Mind Over Mayhem [Kalama/Natsumi]

Feeling a bit drained with how much power she was using so quickly, Natsumi dropped herself back to the ground to save some energy. She almost stumbled, but kept herself on her feet. As Kalama stood back up, Natsumi began walking toward her, intent of finishing this personal revenge mission of hers. Feeling the energy change and seeing the fire aura move around Kalama, Natsumi became wary.

The plume of fire coming toward Natsumi caused her to take a step back. Having shortened the distance it had to travel, Natsumi had no chance to react with how quickly it moved. She was struck and the flame quickly overtook her vision. She stepped backward more quickly, hands up and taking the brunt of the heat. Natsumi to created a barrier between Kalama and herself, stopping the fire.

“People like you deserve to die,” Natsumi screamed, continuing to hold her barrier up as the fire continued to flow out at her. “Stella is too nice of a person to deserve what you did! I HATE people like you! Always hurting others for no reason!”

While she was improving her Shunko all the time, it would be a stone cold lie for her to say that she had it anywhere close to being mastered. The flames weren’t under her complete control and while she was able to continue to attack the woman’s barrier, the strength of her fire wouldn’t remain constant, fluctuating from time to time. The heat was intense for her and she could feel the tips of her fingers start to burn. She couldn’t keep the barrage up for long.

The assassin heard the hysterical screams of the woman and Kalama briefly pondered over the incident with Stella. As far as she was concerned, the redhead had deserved everything she’d gotten and was lucky to have survived at all. For the centuries ol Shinigami, the treatment she’d delivered was almost merciful, compared to what most Quincy received.

Compared to the brunette’s tone, Kalama’s was far more cold and business-like. “She’s alive, isn’t she? I could’ve easily left her to rot in that forest like the idiots she was with. You should be thanking me for sparing her life. More than what fucking Quincy deserve. They should all be buried in the ground.”

Her energy was draining as well and with the damage she’d taken already, Kalama knew that she couldn’t have a drawn out battle with this like pain in the ass. She needed to deal with this soon. With that in mind, she’d cut off her plume of fire, before attempting to Shunpo behind the woman, launching a powerful punch that contained the full force of her Shunko behind it.

Time was of the essence.

"I ain't carin' if she’s a Quincy, a human, a shinigami! What people are dun' matter; it’s the choices they make what matters!” Natsumi kept yelling, sweat dripping down her face. 'That's what Mama taught me...' Finally, the fire stopped. “You choosin' to hurt people,” Natsumi blinked as Kalama vanished from sight. Knowing the common tactics of fighters, especially ninja’s, Natsumi turned around just in time to have a flame-forced punch strike her dead in the chest. Natsumi flew backwards until she stopped about a foot away from the dumpster.

“I choose to avenge what's good. And Stella is good,” Natsumi said, her tone strong with determination and a sense of true belief in her words. Natsumi dropped to the floor, eyes locked on Kalama. Her eyes dilated as she released as much of her power as she could. Pieces of building's wall broke off into small pieces of stone. Windows shattered, but the glass kept floating. Trash, the dumpster, the old mattress... It all rose in the air. Taking one breath, two... three... Natsumi roared in anger, a orange glow in her eyes as everything flew at Kalama like before.

If Kalama didn’t have her mask on, she’d have spat on the ground in response to the woman’s bleating. It was precisely the same kind of shit that Stella had kept going on about during their fight and had zero effect on the assassin. It was so painfully naive, fuckingly naive. It drove her fucking mental and the purpled eyed woman couldn’t help but want to string this bitch up just as had with the redhead. Yet, she knew that even though she wanted to, it would only make things more difficult for her. The world was shrinking with every attack she made, her places to hide decreasing. She had to pick and choose with more care, even if the idea made her feel violently sick.

The attack was fierce this time but Kalama was rather more prepared, having seen the woman’s abilities multiple times now. Using her Shunko, she would burn the objects that came towards her, hitting them with powerful strikes that would melt or pulverise the items thrown. It wasn’t a perfect solution and she couldn’t deflect them all but it saved her. The energy it took to keep her Shunko up though was immense and she was tiring, her body language not as imposing as before.

“She’s a naive little slut and you’re no different.” Kalama replied callously, uttering her thoughts aloud. “Are you honestly defending her because she’s good or is it because you’re just upset because you won’t be sharing her bed for a while?”

Her mind, however, would divert from killing the woman to getting out at this point, knowing that it was the priority now. She could put this woman through hell another day, when the situation was more in her favour. Her wounds were adding up fast and escape was her only real option.

Placing her palms on the ground, she’d utter. “Bakudō #21. Sekienton”

The spell would cover the area around her in red smoke, which would hopefully give her enough time to Shunpo a fair distance away, where she could at least begin her retreat.

“Wha!? We have our own rooms, you wretched cunt!” Natsumi spouted in confusion and rage, a mixed reaction from being called a slut. She knew she was naive, so there was no arguing that one. She was gettin’ better at all that, though.

Natsumi pushed herself to her feet, wiping blood away from her mouth that had been dripping from her nose. She also spat some to the side and prepared to fight again. She could feel her energy wavering, having spent so much of it on that opening volley of attacks, but she wasn't backing down just yet.

As she was readying herself, the green ninja released some sort of red smoke bomb. Natsumi jumped back not letting any of it touch her. Narrowing her eyes, she waited for Kalama to come through the smoke and attack, but it didn't happen. By the time the smoke cleared, Kalama was far off... "Get back here!"

Of course, at the worst time ever, Natsumi could hear sirens pulling up. Looking back, she could see a group of people looking into the alley, crowds forming across the street. This was bad... She couldn't stay here or she'd get in trouble.

As much as she’d have loved to turn around and smash the woman’s face in, there just wasn’t the time for it. She could hear the sirens as well and after the previous crap she’d gotten involved in, Kalama didn’t need any more of it. Again, the green haired assassin was going to have to change locations and return to mainland Europe although the question of which country was a good one. France and Germany were out so she was going to have to bypass and maybe go further south. It was becoming more difficult and she reckoned that sooner or later, she might just have to jump continents for a while.

If the brunette desired to chase her then there wasn’t much she could do about it and knowing that, she decided to taunt the telekinetic before leaving the woman to make her play, shouting at her with a voice that was filled with woman. “You can try and fail to catch me if you want but know this. I’m going to find Stella again one day and next time I won’t be so fucking gentle. I’ll turn her into my bitch, then do exactly the same to you and every other useless shit she knows.”

Flipping the woman off, she’d turn and Shunpo off, the ball in the brunette’s court.

Kalama's threat only riled up Natsumi's anger more. For a moment, Natsumi's energy began to reach farther than before, as if her rage had some how expanded her natural reach. She lifted just about every little thing she could from the ground, the walls of buildings began to crack, and even items in the next alley over began to shake, break, and move. But, this only lasted for a moment.

The pain in Natsumi's face and head intensified as she tried exerting herself more and it all failed. Everything dropped back to the ground and Kalama was successful in her escape. Covering her face with her hand, Natsumi lifted herself from the ground and began flying away from the alley as quickly as she could. Police cars and ambulances came to a stop at the alley right as she left.

Natsumi realized she couldn't fight for long and she needed to get away from the city. Carrying herself toward the edge of the city, her eyes fell on a forest and she made her way over there. She could rest there, maybe even sleep for a while, though... Mama did say not to sleep after hurting your head...