Nemesis VS Henrex [ The Colosseum Of Madness Event]

Run, run, run. Even if the boy's rage screamed outwards that he wasn't going to run, that he wanted to fight her head-on, his body still turned away to push off, to zoom away from her in order to retreat. Even if it was to perform some plan that would benefit him, he was running from her, and that was the last thing he could do to someone who had a delicious trail of pure rage to follow. She already began to count the moment his body began to turn, time began to tick away as he zoomed off towards the forests, claws tearing through the foilage and trees planted in the way as a display of strength and might.

Though a display such as that brought no feeling to the being that was his foe. Once the ten second had passed, a powerful boom echoed throughout the arena, made just from the sound of Nemesis' feet cracking the pavement underneath and forming a large crater as she launched herself in the same direction that Henrex had taken. Her speed was amazing, almost as if it was boosted to levels beyond her normal limits, though there was a reason. This movement was based purely off of her strength, her ability to launch herself from a surface in a specific direction, so this wild dash was fueled by her own rage and strength, a force that was already multiplying with every passing moment.

There was one slight annoyance, an obstacle, trees torn down and left shattered in her path-

"Give me a challange."

The next sight that Henrex would see upon looking back was the 'barricade' he formed being broken through without a sweat, Nemesis body positioned as if she were sprinting towards him, feet digging deep into the ground and creating crater's with every step to launch herself further forwards with intense speed. Both arms were too her right, holding the metallic handle of her club as something made itself known, a reason for why those trees were just so easily torn through. Manifestations of rage were planted right on her back, the red essence all around her being shifted to form three sets of pinches reaching around from her back, the appearance most closely resembling the woman having six scythes curving around her back and slashing about independently. Debris of what was once a barricade was scattered along the ground from these weapons as she gave no quarter to the halfing before her.

With all this movement, surely she was bleeding out... right? False, there weren't even any wounds to bleed out from, her body in full, peak, physical condition due to the rage leaking off of the boy, being used against him in a way to heal herself. Those cuts and bruises along her body was finally healed as she took a single swing meant to cause and wreak havoc upon anyone who dared to face it. It wasn't a special strike, not one filled with magics or great intelligence, but rather, one with utter might. Both arms swung the weapon in a wide, powerful, horizontal arc from right to left, sharp spikes all along the weapon sailing near Henrex's body.

Now if he had no real way to defend against this strike or move away, the results would be disastrous. This wasn't the same Nemesis from before, her strength was massive now, and she wasn't holding anything back. This was a killing blow meant to tear through the male's body. Spikes would tear deep into flesh and bone, slicing apart the sinews of flesh that held his body together as sheer force and raw anger brought the weapon through whatever was in the way, either a weapon of person, nothing would be kept in whole as if it all went well, whatever was just cleaved through was now in two, a bloody pulp against the ground from the powerful swing and another less-pulpy mounds easily seen on the other side of the blunt weapon.

Wether or not this strike went through, Nemesis' body was still in motion, zooming forwards with incredibly strength as the six scythes reaching out from her back sliced about in a wild fashion, whipping and sailing through the air, cleaving and utterly rending whatever may have been caught in the way. From any stray rocks falling upon her to just anything gentle being around in general. These manifestations were meant to kill and murder, regardless of who was in control. So much strength, so much power, all from a single being supposedly filled absolute rage. Could she really control any of it, or was she simply a pawn to the strongest emotion even known?

Only time could tell, and Henrex had to respond quickly. There was no pause, no hesitation with any of these movements, and even if he had been healed with the eggs consumed, Nemesis was seeping off of his own rage to heal herself. With this single ability, she was already above him, she had the advantage since she was still fighting at full strength. So what would the halfing do? Accept defeat and realize he needed to train more, or continue to fight and attempt to finally overcome the threat that's been challenging him? Tick Tock Alice, time is ticking, and any hesitation will surely lead to a bloody, gruesome death.