3075/WMAT C1 Jeannette Thompson vs Krezentia Einjager

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WMAT C1 Jeannette Thompson vs Krezentia Einjager
Date of Scene: 20 September 2015
Location: WMAT Arena - Diablo Desert
Synopsis: Magi versus sailor for a slot into round 2.
Cast of Characters: 410, 758
Tinyplot: WMAT 2015


Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    Following her prior battles, judges have seen fit to assign the DIABLO DESERT to be Krezentia's default arena barring her opponent's veto. It turns out when you fling black holes and assorted firepower around, you make safety officials squint at you a lot.

    Thus we find ourselves in the unforgiving and harsh desertscape, with shuttles carrying the fighters and camera crew to the designated pile of sand identical to all the other sand. If they want a lift, anyway.

    Krezentia herself just warps in, a beam of light crashing down from the sky, compressing, and then reforming into the blonde Magi, who immediatly frowns at both the heat and the sand. That's going to get into her boots, UGH.

    Wearing her typical purple shirt, black jacket, black cargo pants and military combat boots, with a purple baseball cap slid on backwards, the Magi stretches, before producing a bottle of water and downing it. Better deal with that now than halfway into the fight.

    "Guess it could be worse. It could be snow and ice."

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
Jeannette Thompsonhad been in deserts before. Southern Triancia has a rather big one, a no-man's land that used to divide the country a few hundred years ago. Now, it was a place the military had a few training facilities, some tourist attractions, and one stop a pilot might make for at least a few weeks as part of a hostile environment seminar. Not that she really /wanted/ to be out here. The RTMC rotocraft heading into the tournament zone had it's doors open, and this low to the ground, it was just warm air and sand blowing into her face. She /thought/ getting beaten to within an inch of her life was the worse thing about these fights. Turns out it's getting beaten to an inch of your life while drowning in your own sweat and having sand /everywhere/.

It at least gave the Royal Triancian Marine Corps a chance to show off. The rotocraft skimming over the ground, sending out a torrent of sand from underneath it's twin engines as Jeannette's 'security' team made leaps from ten feet up, combat suits aborbing the impact, assault weapon systems pointed around them as they make a show of clearing the empty space below. Jeannette's one to follow after the rotocraft gets close to the ground, hopping off and having her shoes crunch aganist the sand itself, walking forward past the Marines as the aircraft pulls up, and moves quickly out of sight. She has a little fun removing her uniform coat, handing it off to a nearby Marine as she walks forward, underdress shirt tightly framed with a synthetic leather combat harness.

ANd yet all she could think of was how at least the Marines had air conditioning. This was a good shirt, too!

An approch to the woman in front of her, and a nod. "I'd prefer snow and ice. Easier to keep warm than to cool off. Let's see if we can finish this quickly, either way. I'm sure neither of us need this heat."

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "Snow and ice is way worse, heavy clothing just cramps your style and make it awkward to move around. And keeping the edge of your nose and ears warm is basically impossible. At least you can sweat off heat, withdraw to some golden land of ACs at some point," Krezentia answers, giving an exaggerated shrug. She does prefer comfortable clothes over winter coats, but even a good winter coat doesn't do much for your face. And using magic with mittens is awful.

    "Fast suits me just fine," she finally says, back on track, and looking indifferent to the solidarity show from Jeannette's soldier buddies. The Magi seems unimpressed, obviously taking the soldier in front of her lightly. That could be dangerous for her, but hubris was always one of the Magi's faults. All the more room to put her in her place.

    Signal lights buzz loudly off to the side, as the camera crews gear up and prepare. The lights blink red, red again, yellow, and then finally green-blue, and a loud siren announces the start of the match.

    Krezentia wastes no time, a thin blade of pure mana forming in her left hand, clenching around it. The unstable, green-purple weapon makes a distinctive beam weapon noise through the air as it swings, the Magi leaping to cross the arena in one bound, coming down on Jeannette from above with it.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
"AC would be absoultely heavenly right now." Jeannette says, smiling slightly, and motioning off to the stands. "I don't suppose one of us might care to strike their colors so we can just go into under one of those awnings, have a nice bowl of sherbert? I know I'm this close." She says, a previously-ungloved hand holding thumb and forefinger a bare half inch from each other. "I suppose my position would not allow me to live such a disgrace down, though. It'll have to wait until one of us is bloody and raw. At least one, that is."

