KoV Round 1: Portrait vs Talon

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The morning glimmer of the rays of sun embraced the new morn as their light lushly covered the mountain peaks. Its iridescent rays illuminated the valley below. A light breeze brushed against Laura’s forehead as she sat comfortably upon the slightly damp green grass whose blades brushed up against her bare thighs. The icy breeze that had come with the eclipse of the sun slowly faded as the light beams of heat slowly crept up over the mountain peaks and cast its light into the dell, eventually falling upon the young girls figure. Her presence was a lonely one as her only company was that of flocking birds making their home in the trees.

She remained motionless in the wind like a newly carved statue being examined by the sun. Her eyes remained shut as her hands were folded in her lap. She needed to concentrate to regain a grip on herself and above all else she needed to control her emotions. She failed in her past and now looking toward a future…possibly brighter one, she wanted to get a few of her past demons out of the way; and she had many of them. The demons plagued her past and tormented her soul to this day and she needed to extinguish them before she could move on with her life.   Ever since the Skrull invasion and her replacement she had been having these visions…No nightmares. Of blood, pain and hate. Of darkness that cast its shadow like a hand over a poor helpless defenseless world.

“What does this mean?” Her thoughts rung in her own mind like the resounding bells of the Cistine Chapel. But her peace of mind was instantly shattered at a surge of pain; as if lighting just pierced her veins. Her muscles bulged as she fell face forward on the ground. Her nails dug into the soil as a cloud blocked out the shimmering rays of sunlight. Laura slowly began to regain her composure taking in deep breaths as she staggered to her feet wiping the dirt from her hands. Her midnight blue locks fell over her shoulders as her eyes glanced around curiously though she noticed nothing, not even a shifting shadow.

With this as her alarm system she walked clumsily away like a small child nonchalant and with little attention to what was around her, and of course: She didn’t look back. “Laura…” her body froze; her heart raced as she remained still and motionless. That voice, she knew that voice, and it struck fear into her very heart. Gathering her strength she eventually spun on her heel instantly unleashing her Claws to face whatever it was behind her. Her brows raised in inquisitiveness as she saw nothing except for a mysterious fog that began rolling in. The emerald eyes assassin was not one to be so easily intimidated and so she turned and began walking at a swifter pace. Her bare feet grazed against the now icy grass, which felt like blades slicing against her feet.

As she began to make her way into the forest she heard it again: High pitched like a bird, yet in a hissing manor like a viper. Her name was now continuously being called. Slowly her hands began to wrap around into a fist as she glanced over her shoulder. The fog had now completely engulfed the valley and the dim grey light from the blocked out sun caused eerie shadows to dance upon the darkness. Turning herself around so as to face the uncertain danger she slowly unleashed her claws. Her two twin blades followed a smooth entrance as they simultaneously slithered into position. Ready and poised she heard the snapping of twigs now behind her. This was disconcerting. Spinning into the direction facing the forest before her, she pointed her claws. It was days like these she desired to be able to speak.

But now with her back to the creeping mist she was unable to see a figure slowly form out of it, gathering up the shadows of the wood as if to fuel its hunger. At first it was a large hulking mass of smoke, formless but as it slowly approached Laura with its fumes like grasping hands, the silhouette of a young woman became visible. Her hair as dark as midnight and her clothes were that of the fumes and swirls of smoke that hurled around her. And her eyes;, the silver tone eyes of a witch. The young Lycan still utterly unaware of what was going on behind her took a step back. And as she did her foot fell into the reach of the miasma that had been grasping so desperately for her. A dim blue glow now started to resonate from Laura’s hand as she prepared herself to run but as she was about to the light was snuffed out as hands formed by the fog were places over her mouth….

A grave scene, statues like bugs littering the courtyard. The sky was red like the foreshadowing of a war. The ground was cold and icy and no wind blew, in truth the atmosphere felt as if there was no air at all. Laura’s frozen body broke into movement as her fist was relinquished, while she turned around. Like a disorientated animal removed from one home and placed into the next, her breathing was heavy like that of a horse that had been running for days. All together Laura felt as if she had been missing for years and only now reintegrated herself into her own existence. Her clothing was also altered from a casual jeans and shirt to her vibranium mixed suit that clasped to her like a second skin. As her eyes searched for any sign of life, any signof familiarity she noticed something painfully familiar: Darkchild’s Grave.

Her heart raced as sweat droplets began to slide down the side of her face. The tips of her fingers could not find peace as they fidgeted continuously. Without thought she found herself drawn to it, like the opposite end of a magnet.   Visions flashed before her eyes, her capture, their first kiss, his death as hero, the search she remembered…everything. As her feet dragged upon the ground she found herself now looking over the coffin as she slid her hand slowly against it. The stone etching of his face was faded but still distinguishable. Suddenly tears began to build up in her eyes but she swallowed them back. “I do not love you….anymore.” she thought to herself as a vision of the newly renounced Star Spangled Banner hero, War Killer took grasp of her thoughts.

Shaking her head violently she formed a fist and slammed into the stone out of anger. “You miss him don’t you?” There it was again, that voice. Like the temptress so sweet to the first one who hears her but like the sting of a viper to those who follow its commands. “You wish dearly to do it over again don’t you?” The tone was now getting more audible. It was no longer a whisper in the wind, it was the voice from beyond. “To love him over and over again.” Talons emerald orbs had remained closed for the time being but now she had, had enough of these games. The motion was so swift yet came so simply, she had trained with this weapon; it was time she used it. Her jade eyes were opened now electrifying blue as her right fist was clenched. Spinning on her heel like a tornado she pointed them toward the figure and unleashed her claws, which like a cannon unleashed a bolt of blue fire mixed with lightinng.

