Re: The Wolf of Wan Street

Mon Jul 03, 2017 11:02 pm

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Frustration. Something that Nemesis already felt boiling up within her gut. She may have seemed fairly calm on the outside, but there was always something to a berzerker. Rage, anger, hate. Just the fact that her strike was so easily blocked while she -still- suffered damage made her feel as if she shoule go a bit harder on the girl. Make it a bit more interesting, make it an actual fight if this wolf truly desired the demon's body as a plaything. Not yet, but soon she'd feel as if she could access the power contained within her, but for now, she got to watch a rather amusing spectacle.

A fearsome snowball that soon turned into steam from the speed it moved at. It was a bit amusing, as well as the girl's antics, but playtime was over. Rather than have a repeat of what happened before, Nemesis took a moment to stand completely still and motionless. Thinking of what to do, since if she stayed here, she'd be subject to a tackle like that again. But if she were to go somewhere else, somewhere that she had an advantage, like a crater that forced the two of them to remain close. To make it so speed was less important, that speed was simply just for hand to hand, while Nemesis could substitute it with brute force and wide swings. The demon rose her foot and began to stomp, and stomp, and stomp over and over, the ground shaking again and again as the snow that once blanketed the area was left to fly all over the place, multiple chunks of froze earth rising into the air all in close succession, each the size of a fully grown person, a total of about five in the same rough area. And just like that, Nemesis went to slam her good arm into each and every one of them in a row, needing to move rather quickly between each to accomplish this.

This led to Mirja needing to deal with five large rocks coming at her from different angles, through all still in front of her. This wasn't really to deal damage, but maybe wear her down a bit as Nemesis took this distraction and went to slide into the decently sized crater that she created. Ducking low to see if the wolf would even notice where she went thanks to the snow rushing about in all directions and rocks soaring towards her. If it worked, -great-, if it didn't, then it meant she had to come on down to this small pit that maybe had enough room to fit two buses cut in half side by side.

Hopefully that was a good enough answer for Mirja on if she wanted to continue.

Sat Aug 12, 2017 6:08 pm

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Nemesis, Mirja was quickly coming to realize, was much like she was way back before Caanan. Too focused on her strength, and not focused enough on the application of it. Mirja had changed so dramatically since then, but could still throw down arm-wrestling with the best of them. Which was what made her so dangerous. The strength of a raging Oxen and the precision of a Mosqito. And that was why she was so bad for Nemesis, because the girl wouldn't be able to get anywhere with that Mr Bliss style power fighting someone as skilled in martial prowess as Mirja.

There was still smarted, albiet misguided smarts as she seemed to smash into the ground to make a small pit for the two to fight in, as if trying to restrict Mirja's speed. The close quarters just made her worse, however. Such a small amount of space to manuver around, allowed Mirja to batter Nemesis from all sides while still remaining coherent to her. However, the first problem was the collection of rocks headibng her way. Taking a stable stance, she spawned her Tulpa arms and caught each oncoming rock at varying distances, so dthey didn't crash into each other and add to the velocity.

"I thank you for your gift, my dear, but I've already got a large rock collection, so you can have them back" She retorted, but then realized Nemesis had vanished. Sniffing the air, she smelled woman, and launched the rocks towards Nemesis in the pit, one after another before slipping down there herself for a bit of fun play time with the girl. She'd even get some run-time with her Tundra Lotus down. Wouldn't that be fun for little Nemesis? To be a fleshy genia pig for Mirja's combat.

Sat Aug 12, 2017 11:21 pm

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The 'hiding' Nemesis felt her body begin to shake. It wasn't of fear, but rather of tension building up within, her hands twitching, leg tapping against the ground harshly as her breathing got heavier and heavier. Something didn't feel right- no, something felt perfectly right, perfectly brilliant, something felt fucking amazing within her. The being that only communicated in stern words and faint grins was giving a cheshire grin, lips curled as far up as they could to reveal her toothy smile. It wasn't the smile that the insane wore, as this one was warranted. She was having fun, she was getting a thrill for once, she was getting a challenge that made the boiling rage and anger within her swell up until she felt ready to explode.

