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Kara stared down the floating azure-blue text, its original message distorted into garbled shapes as they fluttered away over the sea of unoccupied seats. With the others struggling to help pull Kurai off her butt and onto her feet, Lola silently stared off into the distance, staring at the cyan water-like effect coating while cautiously watching the rippling line of energy wave through the effect and reverting the environment to normal.
"It appears the cyan text is helping," Destiny remarked excitedly as she playfully bounced her woolly hair from frantically pulling on Kurai's hand.
"But who's receiving it is the question," Kara uttered, the many segments of her compound eyes directed at Zinvilia as she stood alone on the suspended walkway high above. Seemingly sensing Kara's attention directed at her, Zinvillia snapped her head toward the stage, unleashing a wave of magical pressure upon the group, making them instinctually freeze up.
"What. Did you. DO?" Zinvallia snarled, her voice hissing and whistling through the air as she crashed feet-first into the stage, fracturing its already damaged floor even further. Raising her head, Zinvallia directed her irate eyes at the group, sending a bone-chilling wave of malice through their souls as they sensed her rising rage reaching her boiling point.
"First your dad, then your dad again, and now his brats! It's almost like I'm cursed to be troubled by anything involving the word family," Zinvallia snapped at the group, despite her words being directed solely at Lola.
"Wait your Lola's-," Scarlett managed to say before a small cursed flame arrow shot by her, narrowly missing her head. Scarlett went blank face, the light slowly leaving her eyes before collapsing on the floor. In sheer shock of almost dying, Scarlett was out cold and her body went limp as Kurai scooped her off the floor.
"That is not what I meant," Zinvallia stated callously, her outreached hand emitting small embers of cursed flames as she lowered it to her side. She clasped her fist to snuff out the persisting cursed flames before raising a hand to her mask and tightly grabbing it as she held out a hand to the group in the shape of a claw.
"Handover the green kijin. Now," Zinvilia demanded, her voice callous and unnaturally devoid of any displeasure she previously showed. Scarlett snapped back to consciousness, flinging herself to her feet and jumped in front of Snow with her silver gauntlets flashing onto her fists.
"Fat chance, sista!" Scarlett explained, boasting a tough face despite the shivering dance her legs were performing. Zinvalia slowly closed her outreached hand, balling it up into a fist with small spurts of cursed flames shooting out as she watched Lola and Kusana move to Scarlett's sides to defend Snow.
"What daughter of Akari said," Kusana stated as she crossed her legs, sitting in the air like she were on a hammock. Briefly losing her composure again, Zinvalia swung her arms into her sides with a metalic clang as the metal fibre of her clothing and cloves clashed.
Recomposing herself into a more regal stance, Zinvallia raised her hands slightly from her sides; a heavy heat began to fill the stagnating air of the lifeless stadium before an eruption of cursed flames exploded from her back, atomizing her cloak in seconds and hurling a torrent of cursed flame projectiles throughout the stadium, exploding into monstrous fireballs the instant they made the slightest contact with anything. With its intensity dying down, her cursed flames coiled around her neck forming into a floating scarf as she crossed her arms intensely.
"Let's get this over with," Zinvalia grumbled disapointedly. She raised a foot, leaving Lola and co to hold their breaths, before she slammed it into the stage and teleported. The three girls flinched, darting their heads in different directions to locate Zinvalia whilst Kurai reached into her Storage Pocket bubble.
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As silent as an assassin, Zinvalia reappeared behind the trio looming over Snow. Zinvalia reeled her hand back, priming it into the claw of a murderous hawk before swinging it straight for Snow. Moving so fast the girls appeared to be in slow motion, Zinvalia's claw hurled straight for Snow and came mere inches from reaching Snow; Zinvalia abruptly swung her hand to the side to catch the silvery blur slashing straight for Snow.
The clashing of metal hammered into the girls' ears, startling Snow the most, as the lot was flung away from the mini shockwave blasting into them and scattering them into the audience seats. Zinvalia let out an agitated huff, her grip tightening against the blade of the dawnite claymore as its five emerald green guitar-like engravings running down its blade taunted her with its illumination.
"To think I'd find someone with more screws loose than Majin," Zinvalia stated callously, her voice growing in annoyance as Kurai smugly smirked.
"What can I say, I'm bound to be after the things you lot have put me through," Kurai remarked snarkily. Huffing in anger once more, Zinvalia swatted Kurai's cello claymore away from herself before teleporting a few steps back from Kurai. Reaching into her cursed flame scarf, Zinvalia pulled out her pair of Acursed Fangs(demonic-themed black metal knives with bright purple engravings) and held them both in a reverse hand grip.
"It seems this operation requires some course correction.". Kurai couldn't help but smirk at the remark correction before heaving her cello claymore onto her shoulder.
"Well, if that's the case; I'd gladly derail that plan for good then, I can't let your kidnapping attempt off that lightly!" Kurai announced boastfully and in an overly showy fashion. Kurai's remark elicited excited squills from Snow and Kusana before getting the wind knocked out of them as they landed on the padded stadium seats. Kurai stood tall feeling proud of herself for being able to say that line with a straight face and leaving Zinvalia at a loss for words.
Zinvalia stared down Kurai in silence. Sweat drops began to form all over the rockstar's body as the ambient heat skyrocketed. The sounds of sizzling popping by her hand caught Kurai's attention but she tried to ignore the pain as small streams of smoke seeped between her fingertips.
"I'll deal with you first," Zinvalia stated, her voice hoarse and deep from holding herself back from shouting. Without another word to spar, the two stage-bound contestants sprung themselves into combative stances while readying themselves for the other to make a move. On one of the many seats, Lola remained orientated upside down in a slight daze as the ringing of the metal clang bounced between her ears.
As the heatwave reached, Lola was metaphorically slapped back to normal before she rolled into a furball and bounced to her feet. Lola rubbed the sweat off her forehead, the heatwave smothering her like a tubby cat and filling her head with a hazy fog sensation. However, the foggy sensation swiftly subsided, replaced by an equally hair-chilling sensation as the air became filled with a cooling breeze.
"Scary... I really thought she was going to hit me," Snow mumbled meekly as she and Scarlett sat on Kusana's trailing floating hair.
"I know right, even though she warned us in our brains it still felt like she wasn't acting," Scarlett remarked slightly angerly before pouting and demanding Kurai apologise to Snow later under her breath.
"That's a professional live performer for ya. You won't get very far without being good at selling a persona after all," Destiny remarked standing next to Kara on the Chronicle Codex's red qi projection platform.
"And some are better than others," Kara remarked coldly while nudging Destiny in the foot and forcing Destiny to crumble like badly set-up scaffolding into sitting down.
"And what's that supposed to mean, I thought my acting was getting better," Destiny proclaimed while shaking Kara from side to side. The mothian remained deadpanned, deciding that correcting Destiny was a waste of breath while Kusana informed the others they should flee to find Zero and Tokui. Kara nodded and patted the floor of the platform before the Chronicle Codex floated itself and the platform up the rows of seats.
"Come on, Daughter of Chronia," Kusana stated, directing her attention to Lola as she stared at the huge semi-circle of ice covering the stage, silently watching the silhouettes of Zinvalia and Kurai sporadically teleporting around. Lola clasped her fist tightly before ultimately sighing in resignation and releasing her hand.
"Ok," Lola grumbled heartfully with her head held low. She defeatedly curled up into her furball mode and rolled after Kusana as the rest of the group fled the scene, leaving the sound of clashing blades and magic to dance within the confines of the ice prison.