It coursed through the air and once it came in contact with the stone wall, pieces of brick went flying everywhere as the dust of the ground was unsettled. The young girls breathing had now turned into a feral gasping of air as she stood more like staggeredto her feet. Her right hand hung loosely on her body as if it had gone limp. Yet from all the dust the same silhouette emerged as her voice rung out “Well done little Laura, am I suppose to be impressed?”   Her words were like daggers but the magician’s daughter refused to let it get to her. “The KOV has been resurrected, Lord Darkchild is in command, and he desires your presence.”

A look of disgust filled Laura’s eyes as she shook her head blatantly and turned to walk away. Yet as she did the female was once again standing before her and this time reached for her wrist. Laura’s eyes stared astonished at her counterpart that apparently had her own Ideas “I do not think you understand….you are going whether you like it or not.” Talon wanted to pull away but the icy grip that X-23 had placed on her wrist was irremovable. Pain surged through her body as young Laura was brought to her knees letting out silent screams and cries. Tears swelled in her eyes as her body felt as if it was being burnt or thrown into a boiling pit of lava. Her eye shut as darkness made its home in her mind.

Her eyes flickered as light flooded into them. Letting out a silent moan of pain she slowly sat up as her hands rested upon an icy floor. Her hair hung over her face as her disorientated mind attempted to grasp ]the situation. Staggering to her feet she fell on her face as her foot slid, unable to anchor. Her face was flat against an icy surface as she slowly pushed herself upward with the palms of her hands. Looking down at the floor she gasped at her reflection, for she could see it. Now getting to her feet as she unleashed her foot claws to anchor her, she turned around to find her face against what appeared to be an icy wall. Gazing intently at it she could not take her eyes off the reflection of herself. The reason she was staring was simple, her emerald eyes, they were gone.

All that remained was silver moon lit eyes that appeared like that of an animal. Her dry lips parted as a scent entered her nostrils; someone else was there. Leaning her head against the wall with her fist she let out a sigh “I shall fight….”. She mouthed the words but no sound escaped past her lips. Looking at her reflection once more, at her midnight blue Vibranium uniform of earth 529, she knew X-23 was playing a game and she would have to play along…no, Darkchild was playing a game and right now she was a mere pawn. Her anger for the child of darkness boiled high and she was determined to make him regret bringing her here like a misguided anima! “Fight!” the hissing sound. She froze once again until it hit her. X-23 wasn’t gone…she was back inside her. That’s why Laura’s eyes were different; that’s why this was possible. X-23 had once again lodged itself within her soul for whatever reason she would have to wait and see.

Shaking this off she turned her attention to her opponent who in truth she did know: Portrait they were once members of Wolf Pack together but never interacted, which was probably a good thing. Laura would have hated to kill someone she knew.  She wasn’t just part of this thing to be part of it, she was going to be part of it to win, and if she had learned anything she knew in order to win she would have to be determined: she wanted to win. Making her way to the center of the icy battle field she could hear cracks with each step she took. Swallowing deeply she knew this whole place was unstable and she knew that she was going to have to take out this female fatal in order to continue onward. Simultaneously both Talons unleashed echoing loudly off the icy cavern walls. Laura’s moon lit eyes glared at her opponent as she let a sigh escape her “let the battle begin”. 

   
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Talon was not someone to be intimidated by her surroundings and though each step upon the ice was like stepping on daggers she did her best to ignore it. Her feet measurably gained ground with each step. Still she had to pace each step, it was either that or falling once more on her face, and she could not afford that mistake. The only way she was able to conquer this slippery floor was with slow calculated steps. Her highly tipped hearing picked up every sound made on the ice. And every sound the ice made caused her heart to skip a beat. This battle arena needed just one crack in the ice, one crack and both Talon and her opponent would freeze to death in icy cold water below.

Portrait, a diligent and gifted individual was much older than her appearance revealed. She had joined the Ranks of Wolf Pack before Laura had left. Though communication was never shared between them Laura knew that this girl had skill, she must have had in order for William Greystoke to allow her to join his team. From the female’s name Laura guessed that her powers had to do with paint. In the past she had noticed many a nights when returning from numerous missions that Portrait would be up reading, either it was a hobby or somehow fueled her ability he didn’t exactly know. Nevertheless she would not underestimate her opponent, never! It was something she hated doing.

The deadly artist now approached Laura carefully as she noticed her rival held something in her hand. Light beams instantly began to shoot upon the Ice. As they reflected upon the walls something began to materialize. Laura’s eyes focused upon the beams of light as ice skates seemed to appear. The young Lycans brow raised in curiosity as a light smile appeared on her frozen blue lips. Materialization out of light or whatever it was; was an interesting thing. Though she might not have known how Portrait was able to do this she watched her curiosity peeked. In truth the girl was creative, she liked that. "I dedicate this fight to Ithaqua, the Wind-Walker, who actually LIKES the cold." Portrait exclaimed no doubt disliking as much as Laura. The young girl’s silver eyes observed her opponent as she noticed that like her the cold was starting to settle in.