Eyes glanced upwards as she saw the rocks being launched up in the air to arc into the pit towards her. She saw it, but she couldn't move. Something was building up inside of her, this energy, this violence manifested inside of her was keeping her still. It was bubbling up, it was growing until-

Sun Aug 13, 2017 6:01 am

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Well this had turned out strange and different, and Mirja wasn't sure she liked either. Nemesis seemed to have exploded into super anger mode 3. Skipping mode one and two, and showing her how to go even further beyond. And here Mirja thought it was a fun match, but she had to go all out like this. The explosive wave that vaporised the rocks threatened to do her a great deal of damage, but then there was an interlocking wall of arms in front of it, fifty golden arms and fifty black arms, coming together to form a wall of tremendous protection. Despite that, many arms shattered when it was it by the wave, reduced to the last of four layers before simply becoming heavily cracked. Once the wave had dissapated, Mirja dispursed the arms and revealed herself.

It seemed that Nemesis was not the only one with new toys. Mirja had them for days. A pitch-black hollow mask sat on her face, covering her face and only revealing deep sulfer eyes. And Mirja arms had deplaidated immensely, the skin hanging off it and muscles danging from the holes, with blood vessels and bone easily visible. She had her Red Arms of Ruin and Hearts Kiai running, so she was pretty well packd in the power department. And then she sighed. She was having fun here but Nemesis forced her hand to be more, to finish it. The pressure she was giving out wasn't a play time pressure. Not, however, did it bother Mirja. She who had stood - sort of - in the presence of Stefan and Tsubasa, and then gone for a several month training session at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. She had not felt pressure crushing enough to bend her knee in quite a long time.

And then she moved. Hoping Byakuya wouldn't hate her too much for ripping off his Senka and making her own version of it, she struck within the window of a hummingbird's wings, using The Wolf Plants Death on Nemesis' spinal cord to hopefully bring the matter to a close.

Sun Sep 03, 2017 5:14 am

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Nemesis

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Funnily enough, Nemesis didn't skip any stages of anger, at least -her- stages of anger. This match was never a 'fun' one for Nemesis. It was one that ticked her off greatly with being called 'pet', with wanting to be 'kept'. Trying to play it off as just a simple dislike was far too difficult for her, hence why she was so keen on starting this whole scuffle. As the fight went on, she began to enjoy it more as a warrior, though not as a person. She liked the thrill, she liked being challenged, but she only bothered to go this far for a reason. It didn't mean she hated Mirja, it just meant she wanted to get her point across very clearly before they go back to calm conversations and interactions between the two.

Now wasn't the time for thoughts, hell, Nemesis could barely think at this point with how muddled her mind had become. The only thing she noticed was that there was a gust of wind, a quick movement made towards her, slipping right between her blades as Mirja planted something within her spinal cord... normally a deadly blow, something that would end many people, but she wasn't going to fall that easily. Then energy began to build, to form within her, beginning to perform a typically fatal move, but something -fun- would happen for Mirja. She would find herself quickly slashed at the second she completed the movement as Nemesis' entire body flashed a deep, dark red. The blade spinning wildly, attempting to saw -directly- through her midsection, a burning heat being emitted from the blades themselves as pure essence, pure rage coated the blades. Any defenses she had, passive or not, would be immediately challenged by a force that could -tear- through them with ease if they didn't match Nemesis' Strength. If there was no special defense, then there would be just that extra destructive, explosive power added to the saw.

The red flash was an important factor, since it meant she didn't flinch, nor falter a single step from the explosion that occurred within her back. It did go through still, spinal cord being shattered and ruptured with a decently sized hole, Nemesis' durability playing a large factor in her entire back being blown out. Shareds of bone dug deep into red, oozing flesh, dark red blood oozing out, almost like an ichor rather than something normal. It didn't... it didn't even -hurt-. A deep chuckle was heard from the being before Mirja, the red glow from the mask's eye sockets only growing brighter than before as an aura began to seep off of her form. Red wisps and transparent flames starting to surround her form. There was, however, an issue with the spinal cord injury, her legs were fairly useless at this point, forced to fall unto her knees, but that was fine! She didn't need her leg. Both of her hands pressed against the ground, lifting herself up in a handstand as claws erupted forth from her nails to dig into the ground, to give her more traction, to make it like she never lost mobility. The whirling blade was still thrashing about, swinging and trying to slice at Mirja a second time after the initial attack, but Nemesis wasn't done yet.

