Figures of Authority [Amaranta, Khaana]

The strike was solid and let out a sound that was oh so satisfying. Even as her frame gave a shrill scream of excitement, watching as Amaranta took that hit and continued to charge at her, she couldn't help but be lost in the thrill of it. That hint of fear that always came with fighting Amaranta. And the sudden bloom of spiritual energy that came from the attack got her attention. And the spear in her hand twisted, flattening into dual blades as she raised the weapon up above her head. Those wings wreathing her body as that powerful barrier wrapped around the weapon's edge. A burst of her own amplified spiritual pressure channeling along the blade.

The Shell of explosive heat struck her as she slashed, ripping into the ball and cleaving it in half. For all the did it did as it promptly exploded into a brilliant pillar of flames, the sudden rush of hot air thrashing the nearby trees with powerful winds as the flames billowed outward and disappated. But before the flames even died out, a bolt was slung from the center of the flames toward Amaranta, spinning through the air before aiming to slam into Amaranta's chest with a mighty THUNK. The bladed spear flung like a throwing start, attempting to punch into the woman's chest. OR at least TRY to crack that hard outter hierro that she knew was there. A much more brutal attack than what she usually employed. But she knew her strength. Even with this Fusion, she doubted she'd be able to score a hit deep enough to truly harm the Feline. Just enough to make a mark as the flames finally faded.

Khaana's frame was a mess. Helf melted, flesh in liquid form drizzled from the gaps in her armor. A big gash burned into either side of her frame. Sparing her center of mass, but resulting in her limbs being practically twigs, rapidly that fluid flesh spilled up to try and reform them properly, redistributing her mass to fill in, to get herself back in proper fighting shape, panting as she leered, those dark eyes peeking in the smoldering holes in her armor. A grin on her face as spikes would spring out from that spear, intent on burying into Amaranta's chest to lock the weapon in place. Any attempts at peeling the weapon off would result in more spines trying to punch through Amaranta's palms, attempting to hamper the woman while Khaana recovered.

"Shut...your fucking.... mouth." She growled.

"Stop ...flirting, and fucking FIGHT."

SNAP. The spear was shorn in half as it screeched, wings bursting from the shaft of it to slash down the length of both Amaranta's shoudlers, as the portion that was still buried in her chest attempted to burrow deeper. Those spikes curling like little insect legs to dig into the surrounding flesh and try to burrow further into Amaranta's flesh. But well, it didn't stop the woman. That explosive burst of heat into Khaana's surroundings signalled that Amaranta was going to go for something big. Khaana's eyes narrowing behind her helmet as her armor attempted to repair itself. But well, she wasn't going to get a chance to fully recover.

With a sudden explosive boom, the Arrancar was suddenly speeding towards her. The air compressed around them like a bullet as they shot towards her. The heat coming off her alone was insane, and in that moment, her Spiritual Pressure hardened into a thin armor like layer around her body, that Seraph Field flaring up. But not just to protect herself from Amaranta.

In that brief instant just before Amaranta made contact with Khaana's frame. The chunk of Spear that was still in her chest would suddenly glow. Brilliant glowing wings spreading from the broken-off tip of the spear as energy built up in the point. The energy she os often stored in her spears, and then some.

There was a brief instant where the ground beneath the both of them glowed. Melting from the combined heat of Amaranta's flames and the sudden burst of energy from the exploding Speartip. A bubble of durt turning to glass blooming outward, washing over that barrier of Khaana's skin just as that thing burst violently, exploding outward into a vicious column of energy, sending both of them rocketing away from eachother, or rather, buffering the force that Amaranta made when she slammed into Khaana like an arrow, plowing the Mod soul into the nearby mountainside with a heated crash, burning the grass as the pair of them were shunted into the ground by the shockwave of the explosion. An attack that had all but everything she had in it. Everything but the scraps of spiritual energy that clung to her in the form of that Seraph field.

This was it.

This was the point they always reached.

The brief exchanges. Khaana pulling out everything she possibly could. And then, exhausting herself to the extreme just to try and get a hit in. The force of Amaranta hitting her was enough to make her dizzy. But even so.