This battle would have to conclude swiftly or else both these vixens would be frozen sculptures in Darkchilds gallery…because he probably had one. Out of nowhere her adversary called out "Gah, I'm getting cold feet...literally, they're freezing! You cold too? Let's fight then shall we? Nothing personal, but I'm on thin ice with the Great Old Ones. Apparently my attitude over the years snowballed, and I'm on a slippery slope. I don't think we need to break the ice with introductions? Good, then let's have a snowball fight!"  A slight smirk curled upon the youth’s lips, she took it that Portrait used humor to mask her urgency and Laura could feel it. This battle would end swiftly but she left it up to her opponent to make the first move.

"Well, I sure hope the judges give this performance a ten out of ten! New category: Fighting on figure skates!"   With those words the placid painter sped toward her, obviously she had previous training in the art of figure skating, for she was far superior than Talon in that department. Laura watched as she performed precise and calculated movements. Swiftly Portrait skid to Laura’s right and then followed that with a binary axel kick. Because she was on ice everything felt as if it was in fast forward Portraits movements, her attack that would any second attempt to literally decapitate the young assassin. Due Laura only relying on her bare feet and lacking the ability of summoning ice skates Laura’s movements had to be slow or else she would utterly fail and might as well call this match a done deal.

As the blade of the skate cut through air toward Laura’s she was caught off guard and this inevitably caused her to slip. She fell with more force than anticipated due to the tip of the blade managing to slice itself against her cheek deeply. The crimson droplets of blood that now sprayed from her face stained the icy as it began to forge the floor for this long and exerting battle that laid head. A stinging sensation was felt as Talon could sense the cold suddenly seep into her would, freezing the blood in its place, clotting the wound causing its healing to be a long and slow process.

As the sheer might of her back slammed into the arctic ice she could feel her lower bones crack due to the large amount of strain that was placed on her spinal cord. Her teeth clenched as she shut her eyes a moment attempting to block out or at least ignore the pain she was now enduring. She knew time was of the essence and as she watched her opponent coming in for another attack she had to figure out how to use this thin ice to her advantage without it taking advantage of her. Sliding the palm of her hand feeling the cold slowly seep into it she looked for an opportunity to escape. Glancing around a moment as she took in the appearance of walls and distance of the ceiling she had an Idea.

Staggering to her feet, instead of a head on attack which was something she always did in any battle. She decided to be creative and let nature defeat her opponent. With her back turned to the articulate artist she pushed herself forward with her feet performing a front flip and in mid air as her twin claws unleashed, echoing in the icy chambers. As they did she could hear the cracking of the ice above as small pieces of stalactites dropped like rain upon a wind screen. On landing her claws were aiming for the icy floor. She used that to anchor herself. For if she used the palm of her hands they would surely slip and cause her to fall flat on her face.  A lot of strain was placed on her hands as here talons seeped into the cold thick ice.   Instead of stopping after the forward flip she proceeded to make a back flip and used her foot claws in the same manner as she used the ones lodged in her knuckles.

Though by now her hands were screaming for her to stop, she finished by making one more back flip. Choosing to land on her feet she found herself now sliding toward the colossal tower of ice that laid before her.  As she was about to come into a cold collision, she unleashed her twin blades hacking them into the ice. With both hand and foot daggers unleashed she started to swiftly scale the wall with great precision. Before her, only several feet above hanging from the ceiling was a long extended stalactite. Her eyes focused on Portrait’s figure down below she had to do it and do it quickly. So not having a second thought she removed her claws from the wall and leaped forward.

Her hands were outstretched and elbows crossed over so when she was just inches away from the ice blade she pulled her arms back, and as she did her four claws sliced against the ice blade on both sides severing its attachment to the ceiling. With that she locked herself upon the falling stalactite excepting an icy and painful crash. This ice beam was not meant to crash upon Portrait, indeed if it did that would have been fine but she was sick and tired of slipping around, it was time to break the ice with her opponent: literally. Just before the icy dagger came in contact with the smooth surfaced floor Laura preformed dive with all her strength. Focusing on her legs to propel her forward with as much force as possible, she needed the distance.

As her knees skidded against the ground she could feel the sting like a knife being shot through them as they came in contact with the ground. She then turned to look upon the damage that the ice knife would cause on contact and prepared for the worst. Shreds of icy blades would no doubt be sent flying as both the ground and the monolithic stalactite would soon be shattered. Her hopes were that it would crash through the ice entirely; severing the once smooth sturdy surface and breaking it into floating isle of ice. Hopefully this would not only break the ice between these two opponents but make this fight a whole lot more of a challenge and push both the paintress and the assassin to their limits…at least if they didn’t freeze to death first.

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Up to this point the battle between these two females was one of little words. As the tip of the icicle smashed into the floor; sending pieces of razor sharp blades through the air it shattered the silence as violently as it did itself. Laura’s body instantly turned so her back was facing the arctic explosion. So no vital points were impaled. It felt as if she had fallen backward into a thorny rose bush while each pieces of ice rammed itself into her back: penetrating through the skin. Laura dug her teeth into her frozen lip and shut her eyes pretending that she wasn’t here, that she was on a beach and the pain was from the heat of sun burn on her back…oh how she wished that was so.

Her silver eyes shot open as the pain ran through her veins like the blood that was now seeping from her back. The only disadvantage was now she had to deal with blades stuck in her flipside and there was no way that they would melt not in this cold. Running her hands through her hair she staggered to her feet, looking toward where the stalactite had landed in astonishment. For a moment there was nothing except sweet releasing silence. Had her plan not worked? Was the ice really that thick? But all her doubts were snuffed out like a candle in the wind when she heard something that sounded like the snapping of a forest. Instantly the ground began to give way as cracks littered the ground. Laura’s eyes danced around as she followed each one as they sliced through the icy floor.