The crimson eyes kept their gaze right upon Mirja as the red aura surrounding Nemesis only grew brighter and brighter in coloration, more of her spiritual pressure being felt, more of this -hate- growing. It was hard to think that this was a bit friendlier just moments ago, but Nemesis still had no intentions of killing Mirja! Simply ending this fight the only way she knew how too.

The energy building within her only grew more and more powerful, as it seemed like she was charging up for something, but the whirling blade spinning and slashing about around her proved difficult for Mirja to attempt to land another strike, and the cool little trick would definitely have a lesser chance of being pulled off this time, now that her foe was aware of it. Just what would the wolf do now? They could try to wait it out, trying to wait until Nemesis bleeds out from the hole within her back... or they could try finishing her right where she stood.

"This... is nothing. Can you even fucking -kill- me properly, or are you gonna just keep poking and prancing around like a fucking moron?" Another deep chuckle came forth from the berzerker, obviously trying to taunt Mirja just a bit more... just a bit more. She needed just a -bit- more...

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Sun Oct 22, 2017 6:22 pm

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Unadulterated rage and anger. Pure vexation, the desire to destroy. It was something that this woman.. this -thing- was currently feeling. Nemesis was starting to lose herself to the point that she wasn't Nemesis anymore, as that was how her releases worked. She became more and more like a monster, rather than the woman she once was, and controlling it was difficult, it was extremely hard. It was something that at times took over, that would control her regardless of what she desires, though something seemed to be changing, both for better and for worse.

The words that Mirja said accomplished two things, calming her down at first, and then making her feel challenged, making her feel as if she were taunted. Her mind was deteriorating to the point that she took it as 'you're not strong enough to beat me'... and even to a fair amount of people who were fully sane, that was a frustrating thing to hear. It made the anger held deeply within Nemesis' heart flare outwards, translucent flames erupting forth similar to that of an aura, shining brighter and brighter around the beast as Mirja began to go into a release.

It was something that Nemesis didn't understand, or more properly, couldn't understand. Maybe if she weren't so caught in the moment, she could take a smarter approach than this, but right now? She was only outraged. She felt the powerful explosion of spiritual pressure, but didn't seem to falter, she didn't react as nature did, she only grew angrier, blades whirling out in defiance as they went to collid-

Each one shattered and broke, and it made Nemesis howl out in rage. Her heart was boiling with anger, and due to Mirja accessing one of her strongest forms, she might be able to sense a bit more about Nemesis, to understand just -what- she was doing. The source of power she was drawing from was obviously anger, and it kept building and building within, and over time, it would keep getting stronger and stronger. It overtook and mind and made her believe that she should keep fighting, that if she got angry enough, she could break through. Whether or not this was true was another story, but another factor played into why the blades just weakened to the point of shattering, rather than bouncing off. Mirja wasn't angry. She wasn't enthralled by the idea of fighting until both were maimed and needed dire medical attention. Mirja wasn't willing to keep poking, to see just how much more rage Nemesis' body could hold. She didn't want to fight anymore.

There was nothing more for the beast within Nemesis to draw from, and luckily for Mirja, she had caught her at a perfect moment. The Wolf God had caught Nemesis between accessing her next release, from losing only some of her mind to all of it. The gentle hug, the soothing grasp was -just- enough to call out to the rational mind still hidden within the berzerker, giving her just enough control to end it right then and there. All the frustration, the powerful bursts of energy, the shattered pieces of the blade.. it all disappeared, only revealing a tired, battered, and bruised Nemesis. Golden hair matted down to her form, sweat dripping off of her body as she didn't move. She didn't say a word, she simply remained still. Her mind was filled with a large assortment of thoughts and emotions.

