Sector C [Operation Moon Massacre]

Of course, why would a demon be after revenge? The thought of their own dying never mattered to them, it was all about personal gain and enjoyment. Even in a war to protect their homeland and the people within, many of their 'great' generals didn't mind slaughtering their own in the masses just so they could simply show off. I hate them. I hate them all.

Anger was seen welling up within the human, the very core of her being starting to react, starting to burn with a fiery passion that could only come forth from someone who truly hated these types of people. People who disregarded the very gift of life, all so they could have a bit more fun. 'Part of their nature'. What the hell was the difference between a demon and a hollow if that really was the case? Intelligence? Personality? Who fucking knew, but it definitely did disgust Elysia that there were things in this world that didn't do anything to make it a better place. Just ruin it. Brows began to furrow greatly, eyes narrowing against her target as she sailed forwards. Her resolution had been solidified for this fight, she would fight until the last drop was spilled, and then some.

When her strike finally landed, the ecstatic blur didn't smile or react in any way that showed she was proud of hitting the demon. Until he was either dead or retreating, her face would show the same look, the same focus on this very being, the same determination to pull through and stand victorious. Her eyes watched as she could tell one thing easily, he wasn't just flying. He was using something to keep him stable, hence the skidding. Something she didn't have, her only capabilities of flight involved darting around in the same area, making it a big drain of energy over time, something that she would need to remedy in the future. For now? She simply watched, seeing the creatures eyes turn towards her as blood dripped forth from their lip.

The small frame of silence was interrupted with the hollering and laughter of a sick and twisted being. Their eyes were forced to meet, and intents were given forth. Elysia was promised a world of pain and suffering, something she already lived in, while Masakaki could tell she had greater plans. Her goal wasn't to bring forth discomfort and retribution to the vile being, it was to do anything she could to drive him out. At all costs. Despite the intense glare being given off, Elysia could still hear the voice of someone off in the distance, someone who hadn't run. Good. Someone else was here to fight, someone else was here to actually help defend against this threat. Her eyes didn't wander to see who was speaking, but she was able to hear them, and able to hear the Hatter's response to them.

'Fun'. Let's see how much fun it is to get your ass kicked...

The Hatter was on the move, nearly disappearing from sight and moving at incredible speeds. No, Elysia wasn't trained to fighting those faster than her, she was experienced in fighting those that could blink and teleport around just as quickly. She couldn't see what he was doing, or where he was aiming, but she had enough common sense to try and defend herself. Arms were quickly brought upwards to protect herself, covering the majority of her chest while her face hide behind her fists, leading to a partial defense against Masakaki's actual strike. The blade scored a nice, red line along the human's arm, followed by a nice, clear stab to her back. Despite the accuracy of the strike, it's power was something else to be debated. The blade simply had the same effect as the slash against her arm, a small red dot in the place of where he thrusted. Elysia wasn't exactly the weakest thing around, her body's resistance against damage was something to be noted for a being of her current strength. Both of his normal, quick slices were only able to cut the first layer of flesh on a being, to bring about minor pain, essentially a paper-cut.

Though his ability with magic and actual strengths might cause a greater amount of pain and damage to Elysia, his initial test would reveal that she was durable for such a spry thing. Hell, she was actually tougher than she was faster, the bursts of light being her main way of moving about against quicker foes. It was Elysia's turn to react, and with noticing that she wasn't blasted to smithereens or engraved against the steel walls, Masakaki wasn't starting with his strongest yet. He wanted to enjoy this fight, to have fun, to simply mess around. Good, that would be his downfall. Elysia wasn't here to fun, but to end the conflict that was happening. With that in mind, it would be best to go all out and use as much force as possible.

Her body spun within the air, eyes focusing towards the Demon's body as her body began to tense. She was slowly falling, the gravity within the base slowly pulling her down. Even with this, her entire form seemed to be getting into a pose, right arm cocking backwards at hip-height, left arm being held forwards as an open palm was presented forth. Her legs seemed to be taking a pose for as if she were standing, left foot slightly forwards as her knees remained bent, muscles slowly preparing themselves as a sudden influx of energy burst forth within her, electrifying her body and launching it forwards. The movement was excessively quick, her body appearing to be a blur with the amount of speed added into her base as she zoomed forwards to appear before the demon, Right fist aiming to en lodge itself right underneath his chest and over his belly, to where the diaphragm would be. If the blow were to connect, the clenched fist would dig deep into the muscle, forcing all air out of his lungs through the strike as her Awake Spark activated, a powerful explosion of electric energy shooting forth, similar to her first strike against him.

Not a single word would be uttered forth, the more she talked, the more she amused him. That was the last thing she wanted right now.