With a thud her body fell to its knees as the floor broke and cold freezing water splashed on her pale face. The small ice berg now found itself in a hurricane of uncertainty. Laura swiftly unleashed her claws digging them deeply into the ice. Just as she did she found her body sliding toward the edge and though she was apparently anchored her legs slid violently off the rim. The structure of ice was now about 6 feet in diameter with uneven edges that were just asking to slice against her skin. As her feet were exposed to the cold water, a burnings sensation was felt causing her to pull herself fully upon the ice berg and curl her legs together.

But the ride was not over yet, as Laura’s mouth dropped while she instantly notice a wave of the water that had been the aftershock of the impact she had caused. If that water was to hit her the might would push the blades of ice in her back deeper endangering her spinal cord. The wave was approaching her position and her whole world now had entered into slow motion. Retracting her claws she stood upon her minute place of sturdy structure as she faced the wave fully ready for impact. The force of the water caused Laura’s small island to be pushed toward the wall which would ultimately lead to a smashing collision.

When her icy atoll was about to ram into the wall and shatter Laura faced the wave with her hands clenched. When the moment of her platform rear-ended the wall she leaped toward the wave. With seconds before the cold wet impact, she straighten her body to perform a dive as she pointed her fist ahead unleashing her twin talons, hoping that the speed of her jump and the precision of her hands would allow her the ability of cutting through the water. Like crashing through glass the sound of impact rung through her ears. The icy liquid splashed on her face as her body cut through the wave, fighting against the sheer force of it.

On feeling the arctic air hit her face her eyes shot open. Performing a flip she rolled upon the ice on impact and stopped by letting loose her foot claws, grounding her to a halt. Crouching with her right leg knee down on the ice and her other leg bent she rested the tips of her fingers on the ice. For those moments she contained herself gathering her strength and balance. As her eyes wondered she saw the artist had survived. She would have hated Portrait to simply die cause of a simple splash. "Hey Talon, that was cold of you. You're not giving me the cold shoulder, are you?” The once emerald eyes assassin shrugged sarcastically with a faded smile curled upon her tinted blue lips.

Due to the climate of the arena the wave a few moments after crashing into the wall froze on impact leaving their battle field smaller than what they started with. She watched as the once spiked woman curled her fingers off the blade that no doubt was the reasons for her still being alive. "Anyway, just one icicle? That's half-icing it. You want to bring the whole roof down." The young girl’s brow rose in curiosity at her words, but alas she knew what Portrait meant. By now due to the substantial strain upon her healing factor it was no surprise that her body had started to become numb. The cold was not something Laura liked and right now her body was starting to freeze meaning her movements would be delayed.

She watched as the deadly artist placed both fingers in front of her mouth and with that she unleashed a high pitched whistle. The pricing noise sent Laura’s head twirling into disorientation as she found herself falling to her knees with her hands over her ears. The noise was death-like and because Laura was a Lycan the noise was a hundred times louder and higher. Yet bringing the assassin to her knees was not the only things this mere racket made. Seconds later as the sound continued to ricocheting against the walls it, caused the whole vicinity to quake. Talon now one hand removed from her ear was still recovering from the sound and if that was not bad enough she had to regain her motor skills and heat her body up: She needed to fight.

Instantly she rolled to her right avoiding a sharp piece of ice that shattered upon hitting the ground. This forced her body to roll closer to the edge and closer to the water. As she was sliding to her sudden cold death she dug her claws into the ground cutting through the arctic floor as she hung on for dear life close to the edge. The ceiling continued to give way as more hazardous ornaments made their home upon the ground, some also splashing into the water. This of course caused splatters of ice cold water to fall upon the talented assassin. Time was running short and Laura didn’t need dawdle with these pitiful games, she was getting angry.

As hail continued to rain down Laura did her best to not be impaled by any of the falling shrapnel. She noticed beyond, Portrait stood with a secure look on her face. Of course being directly under the hole from the point of where the colossal icicle fell, she didn’t suspect much to happen above her: And that would be her downfall because it was not above, but below she needed to worry about. Staggering to her feet a smug little grin appeared on the assassin’s letting out a deep sigh. With that she charged toward her rival dodging falling stalactites and avoiding protruding stalagmites. It appeared at the time as if she was second thinking her “keeping distance from the opponent”.

Now several feet away and gasping for breath, she slid and slithered upon the ice retaining her balance as best as she could. She must have looked like an infant taking its first steps. As her eyes focused upon Portraits figure she raised her fist upward in front of her face. As she did this the unleashing of her claws took place in both hands and feet while she drove them into the large ice isle that both her adversary and she were standing upon. Yet as she drove her claws into the solid below she began pushing her hands deeper and deeper: she wanted to crack it. Realizing that even if she summoned all the strength in her she would not be able to shatter this large structure, she began to call upon something more powerful than her. It started with a sapphire glow and followed with heat resonating from her hand, she had called upon Gemini.

 Steam started to produce from her location as it filled the atmosphere causing vision to blur. She finally heard the sweet sound of the ice cracking but she didn’t stop there. Her hands continued to melt the ice, continued to create a mist that settled in arena. Now two things would happen. First of all the stable land would crack once again braking into smaller parts. She knew her opponent better than that, despite the lack of communication during Wolf Pack she knew Portrait was capable of getting out of some of the tightest situations, situations in which there was no hope of escape.

