Throw Me In The Jungle[Amaranta, Kanako]

Amaranta was many things, but she wasn't dense... most of the time, at least. Her Perquisa was pretty good at picking up energy signatures, and her senses automatically revealed to her remnants of energy, faint as they may have been. From the looks of it, after passing the two on the couch, the leonine woman deduced that these two whores went off and fought against one another.

Tch. Come to think of it, she had forgotten about mentioning that she let the woman take residence at the house Khaana allowed her to stay in. Even so, she certainly wanted to try her hand at Kanako first. Competitive envy boiled within her, but she recognized that neither one of them were in a condition to fight, at least not at a level she would be satisfied with. Defeating those at the pinnacle of their strength was far more enjoyable than winning on a goddamn technicality.

And so, she bided her time. She let Khaana go off to do whatever weeb shit she planned on engaging in for that particular day, and challenged Kanako to throw down. She did a morning training routine, nibbled on some leftover pizza on the fridge for no reason at all, and stood outside, prepared to open a descorrer the moment she arrived. They were throwing down. No questions asked.

"My Arena. Hueco Mundo. No questions asked. Hop to it."

Her tone was relatively short, leaving little room for her intent to be misconstrue. She was burning with excitement, and the idea of engaging in any small talk at the moment didn't appeal to her at all. They could save conversation for later, right? Of course. Slashing a hand through the space before her, drawing an opening to their location, Amaranta beckoned for the woman to follow her as she stepped through the Garganta. The journey was as short-lived as her words as the arrancar reached their destination within a matter of seconds.

Whenever she finally stepped forward, Kanako would be met with the makeshift architecture Amaranta had built from any material that could hold up well in the realm of Hueco Mundo. It wasn't the most detailed work, certainly, but it held a sacred meaning to a woman who had waged her life to overcome and evolve into who she was now. For those who simply wished to do battle for the sport of it, it was a paradise. She made her fair share of friends and enemies here, too. Stretching her arms, she would turn her gaze at Kanako, beastly azure hues radiating with anticipation. Yes, this would battlefield was more than ideal for them to let loose. She would give her a few moments before she employed Sonido, swiftly slashing through the air to soar in for a direct haymaker to the woman's face.

"Let us begin now, shall we!?"

"Oh, hell yeah. You're not as slow as you look, Kana. Don't get me too excited now!"

An almost maniacal grin curved across the leonine woman's features, displaying her unrestrained joy at the woman's ability to react to her attack. There was no expression of discomfort in her face as the monstrous arrancar seized her arm, her body generating an electrified source of energy. A cero at point-blank range, huh? Not bad. Not bad at all! Ripping her arm in half away from the woman's grip, Amaranta avoided the rempalago cero by executing another high-speed sonido burst. Top-notch regeneration would allow her arm to restore itself in little to no time at all. Therefore, she could be as reckless as she desired until Kanako lands a more tremendous attack. For now, Amaranta, wholeheartedly consumed in her battle lust, reappeared behind the woman.

Aiming to take advantage of her lack in speed, Amaranta appeared and reappeared in constant rotation, creating several afterimages in her wake to disrupt her senses. Firing balas with her singular arm at the moment to further disorient Kanako, her lost limb regenerates as if it had never been lost to begin with. Knowing those admittedly porous blasts won't do much but give her skin a little sting, and regardless of whether it landed or not, the Burning Lioness would go soar in from behind, taking advantage of the friction she created around her body, aiming to slam her fists around her body, creating miniature explosions if any of them landed successfully. Even if they failed, Amaranta remained diligent this time, shifting her body in and out in perpetual motion to avoid having her arms seized again.

"Good. I wouldn't even let you grace my presence if you were boring. Keep it up! Entertain me! Show me what you amount to as Arrancar, Kanako!"

Shouting those words like an unequivocal demand, Amaranta telegraph the moment she assumed Kanako would attack. A moving target proves quite troublesome if unaddressed, but Amaranta has no desire to remain in perpetual motion for long, slamming her explosive fists against the tail that slashed through the air. Driven by the lust for battle, Amaranta found herself half-tempted to swing the woman by her tail like a wild animal, but there were more pressing matters at the moment. Thunderous tail strike and enflaming fist crash into one another, and the concussive force of the impact is enough to drive her back in preparation for Kanako's next tactic to be employed.

Throwing her arm right back at her, huh? Heh. Fine by her. Amaranta planted her feet in that one spot, caught the arm within her hands, filling it with her flaming reiryoku as that Relampago cero roars in with the fury of lightning. Creating some Frankenstein version of a long flaming bat using her own arm as a catalyst, Amaranta smashes it against the Relampago cero to smack it away. Of course, the reckless nature of the technique didn't leave her entirely unscathed, as bolts of electricity raced along and burned her arm.

Paying no particular heed to it, Amaranta threw what remained of her arm ensconced in fiery spiritual pressure right back at Kanako. Whether or not she would be distracted by it was a different matter entirely, but her desire was rooted in dealing out an even greater damage to the woman entirely. Generating more flaming reiryoku around her body, Amaranta decided to indulge her recklessness even further. Kicking off with one foot, Amaranta went soaring at Kanako directly, precisely in the shape and form that would provoke the woman into firing another one of those thunderous blasts. She favored them so much, and Amaranta wanted to defeat her on all fronts. Her body, now a flaming torrent of energy, was soaring toward her with overwhelming speed. Like a destructive missile soaring through the air, Amaranta's intent is as clear as day. Her body versus Kanako's cero. Which one would prove superior?

Amaranta's expectations were betrayed overwhelmingly by her opponent. There was no thundering beam of energy roaring through the air to clash against her body, but a wide-ranging maw whose fangs bore right into her arm. To be certain, that was far from what she expected, to say nothing of the follow-up that saw Kanako slamming her onto the ground as she mounted her like a wild beast.

A maniacal grin lined the woman's lips as she felt those fangs piercing her flesh. The bite wasn't instantaneous since she was actively maintaining her hierro, but since they were evenly matched in a degree of overall spiritual skill, her body was pretty much prime pickings to be pierced to some extent.

Of course, that was far from the end of Kanako's offensive, and the leonine woman felt that in the form of a cero as she pummeled her fist across her frame, burning and tearing away even more layers of hierro. When the smoke cleared, Amaranta, clearly lost in the lust for battle, offered a rather provocative set of words in response to her trying to assert her dominance over her. It was amusing, all told, and while she did have a counter or two in store, she couldn't resist making a comment nonetheless.

"Haha! Greedy bitch. I thought we were fighting each other. Not trying to devour each other whole!"