1 vs 1 Battle Arena

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The arm comes arching out of the treeline, slamming down on the top of the dome and digging it's fingers into it. Then it begins to wind it.

Maria is pulled out of the tree's and into sight, letting the elasticity pull her along. She twist in the air as she reached the dome, letting her thigh slide across the slick surface of the ice and down, at Damien, without losing momentum. Boot first.

[Philote]

Damian coils some of the stray petals into small spikes in front of him, if he was going to get hit he was going to at least try to wound her in the process.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

With no way to change either direction or slow herself, her only recourse is to cover up her eyes and pray for the best.

She slams through the spikes on her way down, the needles digging into her like cactus thorns.

[Philote]

The boot lands hard on Damian's chest, knocking the wind out of him. Bringing the two of them crashing down, thorns and all.

Using the petal thorns stuck between the two of them and those still floating in the air, Damian tries to levitate the girl off of him so that he can roll away and get back his footing.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Thorns around them, the one's she could feel even now digging into her body, lifted her up and away from him. But nothing was stuck in her arm, and it spun up and flashed forward towards him like a drill.

There was something she could do that she didn't like doing. It involved compacting the arm down so that, when it hit someone, it sent veins of metal spiraling out into their body like a creeping vine. It was effective, and extremely painful. The pain was the sticking point. There were less horrible ways to maim someone. So, it wouldn't hurt unless she wanted it to.

She had seen blood on the end of that blade when he ripped it from the ice.

She wanted to hurt him.

The drill spun forward, a bomb on it's decent.

[Philote]

Damian rolls away and pushes off the ground. Flipping up gracefully in a way only this nimble body could. He still felt he was to close to this girl, as he had learned earlier in the battle.

A drill similar to the one she had attacked the golem with jetted towards him. The loose petals hanging in the air fell down as he mentally pulled on them. Coiling from above, the newly formed short-short aims to strike the front of the drill to throw it off course.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The sword strikes the tightly wound ball and it explodes on contact, lashing out in all directions with sharp tendrils of metal as thick as your finger and long as your arm.

[Philote]

Sharp pain pierced through Damian's body, moving through him in waves and preventing him from knowing exactly where all he had been struck. This body was done for, but the mind that came along with it still had something left to do before it lost its physical form.

Damian's left hand moves, rotating as much as it can with its wrist being pierced, as he guides a small batch of four petals. "Suffer for this!" he tries to say as the clear blood-like substance runs out of his mouth. "Be repaid in kind for the pain you've put on me."

(His plan is to fly them down her throat and then coil them to suffocate her. I can't think of a way to post this that would not be considered auto-hitting in some way.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Even if-" she started, and that's when the petals made their move down her windpipe. She choked and sputtered in midair as she drew her arm back, out of him, instinctualy wrapping both around her throat.

Stupid, dumb, stupid, dumb, terrible girl. Why talk? Never talk. She tore her hand away from her neck and once again her arm was thrown backwards. It was an awkward angle, hung up on all these thorns, but she brought her fist zipping forward anyway.

[Philote]

The clear blood-like substance wraps around Damian's body and darkened until it was red, signifying the beginning of his change. The claw hits him mid-change, cutting through his right shoulder and leaving the arm to dissolve upon the ground.

(His control of the petals is gone, but they still remain)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(So, are they still in there, just no longer coiled up? Could they go down he throat now?)

[Philote]

(He doesn't have control, so I suppose she could swallow them. I was waiting for you to use your arm to just stretch in and pull them out )

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(That thing isn't pretty. I'm trying to think of how to describe it but..... well, her arm kind of has the consistency of barbed wire or metal crushed up so badly you can't tell what it is anymore. I mean, it looks painful, you know? If you gripped it and ran your hand down it, it would shred your hand because it's uneven and has, like, bits jutting out.)

She dropped and she choked, and hacked, and sputtered. Tears spilled from her eyes and her face turned red until, after what seemed like an eternity, she choked them down.

She raised herself back up, using the ice as support, feeling it still radiation cold to her relief. She was bleeding from puncture wounds in her thigh, her arm, and a few right in her chest. She also had a gash on her cheek that she could feel oozing.

She coughed once or twice more, and said, voice strained. "Even if nothing matters, you hurt Snow pretty bad to get her like this. That's the sort of thing a girl takes exception to."

[Philote]

(I thought she would just stick a thin finger in and just pull them out without touching anything else.)

A paw extends out of the blood covering Damian's body, and his body stretches out following the transformation. A yellow fox rises up before the girl, growing until it rivaled the size of a horse. The blood gathers around the front right shoulder. Not quite completing the transformation after the loss of the the right arm, but neither dissipating. A thick gold collar grows out of the flesh of Damian's neck to complete the transformation. The fox's fur appears torn in places.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Maria plants her feet squarely, and her arm compacts down. He fingers lose definition ans the pointy and sides harden. Using the extra mass, her arm begins to extend. One side becomes thing and sharp.

A blade replaces her arm, about a forearm longer than normal and sharp on one side. She leaps at the fox with it.

[Philote]

Damian trots back, out of range of the girl's swipe and featuring the same sped up motion that Damian first displayed in human form.

"No hard feelings I hope. I did warn your friend that the last body was the one I had the least control over" Damian's voice says coming out of the mouth of the fox.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

She didn't respond, sweeping her arm-blade whiplike across the little clearing.

[Philote]

Time to experiment and see just how conductive this strange arm of hers was. Damian moves as fast as the loss of one leg will allow him and skirts around the outside of the strike. The fur of his fox tail brushes against the material of the girl's arm and static electricity passes between them.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The arm loses is coherent shape and come sailing back and Maria gives a full body jerk. It slams into her chest like broken cable and bowls her over, thew spark running owner her entire skeleton. Every hair on her body stands at perfect attention.

(Maria's bones are mode of the same stuff as her arm. This could be trouble.))

[Philote]

(I think I've been rather lucky overall in this match up. I was expecting some really powerful characters after our Vault/Zauber match, and since there was two opponents, but thought it would be fun to try out Damian anyways, plus the extra bodies would of let him survive something really powerful for at least awhile. He has turned out to be rather competent in this match up though. I don't want to mislead you with this current bodies ability though. This body just has ambient static electricity released through contact. If she is really that conductive then it might be a problem, though I feel that you are creative enough to skirt around it being too damaging.)

Both Damian and the new mind acompanying him agree, that had worked far better than expected. The yellow fox turns and zips in to half the gap between Damian and his opponent. The new mind guided Damian with wisdom, keeping him from going to close, where the girl's arm had the potential to do fatal damage, but keeping him within range to toy with the girl with his advantageous speed and brushes of tail and paw.