Letting Off Some Steam (Ranma, Armina)

The 4th Seat was nothing if not relentless and kept chugging along after the fleeing giant, her anger pushing her forwards and pride preventing her from stopping. Her speed was infuriating but that was how it was and so the best that she could accomplish was to just force herself onwards. She mused that in a marathon, she’d probably not be so bad but sprinting was something that she sucked at. The Shinigami could still detect Ranma’s aura in front of her, which was enough for her to know that at least she was still heading in the right direction.

As time passed, she could begin to see the enormous figure before her, clearly still running for his life but apparently starting to struggle. That was good and the annoyed woman continued to push, injecting as much energy as she could into her muscles. To keep herself motivated, Armina would entertain herself with images of what she was going to do with both Asshat and Ranma, pictures filled with blood and gore. She was beyond the point of simply letting things go and sought a more violent resolution. The fact that the latter was a fellow Shinigami didn’t mean a damn thing to her anymore. He was an enemy of hers and there was only one method of handling that.

She was going to have to use Shunpo again. A fact that soon enough seeped into her mind. It wasn’t a pleasant thought and Armina was irritated with herself that she had been forced to use it so many times. What was next? A kido spell?

Sighing bitterly, she’d then focus her spiritual energy into herself and briefly disappear, closing the gap considerably, allowing her to almost be in reach of her quarry. Her eyes and hammer both screamed for blood and any sign of weakness from the giant would be more than leapt upon. Her own stamina, however, wasn’t great either and things would soon come to a head, one way or another.

Armina knew that Asshat wasn’t all that bright but it seemed that he was even more stupid than she’d thought. There he was, fighting against the current of the river, in order to try and escape her wrath. He knew that she used ice and still decided that the best action to take was to run full blooded into the depths. A blue eyebrow rose as she watched the situation, in utter disbelief at what she was watching take place before her. Perhaps his fear was simply overriding whatever sense he had? Whatever it was, there would be a price to pay for his folly and as she came to a stop beside the edge of the river, she went for her hammer.

Drawing her weapon, she’d summon a single icy chain from its head, before mentally directing the creation towards the river. The frigid cold wouldn’t instantly freeze the river but it wouldn’t take all that long, the ice spreading across the water quickly. She could tell that the monstrosity was already slowing down and with any luck, her little trick would aid her with slowing him down further. He could become a frozen statue in the water for all she cared and Ranma along with him.

That being said, she wasn’t prepared to simply wait for his choice and soon enough began to move across the ice, continuing her pursuit of the two males. Be it by the river or her hammer, they’d face their end soon.