The steam that had came from her hands now fogged up the place, causing Laura and no doubt Portrait to only see three or four feet in front of them. Knowing that this unexpected gift would not last long she used her nose and eyes to detect her challengers body heat locating her presence. Hearing the ice crack beneath her feet Laura dug her foot claws into base of ice as the place from where she was standing broke off from where Portrait was. A low growl resonated from her throat as she focused her eyes on where all the body heat was resonating from. Her fists were clenched and elbows tightened as she dashed forward jumping over the gap of water. Her hands were aimed for the ground as she performed a rolling jump toward her opponent. Around her the ice continued to break. It seemed she set of a reaction that she did not anticipated; she needed to act now before Portrait might drown.

Laura was many things, a killer and murder but she didn’t want this female to die at least not by simple means of water. Her attack would be forward, she needed the movement. Her joints were literally locking up and if she didn’t heat up her body: limps would start snapping off like a dead branch from a tree. Charging toward Portrait she aimed her right hand to slice upon foe’s upper right shoulder down to her thigh. This was in an attempt to get the artist blood running and inevitably to get her scent into Talon’s nostrils. For once she inhaled the smell of her opponents blood she would be able to use her sense of smell other than sight more faithfully.

After that she would use the ice to her advantage and use the motion of her previous attack to propel herself backward. With the gained momentum she would; facing Portrait, commence in an attack resembling an ax kick. She would raise her right foot as high as it could go and use her unleashed foot claw. Then when bringing it down she would turn one eighty degrees facing the opposite direction and twist her foot, so now the blade would be pointing down. This was aimed so that she could stab her rival in the upper chest area focusing either on the lungs or even the heart if she was lucky. With that she would, on her left leg bend down, while retaining her right leg in the air.

This would aid her by giving the thrust necessary to leap upward turning the remaining 180 degrees to once again face Portrait. As her body would turn her right leg still in the air would twist also. On facing the mysterious artist once more she would, while going to turn again in full circle slice across her antagonist’s chest. And once this tactic was completed she would spur herself forward and finally making her spinning come to an end she would fall on her knees; her arms crossed, claws unleashed waiting for the mist to settle, and to see which attack the illustrious Portrait was able to defend. More importantly preparing herself for whatever this toxic coater would dish out next.

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Charging toward Portrait she violently unleashed her talons in her right hand. She then brought it in a diagonal slant in hopes to cut more than one major location. Yet as she did Portrait swiftly and with great balance; bewildering Talon, shifted to her right. On this icy floor it was virtually impossible for Talon to even attempt the same and so her first attack was out of place as her claws sliced down digging into the females shoulder. Blood spewed out only to freeze as it fell upon the cold ground. As Laura sliced into the frozen flesh it caused Laura to cringe slightly. It gave off a crunching sound while she did it. As her claws finally finished their dig upon her opponents body, missing everything she was hoping to get she didn’t hesitate to continue.

"What...what was that about? You...cold-cocked me."  She heard her rival say with tears building in her eyes. Laura’s brow raised for she didn’t think…at least she didn’t know Portrait was so emotional about such things. This was a battle like anything a battle and no emotional strings needed to be attached. As the ball of her foot balanced singularly upon the ice she used that to play the move she had rehearsed so many times in her mind. Given the unstableness of herself she didn’t want to go to far. As her momentum was gained like an ice skater she twirled while she did her other leg spun with her and on reaching the half point she unleashed her foot claw ready to slice into Portraits flesh once more. But instead the braking off flesh there was a shattering bell sound, as with full force Laura’s foot claws rammed not into blood and guts but into a metallic knife. This caused the silver eyed assassin to slide which meant she needed to alter her plan of attack so slightly.

 While her face was falling to the ground due to the lack of balance she dug her talons into the ice using that to balance her; as if she was doing a handstand. With that she then bent her back in the form of an arch as she dug her foot claws into the ice stabilizing her feet. Moments later her body managed to stand upright.The cold was now digging deeply into her shoulders as slide her claws down her arm. She needed to get her blood flowing. The quickest way to end this fight was having Laura’s blood veins freeze up and her basically die of lack of blood to the brain. Her moon lit eyes fell upon her icy adversary as she wondered to herself how long this battle was going to go on. Portrait in every way had shown she was creative and able to get out of hazardous situations.

"Hey Talon...this battle is getting really heated. I guess you could say I'm on fire". The assassins curiosity was suddenly instilled upon her as the projector that had once metalized the painters ice skates was now doing something else.  As she continued to watch smoke started seeping out of it, like it was on fire. Before Laura’s eyes the smoke began to shape itself into that of a humanoid silhouette, it almost looked like…no that was impossible! A Jinni? Taking in a deep breath she steadied her feet upon the solid cubical of ice as her claws were unleashed as she faced the magical creature. She didn’t know what her opponent was trying to do but Laura might as well have been ready for anything.

The young Lycans hair dangled over her face as she brushed it behind her ear. And then like from an apocalyptic movie a pillar of fire reached from the small projector till it touched the ceiling. Laura didn’t move she didn’t even blink as she waited for something bad to happen. Then suddenly the ground started to become wet. Laura’s eyes diverted to the once solid rock of ice as she realized what was happening. The heat from that fire was now being retained, and melting this place to form a puddle. Fool! Portrait was a fool, how could she do that? Honestly did she except Talon and herself to fight underwater? Not second thinking herself she dashed toward her opponent leaping into the air as she spun to her side to unleash a swift kick with the ball of her foot in attempt to knock Portrait off balance and into the water, which was getting hotter by the second. This would only make the inevetable happen quicker for even if she missed Portrait would eventually find herself submerged underwater.

