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Songs of a fallen angel
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|Death Dance| @ yumie-yumikotakagi

yumie-yumiko-takagi:

a-killer-in-the-crowd:

At the sight of the fallen enemy, Yumie let out a psychotic laugh, one that could easily out rival that of a mad woman’s. Unlike that shy twat of a personality that could not do harm to a fly, this darker personality could kill anything that dared to block God’s path. Seeing the creature for what she was, it made this sister realize who the woman truly was.

Rain continued to pour. If there was one thing that Yumie loved more than killing heathens, it was a decently challenging battle. Thus it made her happy to have a battle between who she hypothesized as Rip Van Winkle of the Millennium group. When the taller woman retorted before propelling towards the swordswoman, a insane smile graced her features while her eyes glowed a dark maroon. Anticipating the attack, the sister grabbed the woman’s leg before throwing her back in the direction she came from.

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Lifting her skirt up slightly, she pulled a tanto blade from her hosiery. She may not have had her katana with her, but as a swordswoman she was not unarmed. ”Unlike that fool Yumiko, I won’t be easy prey to kill. Your going to have do better than that, if you want to best a someone like me.” Yumie cackled before dashing forward at almost inhuman speed, armed with her blade ready to strike.

The only thing that had accompanied the fearsome women was the constant fall of rain, tracing every move made in the battle between the abomination and the nun.

While she swift movements could have taken down any lower class enemy it seemed that the other had been a fair match, countering her lunge and throwing her off to the side. Rip was lighter than air on her feet with her abilities and caught herself with ease.A hand rested on the cold stone as her other senses started to adjust to the scene; the real show was only getting started. 

"You shouldn’t be so quick to speak, i’ll make sure to dispose of that pretty little tongue while I tear out your throat.”image

Her blue eyes were wide as she concentrated on the scene, going past her  hazy field of vision to ensure she would not fail again. The nun dashed forth confidently while the vampire stuck to a lower sense of gravity, swinging around her feet to the opposite end of the blessed blade and driving it hard with a kick into Yumie’s waist trying to knock her off her own high horse as well. 

The fall of rain briefly reminded Yumie of that time long before she had been brought to the Vatican by Anderson. This current weather took place during the event that brought her into existence.

Putting those thoughts as far away from what was happening currently, the present nun dashed onward towards her target. She watched as the feminine heathen that she had thrown far land on her feet like a cat. The sister made a note that the woman’s strength came from her height, at least based on observation. Strategically, the mad woman thought of a quick and risky plan that would be perfect given the situation. All that she needed was timing.

"I’d like to see an undead heathen like yourself try to rip my throat out. I will kill you before that happens."

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As Yumie drew closer to her opponent, she linked her arm around the woman’s leg while taking the force of the kick aimed at her waist. A sickeningly loud crack was heard from the clergywoman’s body, even though things were going by her plan. The swordswoman admitted to herself that this opponent was entertaining, a smirk evident on her face. After that, she stabbed the captured limb with the blessed tanto in her hand. She flew back slightly at a distance from the Nazi.

The huntress prided herself in the attack, she held more power in her long legs then anything else: almost matching the power of her musket. The sickly cracking of bone was music to her heightened hearing but her fun was brought to a halt at the fierce pressure wrapping around her ankle, it was obvious what was coming and Rip began to pull away instantly, her slippery skin making it an easier feat but she could not escape Yumie’s blade.

The steel slipped through her dead tissue like butter, the burning being match to that of the suns’ fire. A pained shriek resinated from the huntress, with her tearing away from the other it only extended the injury. Nearly black blood poured down her member with a hint of smoke but her eyes only kept on the nun, completely ignoring the injury as it was soon to heal. Her blue gaze was hot with rage, illuminated the fires in her frozen heart once more.

"I’ll make you pay for that..In blood!" She made her promise with a grunt, without her eyes leaving the crazy gaze of the nun’s Rip made a kick gesture to a small row of stairs near her: a hand quickly ripped a steel bar from the rest of its railing and she came at the other once more but this time with a spin. Focusing her gravity on the in tact leg Rip spun with intense speed like a spinning top and made her way through to the other, the bar becoming a merge of colors as it held place in front of her forming a layer of protection form the blessed blade. 

It might have seemed like a foolish move in retrospect, but Rip had the plan already formed in her head. From the minute she became aware of the weapon the best way to apprehend her was to get her on the ground and deem her immobile. While the other took a swung at the quick figure that would easily tear through the poor bar, she made use of the friction ceasing her turns and wrapping her lengthy limb like a snake and around the arms of the woman pulling her forward and using the aid of her remaining metal rod to force her to release the katana. This all happened quickly enough for the huntress to moved around to the girls back and force her down to the cobble stone with a free arm and seal her own behind her head to finally quiet her movements. The entangled limb slowly crept up from her elbows to wrap her hand around her wrists, if had rope she could hogtie the girl and leave her for dead but that was a fate unbefitting of the nun: going against the will of the huntress gave her a death wish Rip had no problem seeking out. 

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ooc: woo now that everything’s done (except a thing) i can go slack off again

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|Death Dance| @ yumie-yumikotakagi

At the sight of the fallen enemy, Yumie let out a psychotic laugh, one that could easily out rival that of a mad woman’s. Unlike that shy twat of a personality that could not do harm to a fly, this darker personality could kill anything that dared to block God’s path. Seeing the creature for what she was, it made this sister realize who the woman truly was.

Rain continued to pour. If there was one thing that Yumie loved more than killing heathens, it was a decently challenging battle. Thus it made her happy to have a battle between who she hypothesized as Rip Van Winkle of the Millennium group. When the taller woman retorted before propelling towards the swordswoman, a insane smile graced her features while her eyes glowed a dark maroon. Anticipating the attack, the sister grabbed the woman’s leg before throwing her back in the direction she came from.

image

Lifting her skirt up slightly, she pulled a tanto blade from her hosiery. She may not have had her katana with her, but as a swordswoman she was not unarmed. ”Unlike that fool Yumiko, I won’t be easy prey to kill. Your going to have do better than that, if you want to best a someone like me.” Yumie cackled before dashing forward at almost inhuman speed, armed with her blade ready to strike.

The only thing that had accompanied the fearsome women was the constant fall of rain, tracing every move made in the battle between the abomination and the nun.

While she swift movements could have taken down any lower class enemy it seemed that the other had been a fair match, countering her lunge and throwing her off to the side. Rip was lighter than air on her feet with her abilities and caught herself with ease.A hand rested on the cold stone as her other senses started to adjust to the scene; the real show was only getting started. 

"You shouldn’t be so quick to speak, i’ll make sure to dispose of that pretty little tongue while I tear out your throat.”

Her blue eyes were wide as she concentrated on the scene, going past her  hazy field of vision to ensure she would not fail again. The nun dashed forth confidently while the vampire stuck to a lower sense of gravity, swinging around her feet to the opposite end of the blessed blade and driving it hard with a kick into Yumie’s waist trying to knock her off her own high horse as well. 

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