Sector B [Operation Moon Massacre]

Deranged pervert? Yeah, that fit Belle's description. Pushover? Never. Her body may have changed, along with a bit of her mentality, but the actual being within this body didn't. All the experiences she had from years and years of service still fueled her every action, ranging from being a lone survivor to leading troops to massacre those that dared to defy Shadowfall's rule. Every strike from Belle was planned, every action was plotted, and every reaction by Aish herself was guessed upon as well, and she was correct. Everything went as she thought it would, except for one thing. The bird. The tentacle from above was planned to hit, while the others missed, but she really didn't think the bird could do that much other than appear fancy, considering the demon had rarely faced Iramasha and their familiars.

Though it's power was something that made her even scoff. For such a great and mystical being, this phoenix really was pathetic. A single tear, filled with the burning energy within, was not enough for a being the -dined- on the succulent aura of Neoveta herself. The overwhelming force that burst forth from Aish's body did do something, it alerted Belle just what the tear was supposed to do. To purge things from Aish, to overload her with energy to combat something. Luckily for her, neither Aish or Fawks had the raw spiritual energy to banish the tendril. It was simply crying tears over their tier gap at this point. The tendril, now free to do whatever it wanted, burrowed it's way deep into the core of Aish's being. This brought no pain, but a bit of fatigue as only a 15th of Aish's energy was forcibly ripped from her and given to Belle herself. Not very much, but enough to survive.

Now the next issue coming at her was this bird. With it's initial plan done, it soared over for an attack, one that would leave her pretty hurt if she just let her eyes be torn out. A simple solution to this was to counter the element of fire with something else, ice. Water would just be evaporated too quickly, while ice would be there for just enough to halt this phoenix while Belle moved away. With a flick of Belle's wrists and a leap backwards, the girl launched herself away from the flaming bird with a nice, large blast of ice. This wasn't a giant chunk of ice, no, he'd melt right through it. He needed to be pelted and slowed down, so the solution was to send a nice, thick barrage of 5 inch long, inch thick spikes flying forwards, a total of 30 in that one blast as the girl landed herself a fair distance away.

"I like animals, but uh, please keep that bird away from me. I'd happily put that screeching banshee in a cage before letting it get near me."

The bird had done something right, act as a distraction. Aish was easily happily to warp right behind her target and let loose her barrage. A powerful punch landing itself right into the back of Belle's head, followed by a round-house kick that sent her soaring deep into the steel walls. For Belle, this didn't even hurt that much. She was hoping that this big threat would have more behind their punches and kicks, more power, more -oomph-. Sure, her head was hurting and throbbing, but it was more like a headache than anything else at this point. With mastery not only with her Pain Endurance, but ability to survive blows to make it useful, the Iramasha would need to try a little harder than -that- to get through.

The next part of Aish's plan was entirely flawed. It ran off the assumption that Belle didn't have the focus nor ability to react to her. In one moment, the small body of the demon of lust was against the steel walls of the Vanguard's Moon base, the next, gone. The blast filled with pure Chaos energy had only managed to explode against an empty place as Aish left herself right open for a counter-attack. With how quickly Belle appeared behind the flaming beauty, it would almost seem that her Shadow Movement -doubled- what her Chaos warp was capable of. With Belle being in the prime position to launch another assault of her own, she went for a point-blank strike. The two remaining tendrils she could create were formed once more in the blink of an eye, and shot forth -right- to Aish's back just as quickly. If both of these were to hit, they'd have the same effect as the first tendril, burrowing their way into Aish's core and slowly draining her of the reserves within.

No need for more movement, Belle had all that she needed. The sheer spiritual presence to overpower Aish, the durable body to not only keep up with her assault, but survive it. And even the ability to outlast her in this fight. She could easily make it a war of attrition or a war of brute strength, but either way, she was confident she would succeed.

"Hurr Durrr I'm a cocky Iramasha girl, I suffered worse pain than the big war Grand Duchess who won wars by herself, hurr durr~! Oh please! And chill, you're gonna lose either way, so why do you want me to go all out at the start? That's just asking for me to be tired when the next guy comes around to stop me! Now, you might need to start going all out at this point. I dunno, do something. Do more damage, hit harder, your speed is pretty much useless if you can't back it up. Orrr you could take my offer and surrender~"

It was worth a shot.