a barely audible sigh escaped her smooth lips in a dialect he failed to recognize. Tightening his brow he concentrated on her palms, waiting for her to pull the trigger on her stranger pistols, but nothing escaped their barrels.
Instead, he felt the hair on his skin stand up ominously. A cold shiver slowly crawled down his spine as every animalistic sense that he had been mutated with was screaming at him. Their intuitions had been telling him that when it came to the 'flight or fight' decision, flight was the best option. Envy refused however. He was stronger than the animals within him and stood his ground, ready for whatever was to come. The moisture in the air chilled and his breath became visible as his body temperature slightly dropped.
He smirked calmly as the seconds went by and nothing about his anatomy changed. The atmosphere had become a frozen chill and had quelled what was a raging inferno, but he remained unharmed. She must have been unaware of his mutant ability since birth that augmented his skin to a rhino-like thickness and had insulated his body well. Particularly against the cold. However, his vibranium laced claws were not adjusted to such temperatures and froze against the inside of his muscle tissue. The change in his talons were more annoying than painful and only meant he could not retract them properly.
But out of the cold mist, she had leaped downwards with blades. Envy had been to preoccupied with the chill that he couldn't focus on listening to her movements. Once again, her graceful movements were hypnotizing as she intended to deal a killing blow from her hidden breath.
She drove the first weapon down with no hesitation towards his torso, but he blocked it with cross arms and his weaponized forearms, completing absorbing the kinetic energy that she drove down so fiercely. Not forgetting about the other knife, he moved his aesthetic figure to the side as she targeted his carotid artery, one of the most signifiant areas of a person's physiology. His boxing like side step was performed strongly and swiftly, but it did not completely allow him to evade the attack as the bulk of his strength was focused on keeping the first blade away from his heart.
With a loud 'gush', blood squirted and poured out of his right trap. Not necessarily hitting any major arteries, but still an important area. It was driven in deep and powerfully, slicing downward and with surgical precision, it severed muscle tissue like melted butter. He gritted his teeth, trying with all his courage to keep from yelping in agony like a fear filled pup, but the pain had been to much to bare. He howled in anger from his torment and with all his might he abruptly crouched down into a squat. Utilizing the muscles in his massive legs he sprang upwards like a squatting powerlifter and attempted to toss the woman off of him.
Whether she left the blade in his trap wasn't his concern, but he needed to turn the tide of the fight. If he succeeded in repelling her, he would guard the injury hoping the damage was more superficial than debilitating. As he did so, he would release a secretion of pheromones from his mouth and nostrils with each exhalation. The purpose was one that would instill a false sense of security combined with admiration of his gender. Hopefully this would drop her guard and allow him to close the distance again, this time in his favor for his own blade to strike her down.
The cold air swallowed the heat. Their surrounding filled with frozen people that were aimlessly dancing not long before. Her opponent had kept his body heat with his own genetic gifts. Out of the breeze Violet showed herself, finally face to face with her foe. Her blade clashed with his foes arms as he carefully defended himself. With no second thought she moved for the second contact. Her blade ruthlessly slit his moving foe though it missed the intended blow. With the smell of blood she left at her roaring enemy. With the sudden push she found herself in the air with a little pain on her chest and positioned herself a few steps away from him. In the action she had to leave her blade stuck to her opponents muscles.
Unaware of the fact that his foes pheromone attack, she felt more cocky than her usual state. The man before her started to look more fascinating than before. Deep down she knew something was wrong but still she couldn't take herself away from the sight of the man. She let the blade slip from her hand. Her breathing fastened. She bit her lips a little blood came out of it as a red dot. She saw him getting closer but didn't pay much attention to his intentions until he was too close. In that instance her survival instincts kicked off but it was a little late to evade the impact completely. She moved her body as fast as she could but still it wasn't enough. She had to choose the place of impact and she positioned herself effectively. She evaded one of his arms but had to let the the claws of his other arm to pierce her body a little bit higher of her waists right side.
The pain was too hard to bear. Anyone would scream but she laughed with pain. Drops of blood falling down from her body. Her gaze fixed on the man. As the impact came she moved her right arm to wrap his to stop him from getting away. The pain gave her a more clear sight but the pheromones didn't exactly leave her, yet. She moved her head to take a kiss from his lips. Her left hand called the blade stuck on his body back to it's grasp. As the blade starts moving she were to kick him away from herself.
