What more can be said beyond the obvious? The slayer and the human fought. There were multiple times Skylar was rendered quite surprised, even confused, by the other womanās movements. Despite her extensive training, she knew nothing of ātraditionalā fighting styles. It was never needed for her to. Never did she need to predict anotherās movements based on some fighting discipline, she simply listened and felt the air currents. It was quite obvious the woman did not seem to understand that, for her tactic seemed to be promoting confusion though erratic styles. Skylar simply dodged each new attempt, landing a few light taps here and there, to show she could indeed touch the slayerā¦ despite the womanās inability to catch her.
Eventually, time was up. Naturally, Skylar pointed this fact out. And, also expected, the slayer didnāt pay it any mind. When she got herself into this mess, she figured this would happen. You can never trust anyone to keep their word. Not slayers, not humans, not anyone. Begrudgingly, she kept her focus as the slayer tried a new style. As fate would have it, the woman seemed to gain some resemblance of intelligence. Skylar realized, albeit a tad late, her opponent was utilizing her unfortunate injuries. It was a lowly move, even for someone like Foxy, but she let it go. In the end, she was about to black out anyway, as her eyes were nearly completely unseeing, sparkles materializing under closed lids, and the world was spinning so fast she barely knew left from right. Her breath came out rather violently in hyperventilation. It was over, and she knew it was over. Pretty shitty considering she actually won the bet.
With a slight gasp of pain, she dropped. In one attempt to point out the utter shameful poor sportsmanship, āTime has been up,ā she said, voice quiet and extremely strained, āYou have no right to kill me right now. The bet is over, and either Iāve won, or itās considered a tie.ā As expected, the she-devil did not hear her. It was some solace, in a way, to at least be complimented before death. At least she went down with honor. Propped up slightly with her elbow, she waited to die with remarkable composure and patience.
It was then the elf spoke. For the first time in minutes, she opened her eyes; a look of genuine surprise overtook her features. It was a welcome intervention, though it pissed her off. Everyone keeps saying she lost. For godās sake, she didnāt lose! She made it the whole fucking three minutesāwhich really, was a feat in itself in her conditionānot getting hit once. It wasnāt part of the bet to down the other, all she had to do was land a touch. And she did. Hell, she did in the first move. What the hell was wrong with these people? Closing her eyes, she accepted the fact that, as a human, she would never be good enough for these people. It was something that had to be accepted, with silent resignation, just like everything else. The sad part was, it wasnāt even the most disappointing thing she had to accept today.
Spacing out for a little bit of time, she listened to a low, beastly growl. It was continuous, almost unrealistic. Her eyes widened slightly when she stole a glance at the blurred creature transforming into another creature. Still, she remained where she was. Mostly because she had over exerted herself dodging whilst dying.
Suddenly, at least to the mentally exhausted Skylar, the air flowed around her and another presence passed. All she did was blink as the new slayer, obviously the black-haired DeKnight, exchanged poses and words and looks and silence with Foxyāer, Depravity. Vaguely, she wondered why he was dubbed āKin Killer,ā but set the thought aside. When the red-headed beast finally left, Skylar blinked for a moment before painstakingly dragging herself up off the floor. She stood awkwardly for a moment, breathing hard from overexertion. Too much blood had been lost. Somewhat composed, or at least trying to be, she nodded to Shae. āThāā she paused to keep from stuttering, due to pain, āThanksā¦ I owe you one.ā
Looking over at the demon, and the new slayer, she bit her lip slightly, nodding to herself for seemingly no reason. Slowly, she took in the damaged building. āI would say this is no longer a suitable place to stayā¦ā she mumbled. āHumans will be coming soon to gawk at the messā¦ā
Then, suddenly getting another wave of uncontaminated pain, she shut up for a moment. When she did speak, it was nearly inaudible. āIā¦mā¦ Iām going toā¦call it a day,ā taking a pitiful, yet somehow graceful walk to the dismantled wall, she looked back for a moment. āYou can call meā¦ if you need me. Iām used to beinā on callā¦ā With a final nod, she walked off, leaving a trail of blood as she walked around the building and down the road. She didnāt make it that far.
Finally, she passed out.