As Laura did this her own body was forced into the equal momentum as her figure splashed into the water. It was still cold yet not as bad as before. As Laura tried to get a grip of herself   her eyes searched frantically for Portrait. Laura's eyes searched the surrounding areas noticing remaining ice islands were now only a few feet in diameter and getting smaller. Taking a deep breath she ducked under the water and swiftly swam toward her rival. Laura’s eyes never shut for she might not have been a good ice skater, but when it came to swimming she had her share of odd moments. As her body dived deeper and deeper under, it ensured that at least her opponent would not be able to see her.

As Laura came to a stop she moved her hands in a motion so that it would not allow her to float unwillingly to the surface. Looking around all she could see was dim blue and no singe of the wall. Her body aimlessly floated and so she took the initiative and swam toward her opponent. When she was near enough she would grab for her assailants legs and start dragging the woman down as deep as she could go. If she was able to drag her down she would wildly stab her in the stomach before finally throwing her down and kicking her in her abdomen desiring to send her even deeper down. With that Laura would swiftly swim to the surface taking in a deep breathe before swimming toward the walls, which last she noticed had not been affected by the flames.

On nearing the wall she would then dig her claws into it like she had done previous and use that as her only stabilizing tool. She would then scale the icy mount and hook herself there with her eyes cast over the sea that would be before her. With that she would use the ability of Gemini which would resonate blue "fire like energy" from her hand. Hopefully if she was able to conjuring up the power at will, she would unleash her own pillar of fire toward the water, in that way heating this up a little bit more.  It wasn't much of an attack but it was the best she could do. Hopefully if all went as planned Portrait would meet a burning titanic end. 

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It was in this instance that Talon began to appreciate those who drowned in the Titanic, she became to have a better understanding of what they had to endure. Laura’s body was maintained under the water as she waved her hand sup and down. The Water was now a decent temperature, drastically warmer than the previous climate. This added Laura’s body by slowly heating it up, that was why Laura still remained near the surface, she knew that the deeper she swam the colder it would be, and the last thing this young girl needed was have her joints locking up again. The water drenched all her clothing she knew that the moment she surfaced that the cold would instantly rush in. Laura’s blue hair wildly floated in the semi zero gravity water, the young girl had a plan and she intended to make action in it.

In all of this thinking the young assassin had managed to lose sight of her opponent. Nothing to drastic had occurred so obviously Portrait like her was waiting. Laura eagerly started swimming as she dug into the water with her violently. Her eyes were wide opened as she briskly searched for her opponent. It was time this battle came to an ending, each move had been made by both opponent and adversary and now this little game of cat and mouse needed to end. Laura had wanted this battle over the moment it started. She didn’t enjoy fighting like a caged animal as if she was in some kind of sport. Yet this deceptive Portrait always came up with ways to evade her doom, she was skilled in the art of materialization and Laura had a funny feeling that she was not done witnessing that skill.

As her silver moon eyes searched the underwater arena Laura finally located her opponent. Swiftly the young Lycaness bust through the water until she was able to fully grab a hold of her slippery opponent. As her hands wrapped briskly around Portrait she noticed, that the girl was equipped with self contained underwater breathing apparatus. Around her feet and her mouth, along with a breathing tank, so drowning her was now currently out of the question. Nevertheless she continued swimming deeper and deeper not letting go, retaining an iron grip. She had a suspicion that this woman would eventually unleash some kind of attack on her but she didn’t care. She could tell that this action had not really startled her opponent she was many things but an idiot she wasn’t her Idea was crazy…that’s why she did it.

As she descended down, deeper into the now normal temperature water she finally released herself of Portrait. Using her gained momentum she formed a flip to add to the force of her kick aimed to knock out this female artist of doom. Yet the moment she took her eyes off the female was the moment of her largest mistake. For within seconds the tables were turned, it was now Portraits turn to grab her opponent. It all happened so swiftly, obviously the scuba gear the opponent had aided her in speed. Portraits hands grabbed Laura’s right wrist as the other worked on placing the mask; that had previously been on her face, on Talons. Laura found herself now ascending toward the surface, as her assailant was pushing her upward.

Directing her attention toward the mask over her face she was able to detect oxygen but another air born chemical substance. Her mind ran over the periodic table of elements a moment as she attempted to put together the pieces figuring out what other gasses would be in breathing tanks, until it hit her: Nitrogen. It was then that Laura could slowly feel disorientation seeping over her. It was then that she was forced to act. Using her one free hand she stretched back unleashing her claws, but not to stab her. As she used her flexibility she was able to detect the location of the oxygen tank and jab her claws into it. This would in effect, because Laura not to inhale as much of the air for it was now gushing from the hole she had created.

This would minimize the air getting into her blood stream but that wouldn’t mean that she would be totally clean of it but at least she’d have better chances of surviving. If she was able to brake free from the waters grasp Laura would attempt to jab her elbow into Portrait’s stomach and use her foot claw to slice across her legs as well in a slant going from the one knee to the other ankle. If she achieved this and managed to brake free she wouldn’t give her opponent time to think up a plan. This woman was dangerous and time was the last thing she needed. In the past she had shown that even for a few seconds by herself in uninterrupted thought she could conduct the most bizarre ways of attacks, which nevertheless were all lethal.