A few things were solid facts in her mind. One was that it didn't -matter- if she was being taunted, if Mirja truly meant what she said. So -what- if she couldn't 'handle' more? If Nemesis really wanted to contest that, she'd have to throw away everything, and it just wasn't worth it. She had no -reason- too try and be the strongest. She let her pride and feelings get in the way of her thoughts, of her reasoning, and it almost cost her far more than just a few wounds. It may have cost her the ability to ever revert back to normal. The second thing was that.. Mirja was odd. She didn't care of the energy or the Godly energy she gave off, Nemesis was used to that. It was just the actions she took.. from wanting to make her a pet, to fighting her teasingly, to giving it all up and risking herself, to risking the fact that she could have pushed Nemesis to her next release and have them continue to fight. It was odd-

If the Wolf took a single glance into Nemesis' eyes, it would become clear why she got so defensive, why she reacted the way she did. There was a hint of fear in her eyes, not of Mirja herself, but of what was happening to her. The fear of being a pet to someone else again, the fear of being so self-absorbed that she'll risk her entire livelihood just to try and prove a point, that win or lose, meant -nothing- in the long run. She was afraid of becoming that -thing- that came out only once in her life.

Not a single word was uttered, all that was present was a scared, emotional demon that couldn't stay straight faced. She couldn't keep that iron will currently. This was... was one of the first times anyone hugged her with the intent to protect. The intent to ensure she was okay, not to try and trick her into being comfortable, not to hug her as if she were a doll to be played with. Just a hug. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sun Oct 22, 2017 6:57 pm

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Mirja was unsure exactly why Nemesis seemed to shatter, to lose her power and revert to the girl she was before. The Wolf God ensured that she supported Nemesis enough to make sure that her obliterated spine was not going to cause her to collapse. The Anti-Regeneration powers from Tundra Lotus were enough to prevent the spine from simply fixing itself, and effectively rendering her rather powerless unless she went too far into the dark place and moved from the sheer rage and determination that was powering her before. Mirja had never been that angry before. She could scarely imagine how it felt to be like that. But looking into her eyes, she could see a vague understanding of what could lead to such damage. Such tramua, and the need for such rage.

The screaming, crushing power that exploded from Mirja, suddenly drew back into her, like a vortex sucking back into herself until there was nothing left of the Vortex. Mirja dropped her powers, and just focused on Nemesis, hugging her and stroking her head, while supporting her so she didn't fall over. If it was just average battle damage, Mirja wouldn't be quite so worried, but with her spine devestated like that, she'd be going nowhere for a while. Mirja even gave Nemesis a soft humming for her while she comforted the girl.

"Sorry. I seem to have hurt you a great deal more than I should have. And, sort of also crushed my cabin. I've got a friend who can come help, but it might be a while before they arrive. Can you handle being carried to the nearest village? It's about sixty miles away, so shouldn't take more than a minute to get there. But if you can't handle that then I'll make you a classic snow den and salvage some blankets from my log cabin" Mirja spoke with a soft, warm voice to Nemesis, hoping the girl was of a mind where she could comprehend.

Wed Nov 15, 2017 5:00 pm

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A moment of rest and reprieve, silence shared among the two of them. It lasted for only a few moments, but it brought an immeasurable amount of comfort to the woman. This all was just... silly. To get this worked up over a fight that wasn't truly serious, that shouldn't have led to this much damage. Her body throbbed and ached from the wounds she withstood, but she could barely feel it.. which brought about the issue of her attempting to show she could move, by trying to pull away to take a few steps-

The woman immediately fell back unto Mirja, leaning against her with a groan of anguish. Her body remained still for a small amount of time, her form left to lay against this wolf and listen...

"I... can handle that."

The voice was helpful, it would ensure that her emotions would stay in check, though they seemed to remain negative. Disappointment. She had gotten so hurt, worked up enough to honestly consider doing real harm, and had broken someone's home over some stupid thing that never would have happened. She felt terrible, weak, as if she was just some muscle-headed freak. It hurt to dwell on this further, but at the current moment, it was all she was left with. She even broke apart this woman's home, and they were still being awfully cheerful about it all. To stay calm and caring after all of this, it was an odd experience.

"Are... you not mad?"