queenofheartsrp | nineteen

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[Grell is outside, and she looks more serious than usual. Those who know her well might note how she's dressed down with her hair tied back.]

I know some of you are fighters. And I've shamefully let myself go in terms of keeping myself in top condition. I ask, therefore, that anyone who would like a spar come see me, at this place close to Beaumont.

No weapons, as we shouldn't be killing anyone today. Just hand to hand combat. And don't expect me to hold back, nor should you restrain yourself. Too much tension gives your face lines. [Just teasing on that point, but she means what she said about not holding back.]

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[She's been bored, is the reason she asked for this. Gossip only went so far, and the tension built and built and she knew if she didn't find a way to get it out, someone would die. Oh, how she wants someone to die by her hand, how she wants to hear the screams, see the blood and pain, create thaat work of art. But she's been behaving, as annoying as that is, and so far her reputation's been secure.

Thus, the request. If she can't kill someone, at least she can do her best to fight them, and hopefully some of that bloodlust would be siphoned off. Who would show up? She had no clue.]

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[From the moment she moves, Grell knows this is different, that she has to actually pay attention to the feelings around her to stay on guard. Just because she's fought demons doesn't mean she has the right to be too cocky, and she halfway pivots, bringing down her arm to take the brunt of the kick instead. Time to play defence while she analysed this.]

[She has fought non-humans in this place, but none of them were of the same type as this being. Since (as she reminds herself) this is not a fight to the death, she needs data. Kadaj makes feints and attacks, systematically testing the scope and power of Grell's defenses. She also talks trash.
At close range, Kadaj's teeth are sharp (something they have in common, then).]

What I saw you use in the ruined house-- is that all of your power?

Not even close.

[If she really had wanted to destroy, she would have used the scythe, would have absolutely abandoned care and set fire to the vicinity, reduced it all to ashes and broken pieces. She had kept the structure on purpose, knowing it would do no good to completely obliterate her home.]

If it had been, you wouldn't be alive to fight me.

[There's a flash of teeth as Kadaj laughs. The woman is quick and obviously powerful-- she feels the familiar urge to push things past some fast approaching point. Not to manifest her sword, nothing so boring (Sephiroth doesn't want her to go back to the Labyrinth anyway)-- she wants for the other being to lose composure, control. She wants that for herself as well.

She likes to fight in midair. In her strange way, Kadaj is almost having fun.]

But I'm already dead! I don't fear anything!

Good! Fear's just another limit.

[Faster, an actual challenge, that burning feeling of wanting to really clash, really fight. If Kadaj can handle it, of course she'll go. And it shows in her moves, going into actual offence, daring to risk herself for the sake of chasing the satisfaction of getting a blow in.]

Focus, Sutcliffe.

Pity there aren't enough heights, she likes fighting while challenging her balance.

And what do you fear?

[As Kadaj moves in and out of the being's reach, her field of vision, she also moves in and out of the mist-like state she sometimes assumes. This can be problematic-- in the Garden, at least. Sometimes she's burdened with strange effects-- one, or two, wings of varying types, sometimes her body seems unwilling to settle on a form.

After a long moment of hesitation (during which she's had to go on the defensive, which annoys her- Grell is swift), Kadaj is suddenly taller, her hair longer, lifted by an unfelt breeze. She's also naked, her skin faintly bluish grey.

Kadaj doesn't care if she's naked. Her moment of annoyance passes. Grounded, she comes for Grell, her teeth bared.]

Not you.

[Oh yes, this reckless abandon is what she needed, even if she longs to have the scythe in her hands, an extension of herself, but she can work with nothing but the power she hides in her frame, disproportionate if she was human. But she is a goddess, feels the most like one in this state, and with a smile that's clearly mad, moves to meet Kadaj.]

No, not you-- whatever kind of being you are.
I don't fear you, either!

[It's good, yes. To feel alive-- if she never really had a life of her own before, she does in this place.
With a smile that's easily as mad as Grell's, she comes eagerly for the other woman-- sometimes they grapple, but mostly there are volleys of blows. Some more accurate than others.

She doubts Sephiroth would want her to do this, but her Sister isn't here and she can do what she wants. Kadaj thinks of her other Sisters-- Yazoo's grace, Loz's force. Even-- that one's stubborn persistence. Wanting control, she does her best to drive the fight, to drive Grell before her. The defensive is the only unacceptable position.]

[Even if she is driving it, if Grell notices, she doesn't care. It's been months really since she could let loose, and the joy's clear in her fighting. Taking blows or giving them-it's exhilarating to her. This is what she had hoped for in her invitation, it's better than she would have thought. Two women who don't fear anything. The purest combat. She could go on, but it's more important to calculate her latest blow.]

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