If she managed to break free from the water wanderer she was send a kick unleashing her sharp foot talons aiming toward her opponent’s midsection. With that she would use the water to recoil in a flip to gain some distance incase Portrait attempted another “jab and grab”. By now she’d assume that the nitrogen effects would have settled in meaning one of two things either; she’d be lacking in precision or dead…she obviously preferred the first one.  This would imply that any attacks from this point would be sloppy to a sense but she hoped that they’d still hit the mark. Using her distance to her advantage and the fact that she would have inserted a hole in Portraits breathing tanks she didn’t except the female to dive to deep.

With that she would grab her by the shoulders and swim to the nearest wall. The walls in the caverns were still iced and had a sharp exterior. She would attempt to force Portraits body into one of them in hopes that her back would begin to bleed. If Laura managed to create a large wound in an obscure location in the body she knew that this wonder woman wouldn’t be able to hide herself under the waters protection. This was a very primitive attack but until Laura had her full precision and focus gained she would have to resort to this. Any attack that required more center of attention would open her up to a venerability she didn’t intend to have in this battle. The only question was: Would her primitive moves work?

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As Portrait sped to the surface Laura found herself not breathing at all. She had already taken in way to much of the gas as it was, so she thought it would be best to withhold the luxury of breathing till to hit the surface. Her eyes remained shut the water brushed against her face. From her calculations the surface would be several feet away and the young Lycan needed air or else she’d lost consciousness. This brought her attack plans forward as she managed to break free from the femme fatal’s grip with great force. Her head was spinning in circles but she would not allow that to stop her. Briskly she unleashed her claws from her right hand as she attempted to stab it into Portraits body. The female had managed to swiftly recover from Laura’s break out and moved out of the way so that the assassins attack only skidded diagonally across the flesh.

As her claws sliced across the crystal clear water was stained with streaks of blood, like scarlet ribbons. With that Laura didn’t wait to   do anything else, her head ached like immensely and the air in her lungs was running out. Like a bolt of lightning her body dashed toward the surface. The dim blue eerie light from above got brighter as finally Laura’s small figure burst from the sea of once frozen ice. Her hair flashed forward as her body lunged upward before sinking back into the clear water. Now her body wading to keep her head above the water she deeply inhaled the fresh of clean pure air savoring every moment of it.  Now fully oxygenized Laura’s head spun in all directions trying to get a location for her opponent.

At first the young girl thought maybe she had drowned, but those thoughts were all cut down as she saw the female’s body emerge before her. With that the young lycan princess didn’t waste time as she began heating up her joints once more. Using the skills in swimming she was forced to lean during her time in the facility she managed to minimize the distance between them every second. Finally like ramming into a wall Talon rug her fingers into Portrait’s shoulders as she sped toward the wall that luckily was not too far off. Each slash of her legs brought her closer to her estimated collision with the wall, Portrait and herself. Finally the forceful halt occurred as Talon drove her opponents back into the wall pressing with all her force.

It was then that Laura was about to pull herself away and attempt to make another attack but her enemy was quicker than previously anticipated. Before Laura knew what was going on Portrait had wrapped her legs around the young girls waste tightening a deep painful grip. With that a 180 degree turn commissioned itself as the body of the young neutral with the sheer strength of her opponent spun around, so that the tables were turned and indeed it was Laura who had her back up against the wall. The painful icicle tips dug into her back as Laura dug her teeth into her lower lip drawing blood of her own.

With that Portrait managed to relinquish her grip upon Talon, as like a crocodile she slowly slithered into the water. Due to the amount of blood from both contestants that had seeped into the water; it now contained a murky maroon shade that like a virus started to spread out to the rest of the water. Cringing in pain Laura unleashed both hand claws and twisted her wrists to gain anchorage upon the wall. Unable to see what her opponent was doing due to the blood polluted water she stayed there a moment waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. Laura knew that no doubt the painter was waiting for her to make just the right move, to initiate her next attack.

Laura a mere pawn in her rival’s game thought she would do the crazy thing. Retrieving her claws her body dropped into the water as the dried blood started to peel off her back. Not even 5 seconds after her body had hit the water the poised attacker lashed out. She held a dagger tightly with her fingers firmly cupped around it. Laura dashed out of the way just in time to avoid the daggers deadly attempted delivery toward her skull. Yet she was unable to evade the attack entirely. A sting like that of a cobra shot through her body as the blade rammed through her right shoulder going straight through it and pinning her to the wall. The pain was severe as she attempted to wrap her hands around the hilt of the dagger. She didn’t know what it was exactly but the moment this thing broke through her flesh something was released from it.

Not waiting to analyze the situation Laura attempted her retaliation. She would using the wall as an aid push her two feet toward Portrait with their claws unleashed; not aiming at her stomach but both her thighs. This was an old trick she had pulled out of last time’s KOV. She remembered when she was paired up against Kurrent, how he focused on the main bleeding points. And so taking a page from the electrocutioner she would attempted to jab both foot claws into either of Portraits thighs. She hoped that this would hit a major artery in hopes this would slow down her rival greatly, since large amounts of blood loss was excepted. With that hopefully she would be able to brake the grasp of the dagger and Portrait and continue to scale the wall. After getting a decent height she would cut out a large piece of ice and dislodge it from the wall, in hopes it would fall on her opponent and do some damange. 

