Buenos Dias Santa [Tier, Santa]

The smile on Santa's face was infectious! Winning. Losing. Such things had never been in her heart. But progress. The FEELING of being tested. Of putting out more than she had in the past. With Tier pinned to the Tree, she felt a surge of energy coursing through her as her spiritual pressure suddenly rose with excitement. Of course it was all a ruse. At any moment, Tier would simply blow her away or rip her to pieces.

And yet, in that moment, holding the woman's neck and shoving them further into the trunk of the tree. She felt a sensation that she hadn't experienced in a long time. Desperation. She wanted to do more. To leave SOME mark on the woman's body other than a measley bruise!

And as Tier latched onto her wrist, Santa promptly gave a sharp TWIST to her own arm. Snapping the bones ion her bicep and ripping it clean off. Flesh exploded from the stump at breakneck speed, and a brand new hand stamped over Tier's chest Barb-like hooks that had grown along the armored plating scraping against the woman's hierro as a Cero flared between her palm and the woman's chest. A Second one blaring against Tier's throat before promptly detonating. An attack fueled by the last of Santa's energy tot ry and wrack up some iota of damage before she completely exhausted herself.

A smile flashed across Santa's face as she landed those blows! Her heart pounding away in her chest as she was launched back, skiddig along the reishi in the air as she watched the dust finally settle and saw Tier in the crater left behind. Panting as she felt her whole body tingle with enjoyment. That she'd managed to damage Tier. Yes. YES. YES! She did it!

At long last, accomplishment hit her, and she laughed aloud to herself as she saw the damage to Tier's frame. It was no doubt just superficial, but the sense of pride in herself was incredible. And a wave of relif flooded her body as she slumped forward and dropped onto her knees, panting heavily as the rush of accomplishment burned through that desperate haze she'd been in before. Exhaustion catching up with her. While certain parts of her had continued to regenerate aggressively, some parts of her remained unhealed. Gouges and some cracks in some of her bones hadn't quite healed entirely. A conservative effort to only heal what was absolutely necessary. A testament to just how much Santa had been pushing her energy reserves.

She was tapped.

But she didn't seem worn out. Not did she seem deterred or upset, or anything. There was nothing but satisfaction in Santa's eyes as she locked eyes with Tier. Her ressurected form slowly melting down into a warm glow, reforming into her Zanpaku'to as her energy levels were brought back down to normal.
"I did It. I did....SOMETHING!." She giggled tiredly to herself, from both her usual mouth as well as the one that had formed along her ribcage. Yep, those changes were still there. She didn't have the energy to force herself back to normal. At least not for now.