In the aftermath she would lick the blood of his foe that was left on the blade. The touch between his blood and hers. She would say the words in the dialect of hell. ''Let him be bound as his blood shall stop flowing.'' A darker binding spell to keep the man at his place for him to take a clear shot to the man with a mystic bullet to burn trough his heart.
The blade stuck firmly into his lean and muscular trap as his foe rapidly pushed away, but Envy refused to let her gain the upper hand. She was obviously skilled with projectiles, a fighting style that the mutant terrorist could not equally compete with if he didn't close the distance. As he strategically planned, he moved in with quick and light steps, leading with his talons. A small hint of oxygen rich blood that wasn't his own perked the animalistic senses in Envy has it subtly brushed within his nostrils.
Confused as he had yet to make a laceration upon his foe, his eyes focused to her teeth gnawing at her own lips with an extremely small amount of the crimson fluid dripping. Clear signs that the scent fuming off his pores and breath was taking effect. However, the scene of her doing so was captivating, distracting even. Pushing the ill timed thoughts away from his mind, he followed through with his attack, slashing at her abdominal side with surgeon like precision. She didn't wince nor wail as was the norm among the mongrel's victims. No. She laughed furiously and frantically, completely enamored with the sharp pain.
"How alluring…."
The words mistakenly slipping from his smirking lips. Was his pheromones affecting his own senses? No. It was impossible as he was immune to all chemically induced yearnings. Yet, she had been so tantalizing, the hormone induced thoughts were backfiring. Still distracted, he failed to notice her arm reaching for his and bringing him in closer so he could not retreat. Envy made no attempt to escape or resist, his goal was to deliver the final blow to her torso, but she did the unexpected. The femme fatale clad in violet and blood tugged at him with both force and grace into a passionate kiss that seemed to last hours. The world around Envy had melted away as he fell into a sort of trance. Perhaps she had placed a spell to ricochet off of her or maybe a substance was laced on her knife that mimicked ecstasy....Because that's exactly what it felt like; A drug. No longer a miniscule hint of blood, but a cloud of the mortal fluid assaulted him.
Envy's attention was completely captured, so much so that he lacked the sensation of pain that came from the woman as she drew out the knife from his thick muscle and even tougher skin. She finally stopped the romantic gesture and drove her powerful feet into the Homo-Superior's chest, using the bending and concave of his rib cage to thrust herself away.
Her crimson lips moved, every word fell from her mouth with intoxication as he paid no heed to the actual meaning behind them. Stupefied, he was unintentionally allowing himself to be toyed with. As the amour he had felt for her in the past moments began to wear off and he was back to gripping reality, his body froze in time. Every muscle fiber in his body paused and his cells slowed down. He wasn't frozen by the cold, but paralyzed from within.
I hate witches. So deceiving. So untrustworthy. Hmph. So tempting.
She rose her pistol without mercy and fired a perfect and flawless shot to his heart. If it were a regular bullet, he could not only withstand it easily, but possibly deflect it. She was a mistress of magic however, and very rarely do such fickle magic users utilize anything 'normal'.
He closed his eyes, clearing the images of her bloody smile from his head. Forgetting the tainted memory that they had just shared and reflecting on the goal behind the battle instead. The future of a species hung in the balance of this fight. HIS species. With every once of his strength and courage that he could draft, he strengthened his resolve. Grimacing from the shear strain that was being placed on his canine like physiology and the force rushing through his arteries as they pumped as much adrenaline through his system as feasibly possible and substitute the unmoving blood.
It was only a few inches, but it was those few crucial inches that decided whether he lived or died on this nightclub as he moved slightly to the left of the racing bullet. Enhanced and enchanted with magic, it tore through his pectoral muscle and left lung like a soaking piece of paper. Doing so much as to even nick a rib in the process. The gunshot was so agile, it felt painless, but the aftermath was when the devastation began to set it. Heaving in shallow breaths, his collapsed lung was falling into tension pneumothorax and filling with blood. The broken rib was of no concern in comparison, but he had narrowly escaped the worst of it.
They had both suffered rather traumatic injuries and it was still a mystery as to his 'valentine's' disposition and if she could even retaliate. Things seemed like a draw at this point.
"So….What happens….now?"
He said in haggard breaths while more of the familiar fluid began to drip from his canine teeth and onto his shirtless clavicle; holding the magical wound on his chest with a palm as to ease the strain.
"Want to….Grab….Pizza?"
Never one to jest, but this seemed like as appropriate as a time. His pheromones failing him to the point of rebounding, he didn't care. Might as well if either of them decided to fall onto the ebony floor like a dead fish and flounder in a pool of their own failure.
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