[BitPR2] Extra Episode 8: Hot and Cold

[Dorizzit]

Isalda snarls as the wheel is sent towards her, and drops one of her pistols, allowing the construct to dissipate as that half of the cross dangles from the chain connecting it to the other. Whipping out a Seele Schneider, she uses it to either block or cut the wheel in half. With her other hand, she points the remaining pistol at and begins charging another shot. Bits of molten concrete land near or even on Isalda, but she does not flinch and ignores the attack entirely before firing off a concentrated lance of energy. This will not be easily dissipated or defended against like her previous attacks.

[strawberryman]

Like a puppeteer pulling the strings, Misaki flicks her hand upward and back, and the wheel follows the path, returning to her hand before Isalda potentially damages the odd weapon. Stopping the burning wind, she pirouettes away from the lance... but it still manages to graze her, a tear forming in the white pseudo-skin, now stained with red from blood around her ribcage.

However, with that injury, the heat only increases, the concrete at her feet even beginning to redden and bubble. The wheels at her hands spin as she shudders... not out of pain, or fear. Isalda might almost recognize it as one of pleasure, like she is receiving ecstasy from the sensation. The fiery 'voice' roars out even louder.

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Disappearing into hirenkyaku, the temperature suddenly goes to an almost volcanic state as Misaki is in front of Isalda, spinning and striking wildly with her wheels, while simultaneously firing orange bolts at erratic angles, fires starting with every impact, and any unwarded materials being instantly incinerated. Trailing behind the wheels is an aura of flame that hangs in the air like dust, except one thousand times more deadly. Around her arms burns the typical veins of blut arterie, but they quite literally burn, trails of light and heat reflecting off of them.

The area around Misaki... Well, there is a large difference between the heat of the sun, and of typical terrestrial magma, and it is closer to the magma... but it is hard to think of something hotter on earth than the woman in front of Isalda.

[Dorizzit]

Isalda begins to try to defend herself, but is quickly beaten down and overwhelmed by her superior opponent. Pulling away, she begins using Hirenkyaku to keep just out of reach.

Niky, I don't think I can beat her.
Of course you can't. She has Vollständig.
Then we should-
Absolutely not. She'll burn herself out soon. Stop holding back.
Yeah...yeah, okay.

Suddenly, Isalda spins on her heel and turns to face Misaki. A vicious glint appears in her eyes, matching a very unpleasant smile.

"Good news: paradigm shift."

Isalda explodes with power, waves of heat and fire blasting from her own body with enough intensity to match Misaki. Her Blut, as well, begins glowing almost blindingly bright. Heedless of her own defense, Isalda rushes forward, planting one fist into her opponent's gut before unleashing a rapid barrage of blows from her arms and legs, accepting counter-hits without even trying to block them.

[strawberryman]

There's no more words, only a dull, ever-building roar as Misaki too forgoes defense, trading blows with Isalda. The roar grows as she takes the punch to the gut, responding with a blow to Isalda's neck. A crack to her shoulder is given a punch in the lower left ribs in retort. Right abdomen, chin. Left clavicle, right clavicle. Punch, punch. Kick, kick.

Somewhere in the mess, Misaki's mask cracks, then shatters, her mouth uncovered. The response to the fight is... almost disturbing, repeating euphoric screams of more.

The temperature... if Isalda were not resistant or immune to the heat, she would have passed out. Or worse. In the steadily escalating heat, the floor begins to sink and almost boil, and the warehouse groans, threatening collapse. It may well do so, if Nikolina were not so thorough as to include the floor in her wards. With the concrete flooring steadily turning into a pool of magmatic goo, there is not much keeping it up.

And so, the titanic clash continues, almost without end. Misaki's screams escalating, the roar of heat and flame not even able to drown her out. The white fabric covering her body begins to burn away even as she trades blows, eyes closing and fading with each encroaching fiber. In time, she is almost nude, save for the half-helm covering the upper part of her face. The wheels burn away entirely.

In one final scream, she throws her last punch, the built-up energy exploding with such force and heat that it should rightly obliterate everything in that warehouse. And so, the helmet shatters, and she falls. Maybe Isalda would just let her fall into the molten concrete, and that would be the end of it.

[Dorizzit]

Isalda, too, grows in intensity and power as the fight goes on. Although her reaction to the battle isn't as sexual in nature, she, too, is clearly enjoying the pain and violence far more than is healthy.

The floors, although partially protected due to runoffs of the wall wards, are nowhere near sufficiently defended against the natural disaster occurring within the warehouse. Neither is the ceiling. Chunks of steel and wood rain down, only to melt or burn away to nothing in seconds before the blazing onslaught of the two combatants.

With the final blow the battle, Isalda is smashed into the ground, and the warehouse falls completely, the walls suffering too as their wards are disrupted. Isalda, for her part, rises to her feet on pure adrenaline before she begins to fall again. As she loses consciousness, however, Nikolina instantly steps in to take her sister's place. As she does so, some of the numerous injuries dotting their body begin to close, healing just barely enough to be noticeable.

Nikolina snaps her hands out to the sides, flash freezing the magma beneath her. Thinking quickly, she lashes out with a claw of ice that grabs Misaki as well and prevents her from falling into the lava. Whether or not it would have killed the Quincy is unknown, but Nikolina despises risks.

Laying Misaki down on the icy platform she has constructed, Nikolina looks down at herself and sighs.

"Of course. The same year Isalda learns how not to burn her own clothes off in a fight, she finds someone else to do it for her."

[strawberryman]

There in the claw of ice Misaki lies motionless and nude, save for slow, barely labored breaths. At least the clothing loss was even. Even now she is showing the signs of bruising and lacerations from the fight.

Nikolina may now recognize the tattoo on her bare back, quite a lovely cherry blossom tree. If she read into any of the rumors likely included in her file, supposedly it had something to do with the number of lives she took, and if so, she has quite an impressive tapestry.

((Not sure what more you have, so you can pretty much set the stage for whatever Nikolina would do from here. Given this was her first release, she will probably be out for a while.))

[Dorizzit]

Anticipating this as a possible end scenario, Nikolina made sure to schedule this session during a period when the district was almost completely abandoned. She had also arranged for a group of Quincy to arrive on the scene to assist. Unfortunately, they weren't due for another half hour. Nikolina takes note of the tattoo on Misaki's back, admiring the artwork for a moment before standing. The possible symbolism is not lost on her, but she isn't particularly interested, either.

Nikolina begins systematically cooling the lava down, ensuring that no more damage comes to the city as a result.

((We can call it here.))