Mind Over Mayhem [Kalama/Natsumi]

“I told you not to put your fucking hand there you bastard!” A familiar voice uttered, the owner of which staring down at the latest fool who’d tried to put his fingers all over her ass. Her time with Arianda had been so pleasant and Kalama had actually been in a good mood since then but naturally that had lasted a grand total of five fucking minutes. The target of her abuse wasn’t in a pretty state, lying helplessly on the floor, talking complete shit, bleeding rather heavily. “What part of I’m into chicks don’t you get?” Kalama continued, punting him hard in the ribs.

A part of her wanted to kill him there and then, her purple orbs blazing as she delivered a second kick to his midsection, resulting in a rather nasty crunching sound. Yet, after remembering Arianda’s words regarding such things, the Shinigami sighed, before spitting on the idiot and turning away, placing her mask over her lower face as she quickly moved away. She supposed that she should be a little more careful, even if the idea of doing so made her fucking sick.

It was that roar which gave Kalama the awareness she needed to protect herself and tapping into her kido repertoire, she’d surround herself with a blue triangle structure that was able to take the brunt of all the random crap that was hurled in her direction. It was fucking disgusting to be hit with such shit and any chance of her cooling down went completely out of the window. “Bakudō #73. Tōzanshō.” She spat, using the chant after the spell rather than before, her purple eyed gaze blazing with hatred.

As powerful as her defensive spell was, she wasn’t completely unscathed and the outfit she was wearing was certainly damaged, cuts and lesions visible on her body. Whatever the hell that attack was, it definitely wasn’t something she’d seen before and while on a good day, she’d have been intrigued, that for sure wasn’t how she was feeling right now. The pain from her wounds just increased her anger, which was at a fever pitch already.

Her head snapping around to face the woman above, she’d shout. “The fuck do you want? You cowardly piece of shit! Don’t fuck with me!”

Placing a hand in front of her, her digits pointing in the direction of the woman, she’d angrily proclaim. “Hadō #58. Tenran.”

A tornado of wind would burst forth, heading up towards the coward who’d tried to sneak attack her.

This pest had a frustrating way of fighting and Kalama was forced to use her Shunpo in order to escape the rampaging dumpster. Who the fuck used such a disgusting thing to fight with anyway? The woman was clearly a weirdo, a type of person that the assassin seemed to be running into all the time lately. Yet, this brunette seemed to fight with a rage similar to her own. Her fire had been clearly stoked by something and the green haired woman was briefly at something of a loss as to explain it.

Up until words escaped the woman’s mouth, when everything became oh so clear. Now it made sense and the look of bewilderment that had been on Kalama’s face changed into something else. She actually laughed at the woman, a mocking one that would hopefully annoy the pest even further. Reappearing in mid air, about six feet away from her opponent, she’d smirk under her mask, amusement written in her distinctive eyes.

“So that’s her name? I only ever called her ‘Airbags’ because of that freakish chest of hers. I take it that you enjoyed the pics I sent then? I did try to make sure I got the right light when taking them.”

To say she wasn’t pleased was an understatement and as her opponent grabbed hold of her, Kalama knew she was going to be in for a rough time, hearing the sounds of incoming objects. She didn’t have the time to use a Kido spell this time so all she could do was brace, her back horribly ripped up as the objects stabbed and struck her. God, she hated this bitch already and as the pain wracked through her body, the assassin would growl with rage, her eyes starting to blaze with almost animalistic wrath.

Despite the pain, she wasn’t going to simply sit down and rot, surrounding her limbs with her spiritual energy as she released a barrage of punches and kicks, using her well honed Hakuda in an attempt to either get the woman away from her or turn her face into a bloody pulp. Either was acceptable right now and she wanted payback for the fucking weirdo’s previous attack. Her attacks were swift and fierce but not unblockable or unavoidable. It would be a test though, with Kalama being in just the range that she enjoyed the most.

“Fuck!” Kalama hissed in pain as the various pieces of shit reemerged from her body, leaving her back rather horribly scarred and bloody. The brunette bitch’s telekinesis was becoming an absolute disaster to deal with and just when she was about to launch a counter attack, she felt a force of power strike her in the chest, sending her backwards and crashing into the dumpster that the woman had been tossing around earlier.

The annoying pest was far more irritating to fight then Stella had been but Kalama was going to fight in the same way as she had against her. Her body was aching from all the pieces of shit that had been thrown around but the assassin did her utmost to channel it into rage, remembering her training from long ago. She was going to make this brat suffer, her hatred reaching fever pitch

As she got back up, she’d clench her fists and bang them together, shouting the technique for the world to hear. “Shunko!”

Her body instantly began to emit a powerful aura of fire, every movement of her limbs releasing a trail of flame that threatened to burn the alley to cinders. Her eyes would blaze with that same intensity and pointing her hand at the woman above her, she’d release a plume of fire, which travelled quickly towards her enemy. The gloves were off and if this runt wanted to see exactly what Kalama had used to beat her friend senseless then she could do so now.