Soldier Like Me(Natasha/Uriel)

Each passing second Natasha witnessed this valiant warrior in his element, it became abundantly clear during their engagement, that victory would not be easily secure, perhaps not at all. She was a woman full of confidence, but she was not so foolish as to overestimate her own skill compared to that of another. Even so, was that not what she desired to reach? The elusive precipice of skill where she could truly lift her chest up with pride?

To overcome that indomitable mountain, to stand as an equal among her peers. The disadvantages no longer seemed to matter. As the battle progressed, Natasha felt a tinge of excitement dominate her frame. Light beads of sweat had descended across her lovely features, a free-flowing grin marking her lips as she witness this charismatic man seamlessly evading her gun shells.

Even one bullet against his frame could arguably be considered a victory for her---and yet, she seemed unsatisfied with such a thought. She wanted to land more than a single blow, to break free of these shackles - even if for a moment. To taste... the long forgotten fruit of joy found on the battlefield.

He remained elusive amidst the wave of spiritual bullets, weaving and dancing about, majestically soaring across the battlefield with flames being left in his wake. She had to remained mobile to the best of her ability, to evade him, catch him at unawares. Remaining immobile would only leave her at a disadvantage.

She wasn't particularly keen on taking another wave of punches on her frame. She swung her arms forward, causing the trajectory of the deadeye shells to pursue him from alternating angles.

Three to his left, three to his right. With Roxanne and Casanova in hand, Natasha focusing reishi around feet, buoyed her body backward to avoid him to the best of her ability. The advantage of speed clearly belonged to him, but perhaps she could keep her eyes peeled and hide behind diversions.

With that thought in mind, she used the temporary distance to form five holy arrows within the chamber of her Roxanne, compressing them into spirit bullets, firing them towards him in a direct path.

Using Hirenkyaku in an attempt to soar behind him, Natasha would point Casanova forward, firing two explosive rounds towards him that packed a heftier punch than the five heading towards him. The five spiritual bullets launched from the chamber of Roxanne probably wouldn't even land a fierce hit on the guy.

If anything, they were a feint, utilized in the hopes to land some measure of damage on him with the explosive rounds of Casanova. These actions would clearly compromise her ability to pursue him with deadeye's gun shells. They would remain heading towards him from the left and right, while five bullets soared towards him from the front, with the two casanova rounds soaring at him from behind.

This relentless wave of spiritual gunfire may have overwhelmed the normal opponent, but she quickly ascertained that he was not a man so easily felled. He might well tank the strikes and continue to pursue her, evade them all or block them entirely. In that scenario, Natasha would find herself at a disadvantage. Add to that, his elusive pace and reflex, Natasha could only hope to land something - anything - to throw him off of his game. Focusing such an amount of reishi would only leave her defenseless. She had to pull out any trump card she could use at her disposal.

Endurance also played a part here. She doubted she'd be able to avoid him for any more than a a few seconds, and if he engaged her and trapped her amidst the trail of flames, her mobility would be limited. Landing on the ground felt like a dangerous gamble. And yet, that is what made this all the more exhilarating, shocked by the peal of laughter dancing from her throat.

"That so, huh? I like the sound of that, Uriel! If battle is indeed' a wager, I'm not goin down until I've exhausted every card at my disposal. Consider it my full house!"