Empty Inside (Caly/Santa)

Santa's eyes widened. Truth be told, it wasn't as if she had expected her sudden attack to work like a charm. She was ..... angry....pouting. And all the more, she knew she was outmatched, which made things ALL the more frustrating! Her body was heating up, almost feeling as if her blood were boiling as she launched herself at the woman!

And Calypso's footwork and technique were indeed flawless! Catching the limb and promptly locking it into a position where it could not move without damaging her own body, and even putting Calypso in a position where, if she wanted, she could manipulate Santa at will! After all, no matter how strong a person was, they usually instinctively moved their body along with motions that put their limbs at the limit of their range of motion! That was almost every individual's instinct!

Almost.

But most beings did not have abilities which thrived on self injury. Most beings did not break themselves actively in combat to make use of their own adaptive recovery. And Most beings did not have three thousand years of experience going precisely against those instincts that were built into almost every other sane animal. And most beings did not have the burning willpower that she had.

So when Calypso aimed to pin that arm into Santa's back, she didn't even stop. She TWISTED, wrenching her body in such a way that she turned to face her and grab the wrist that was locked onto her own, completely ignoring the pressure as there was a hot SNAP! As her collar bone snapped in half, and promptly punctured straight through the skin in her shoulder, DUCKING down so that that broken bone pointed directly at Calypso's face as it RAPIDLy regrew! Surging out in a sharpened point as it grew into a long blade of bone that Santa LURCHED her body to aim into the woman's own shoulder! All of this happened in a single fluid motion. It was grotesque, and incredibly self-damaging, but it was also very quick, and would potentially surprise even Calypso. Even as she had been ABOUT to start talking about counters, reactions, and expecting attacks. She herself was promptly launching an instinctive counter, one that quite frankly, from the unique nature of Santa's abilities, Calypso almost could NEVER have expected, simply by virtue of being so insane, unique, and likely not something she would have ever run into before. All whilst those ANGRY eyes burned at the human. Clearly much more upset than Calypso had reckoned.

Santa narrowed her eyes when Caly slid back and distanced herself from her, and she narrowed her eyes. Expecting an attack or some other means of retaliation, but rather, Calypso decided to.......warn her?

What?

Sheer confusion crossed her features and Santa furrowed her brows ever so slightly. "Friends? COMRADES?! We JUST met! And all I know is that you have some sort of ultrapowerful hollow living inside you who decided to punch me in the gut on her way out! WHY on earth would you think we had some sort of connection from.....what.... a TEN minute conversation and running around?" She asked, incredulity written across her face as she grimaced at the woman. An incredibly biased and hypocritical yell, of course. She had made friends FAR more quickly in the past, but she hadn't quite felt the same click that, apparently, Calypso had felt in their meeting. Her own pride clearly getting in the way of it.

Could she probably get along with Calypso? Most Certainly. Likely even. But as it were, things simply had not worked out. Santa felt challenged and her pride was injured. And so soon after her ......incident in america. She felt that same smothering helplessness. By a FAR smaller margin, but it was still incredibly present. And Hvit had been the primary trigger of it all. She felt small. Weak. And even if Calypso was not responsible for it, she was still the closest person for Santa to lash out at.

"You're fucking crazy." She waved her hand, the air behind her ripping open in a descorrer, one that she would back into, refusing to turn her back on the woman, before attempting to take her leave of the situation. To go back to hueco mundo, or possibly Nel's home, and to lick her proverbial wounds.