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The deep sting from the icy spikes that dug into her back caused Laura’s blood loss to rise drastically. The water was stained with that of her crimson liquid and now created a murky maroon shade to spread to other areas of the once crystal clear water. Due to Portraits little magic trick more than the water was heated up. In truth small stalactites started dropping from the ceiling and the water level was rising rapidly. This place was filling up, temperature would be the only thing averting this place from filling up like glass filled with ice. Yet even though it was not over heated, the ice was still melting and eventually both Talon and her opponent would find themselves back to back with the ceiling.

Snicket! That was the sound that shattered the water as her foot claws were unleashed. Simultaneously they both stabbed into Portraits thighs on cue. Laura didn’t let this small success cause her to gain confidence; she was only half way out of the frozen pond. More blood seeped to the surface causing the maroon shade to turn into a lush crimson. Laura could feel as her foot blades dug into the females legs. Yet as they did she noticed something. She was an assassin killing people at their arteries was something she could swiftly accomplish and over time she had gathered a knowledge of how it was suppose to feel once you stabbed in the location of the thighs, yet something was different with Portrait. It didn’t feel the same but right now the young girl didn’t have time to debate biology with her adversary.

With that she was able to dislodge herself from the burning dagger as the next thing she did was twist her wrist backward so they could dig her claws deeply into the ice. Not wasting time she started to scale the icy wall with great effort. The stab from the blade was getting infected, there was a bright red swelling, and whatever poison the thing was laced with it was pretty lethal. As the young Lycans right arm ached immensely Laura found herself just high enough to proceed with her second attack. Down below her rival was still dealing with her thighs and she didn’t give her a moment’s notice. Using her left hand with her other claws supporting her Laura dug out of the ice a polygon shaped iceberg. With one swift push she was able to sever it from the wall and cause it to plummet for Portrait.

Talon watched as the falling ice isle just missed her opponent but the force created in the water formed that of a whirl pool that kept her occupied. It was then that a sudden sting took Laura’s eyes off her opponent. Diverting them to her arm she was slightly astonished to noticed what looked like green toned veins stretching out toward her hand. She had a healing factor yes, but of late she had been placing a lot of stress upon and some of the previous gained wounds like that on her back was still healing. Right now Laura couldn’t afford her entire body ending up like her arm. If the poison was strong enough it could knock her out permanently and this battle would be over.

"That all you got? You couldn't kill a street-leveler with those moves." Not really caring about what her rival said at the moment her mind attempted to form some way of avoiding this ultimate fate. Though all her collaborative thoughts a single solution remained in the back of her mind. At first she marked it not as an option but as time grew shorter and the poison spread she was very much aware that this last resort needed to take place now! So unleashing the talons in her left hand she placed it underneath her armpit and shut her eyes a moment before she sliced off her arm. Her detached arm fell limp into the water gathering a strong reddish murky glow as it floated.

With out an explanation Laura was able to hear the cutting of air as her silver eyes shifted to find a silver tipped arrow flying toward her. She was able to detached that smell anywhere being a Lycan she had trained herself to try and overcome this weakness, but she never was able to. The thing was heading right toward her head, if this attack made it all the way she was ultimately done for. Not having a moments wait she relinquished her claws that were mounting her on the wall as the ice literally grated against her already wounded back, while she dropped a few feet just missing the missile of instant death. Taking in a deep breath she looked up at the weapon and then down at her opponent. The wall was now stained with that of her blood as more poured from her back. Gladly not much damage had been done to her spinal chord but the amount of blood loss was great enough for the young teen assassin to realize she was feeling light headed. She didn’t have an arm, her body was still disorientated from the nitrogen she had breathed in previously, her back all the flesh was practically ripped off, she was losing gallons of blood by the minuet so much her body could not recuperate fast enough...now all of this only meant one thing: It was time for one final attack.

Her motives were primitive her attacks would be continues she didn’t even wait to think this through she just did it. Grabbing the arrow that remained lodged above her she managed to stable herself on a skinny icy ledge that had caught her feet. Holding the thing in her left hand she looked at her naked shoulder before shutting her eyes as she rammed the back of the arrow into it. Cringing due to the pain it was then she cut out a circular piece of ice and dug her left hand claws into it to form that of a shield. With these two things in place the young magicians daughter leapt from the ledge aiming herself for her opponent. If any more arrows were aimed in the mean while between her body soaring in the air and hopefully crashing into Portrait she would be able to deflect them with her icy shield.

Her attack was this, she would aim to land upon Portrait. She would attempt to ram; on her bodies impact with the water, her shield into her opponents face. She had calculated the location of her other arm and while doing her first attack, she would use her back leg to snag her arm with its claw. With her first movement done she would aim to stab the arrow now pretending to be her right arm into Portraits lungs, and instead of pulling it out she would sever the attachment of it from her shoulder, so the thing would remain lodged and she wouldn't be the one to pull it out. If all went as planned she would once again for the second time ram her shield into the face of her opponent hopefully creating the much needed distance, but she wouldn’t stop there. As one final attack she would bring the leg that snagged her right arm up and her left hand would grasp it like a spear. Using the strength gathered in her left shoulder she would release her arm like that of a bullet leaving a gun and aim for it to stab Portrait in her upper chest area, her main target was her face.

This was obviously very risky, Laura only had one arm she couldn’t regenerate another. The bones in the arm were laced with vibranium but the flesh could easily be broken. Hopefully if she survived this battle she would be able to fish for her bones later and from there like a plant she prayed she would have enough time to grow it for the next battle. That was if she was able to get out of this one or at least survive. But one thing was certain Laura might have been badly wounded but she wasn't about to give up, she didn't give up.