Sector B [Operation Moon Massacre]

Useless.

So weak, so meaningless, such a waste of her time. Honestly, a grunt of the Shadowfall would have been more of an even match for Aish, but really? The Grand Duchess wasted her time with such a trifling scuffle, one that made her waste time on more important matters. Well, at least when the battle ended, she could destroy this area and claim it as her own. Every bit counted, and this was an entire section... probably needed a bit more defense, but hey, the Vanguard wasn't ever known for being wise. They challenged the powerful might of Shadowfall, that already showed just how idiotic this group of collective misfits were.

Something interesting did happen, a technique that Belle's never seen before. One that was a sacrifice of one's body for a goal. All of the energy within Aish had suddenly vanished, disappearing without a single trace- oh, no, it was still there. Just building, no longer within her internal pools, but rather manifesting within her very body. Something was happening, something that was interesting Belle all the more, to the point of where a smile formed upon such thin lips, coupled with her posture becoming all the more teasing with a hip thrust outwards. There wasn't much Aish could do that would bring that much harm, she was not only spiritually connected, but much more durable than those around her. Whatever big move let her use all of her energy at once with no build-up would certainly entertain her enough to -not- completely erase any fragment she had left of her.

The hug could have easily been avoided, they were connected through the tendril, letting Belle know just where she was heading. Despite this, there was no reason for her to try and run away, for she had a fair idea on what was going to happen. Some form of final attack, and Belle was confident enough in her abilities to survive it. With Aish's taunting words let out one last time, Belle responded in her own way. Her own hands reached upwards to grasp at Aish's own, tightly squeezing as her own devilish grin became all the more apparent.

"I'm afraid that your strongest doesn't even deserve my best effort. Fade away into the afterlife, you have no use here any longer. All this talk, but not enough show to truly entertain me... Despicable."

Not another word could be given out as Aish's attack was performed. Energy ruptured the flesh of this Iramasha, tearing through her very flesh to burst forth and to let such odd, beautiful flames consume all in it's path. The flames latched unto the very form of Belle and clung tightly, as the very destructive force of this explosion reached outwards, slamming against the steel walls of this base and even layering the floors to truly show just how wondrous of a explosion this was. The feelings Belle had now were a mix of pain and pleasure, the horrific pain of being singed alive was interlaced with the thrill of the fight, with the thought that even after all of this, she would shine brightly in the ashes of her foe. Her lips parted as a single scream was let out during this blase, flames covering her entire form as the nature of this scream seemed... mixed, not of pain or death, but not of true excitement. Perhaps just a faked scream to make Aish feel as if she had done something in her last few moments.

When the fiery blast finally subsided, flames dying out and dimming until they were no more, Belle still stood tall. Was it really going to be that easy? This was someone who had survived many wars, who had suffered grievous injuries, who had the destructive energies of Neoveta residing within her. A single Iramasha's weak attempt at a kamikaze attack wouldn't kill her, but it did definitely harm. Bits of flesh were torn away, large holes littering her body. From these holes oozed out her blood, her very life essence, and not a single inch of her body wasn't singed and burnt horribly. Despite the pain, and despite the sick feeling in her stomach, she had survived. Not a moment later had all that Aish tried to do began to revert.

Holes slowly sewn themselves shut as blood clotted, the burnt flesh even being restored back to what it appeared to be before the fight. Perfect and flawless. Coupled with the intense power Belle used, she was soon restored back to her full form. Sure, it took a -drastic- amount of energy to recover from such a blow, and without a source to drain from, it took even more... but she had one, Aish had lost, and the being was alive. A master in durability would always trump any move from someone adept in the arts of chaos. Maybe with a bit more training or power would Belle have suffered in a more permanent way from this, but now? She was holding herself at this point. Everything hurt but felt so wonderful, oh the -destruction- she would cause after this.

But first, those ashes. It didn't take a genius to remember the whole 'phoenix' aspect of Aish's being, so it didn't take a genius to guess that even if she was supposed to essentially be evaporated, ashes meant something. The ashes meant she could rebirth, as all phoenixes did in their lore, from the hottest flames. We couldn't have that, now could we? No, Belle still wanted a pet. What better than a pet than a fallen operative who worked for the Vanguard, even if for a short while? With a snap of her fingers, a small amount of her energy was used to create two things. The first was a simple gust of wind to gather every last piece of ash in the room, and the next was a jar made entirely of ice. This gust of wind put every last speck in the jar, and the top was soon closed. Normally, fire melts ice... but there was nothing to spark in there, only the freezing cold. Even if this was completely false and she was toying with the ashes of someone who was dead for good, it still would make a nice decoration! If Aish could recover through a way similar to how phoenixes revive, then she would find that this icy jar was -freezing-. To the point of where the moment any liquid touched it, it would freeze instantly. Such power came with a strong tie to Demon Magic.

With a nice, big, deep breath, the girl found herself holding unto the jar and simply waiting to see if anyone else would arrive. If not... well, there was havoc to be brought about!