A white hot set of claws CLAMPED onto Amaranta's head. Holding it in place as she cocked back that armored fist and aimed to slam it into Amaranta's skull with enough force to try and stun her! HEr Seraph Field was in shreds, but as those glowing eyes STARED into Amaranta, it slowly was rebuilding itself. Digging up energy from her core, melting down her own flesh and armor as cracks slithered along ehr body, converting the excess mass into more energy. For once, they were the same size in this juncture of the fight. And so Khaana grinned through her helmet as she aimed several more vicious punches to the Arrancar's head and chest!

She wasn't gonna just gas herself and pass out this time!

Not Yet!

Hot.
The searing flashes of pain as those epxlosive punches struck her body again and again were enough to burn through that compressed armor. As that burning field of her own spiritual energy conformed along her body. Blunting the strikes and dampening the blooms of heat. She still was losing the fight. She couldn't go toe to toe with Amaranta, and every shattering, splintering crack of those fists into her grame sent splatters of bloog and broken armor to the ground. If she had not been a Mod Soul, she likely would be dead. Even as she slammed her fists into the Lion's head and Face, she struggled to do more meaningful damage. And so as another gunshot rang out, the sharp impact of Amaranta's fists against her amrored Chassis, as chunks of melted flesh and steaming armor flaked off, battered and burning wings steaming as they crumpled off her frame. She grabbed for the Lioness's throat.

A yell tearing from the creature's throat. Mouths peeling open all along her body as she cried out and pulled her hand back, and then lunged for that Spear wound in the woman's chest. Pointing her fclaws into a single bladelike narrow as she thrust her arm forward with as much strength as she could muster. Intent on burying her clawed hand into the woman's armored chest. The last dregs of reserve energy roaring to life. That Seraphim field twisting around her hand. No longer protecting her armored frame. Just a few more hits and she'd be out cold. But it would be worth it if she could land this!

Thar aura condensed into a blade over her fingers, to add to the penetrating power of that stab. Before the little sharpened shield would expand. Aiming to erupt in a thing narrow beam. Hoping to pierce the woman's ribs, maybe even a lung before punching through the woman's back. Honestly, if Amaranta wasn't a regenerative type, it would be a mortal attempt of a wound. Everything she had focused into just trying to do enough damage to get this damn tiger to pass out from the shock. To take her out before those fists turned her gigai into a molten mess and snuffed out the last of her remaining energy.

She just wouldn't go down.

Perhaps it was naive of her to think she could win like this. After all, she had never PROPERLY pushed the lioness to any real extent. The notion that she would be able to tear the woman down was a mere dream.

But what am enticing dream.

She bled, she melted, she cracked and broke. Those vicious strikes from Amaranta snapped her arms and flung them away, it was only veil of energy that kept her protected right up until she unveiled that vicious assault! As she plunged that arm of hers into the Lioness's chest and unleashed what was left of her spiritual energy in that booming swell of cutting might. There was nothing like the feeling of punching through that elusive exterior.

How many of her final gambits had barely scratched the woman?

How many times had she settled for such paltry marks and scores?

But to feel that gasp, the sucking punch of air from the woman's chest in response to the wound burned through her. All the way up to those claws shearing clean through her unprotected arm. Her Seraph field was entirely down. And frankly, no longer being connected to Amaranta, Khaana lost the anchor that was holding her up. What had once been a shining flame of her new power and potency was reduced to just so much slag and melting armor. The remnants of her wings drooping as she crumpled to her knees. Holes dotting the shadow of a frame she'd been reduced to as she planted facefirst onto the ground. Leaving her severed arm buried in the Arrancar's chest.

No final words., no last glance or hateful leer. She'd pushed herself FAR beyond her normal constraints. She'd pushed her luck, the limits of her powers, the limits of her own energy reserves. And she'd come up woefully short. Even with the damage she'd afflicted, Amaranta had energy to spare. She had been, for all intents and purposes, solidly beaten, her mind drifting into sudden unconsciousness.