Such A Sorry State [Kita, Amaranta]

Time felt like a march through eternity, carnage and ash coloring Kita's perceptions as she took blow after blow, and dealt explosive attacks in a series of pure ecstasy. This was what she wished to live for, the ability to appreciate the skill and absolute destructiveness of battle between another sharing her enjoyment. Prey did not grant this same feeling of thrill, no, this was an exchange - of power and emotion - in it's most visceral, raw form.

Only, Kita would ultimately be the first to tire. Coated with blood, dirt, and sweat, her Resurreccion would dissipate, panting as her torn body was present in the clearing dust, despite her wounded state she still stood, a weakened smile plastered on her filthy figure.

"You have bested me," She'd speak between labored breaths, but she did not appear sullen nor defeated - even in this state of defeat it did not destroy that feeling in her chest, "Ah... This sensation... Is this numbness? I cannot quite feel..."

As if her body remembered what gravity was, she fell to her knees, "Ah.. Ah..."

"Hahaha...."

What a sublime clash. There truly were no other words that could describe the euphoria that suffused her spirit during their dance. Wherever she clashed, Kita answered with everything she had to offer. Flame followed explosion. Explosion followed flame. Limits meant nothing to her right now. If there was even a distinct possibility for it to occur, she wished their battle could go on for hours. Of course, reality was not so kind. In reality, the superior force won out through sheer energy reserve and stamina. Kita could go on no longer, but even her bloodied and battered form was the sight of magnificence, proof that she gave it her all until she could offer no more. Canceling her ressurecion, since it served no further use here, Amaranta approached the woman with a genuine smile on her face, kneeling down to gaze at the battle-worn woman.

"Who knows? Maybe it's satisfaction. Either way, that was one hell of a battle. Now that's a woman worthy of sharing a place at his side. Or, ya know, if he ever grows bored of you..."

The bronze lioness, still full of battle lust, fell onto the wounded tigress, wrapping her arms about her frame as she relaxed against her. Whether it was her intent or not, there was a profound measure of interest here, which meant Kita would not be rid of her any time soon if Amaranta could help it. No, she was a warrior worth admiration. And admiration to her was the same as...

"You can always share a place at mine. I don't mind."