She steps toward the fighter, as the Marines step back. They were here for a single reason; to make sure that the fight ended with the Commodore alive. A mix of protection and revenge that would not extend into the match itself. At the very least, they matched Krezentia's indifference with a wary caution. But their attention was on the fight as soon as it started.

At the ring of the siren, Jeannette's working forward herself, taking off at a run, but not able to leap like the woman in front of her. What she is able to do is move on the ground /quickly/, and, as the energy blade comes down on top of her, she's moving deftly, sliding to the left of the beam just as it comes down, letting it hit the air millimeter next to her shirt. Her off hand has a blade coming out, her body twirling to both slice at Krezentia's neck and move away from her, catching herself with only a bit of clumsiness in the sand.

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    The edge of the blade catches the Magi's neck; it doesn't seem to penetrate as much as it should in skin. Metal? If it's not metal there's something harder than muscle tissue under that skin, anyway. But whatever it is, she bleeds all the same, a streak of red, oily blood slowly forming where Jeannette's strike connected.

    The blade of mana is crushed as Krezentia tightens her hold on it, the purple and green energy flowing back into her hand and suddenly flaring up just a bit, forming a sort of glowing crowd around her fist. She doesn't bother moving back-- the soldier already distanced herself, and Krezentia has yet to determine whether she should push this opponent in melee or stay away.

    "I don't know about you but when we're done I'm going back to my place, it has AC and a slurpee machine. Pass on the sherbert, whatever the fuck that is."

    Flinging her palm open, Krezentia unleashes the magic gathered in, a small barrage of green orbs. They have some blunt impact to them, but nothing impressive. They could knock someone on their ass, but not burn their skin off.

    Immediately following that, she outstretches both hands, forming two blades of mana instead of one this time, and adopting a more defensive stance, though she looks ready to push in too if Jeannette doesn't pressure her back.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
Jeannette stands her ground for the moment, blade on her arm out and ready. She glances down to the blade, for just a moment, before smiling at the apperance of it. A quick motion displays the blade protruding from her arm to Krezentia, blood and all. "Well, It seems we have somethig else in common. Beyond our love of climate control, that is. I do wonder what other suprises you have in store. Oh, and /really/, show some open mindedness." She manages to get out, just as Krezentia begins her assualt, the blasts of the green orbs smacking aganist her chest, prssing her back. At the very least, the sand had a bit of an advantage; it was easier to dig into at a moment's notice, to stay upright under a kinetic onslaught, even one that left her bruised and slightly winded.

"That's not something I have." She gets out, the blade retracting into her arm as the hand flashes down. She was the type to keep the pressure on, but if she was going to wait with those blades energized and waiting for her... she wasn't going to do it by getting close. "I do have this." She says, drawing her automatic pistol and pointing it toward the woman. The flechettes inside were fast firing; to someone with reinforced skin or armor, it wouldn't do much more than rip up clothes and feel like a stream of pellets bouncing off, but it wouldn't allow them to sit still.

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "Why do I need an open mind? If you believe in something strong enough you think I should change my mind, you can knock it into me. That's what I listen to," comes Krezentia's short, to the point answer, as Jeannette pulls a rifle out and opens fire. Krezentia shields her face with one forearm, the bullets indeed tearing cloth (and a bit of skin, but falling short of tearing muscle or whatever the Magi's equivalent must be). At least she avoids getting any straight in the face, because that's be marginally more unpleasant.

    She doesn't stand still, though; of course that'd be a bad idea. She leaps back, and then straight up, her twin blades glowing brighter for a moment. "I'm MADE of surprises, you just haven't realized it yet. You, on the other hand, look like just another perfect soldier. You got anything besides a combat knife and a rifle in there?"

    The two blades are swung, while still up in the air; making an X shape, cross-slashing at the air between Jeannette and herself, the swords flare forward and out of the Magi's hands, launching straight for the soldier like two crossed shockwaves. These have more punch than the projectiles, able to cut. Through unarmored skin, anyway. Jeannette might be wearing some body armor that's better than it looks, so Krezentia can't predict the effect it'll have.

    She'll land afterwards (provided she's even given the time to), starting to gather large amounts of flashy green and purple magic in both of her hands. A spell circle has begun tracing itself under her, filled with German script and runes.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
"The only ideas one should knock into anyone else is how superior their tactics are." Jeannette says, lowering the weapon as she sees the damage the weapon had inflicted. Just as she's rushed toward by the enemy Magi. The blades come up to slash at her, crossing in front of Jeannette's body. The shirt itself is sliced up at the chest... which does, indeed reveal a form fitting skinsuit underneath, whose armor has only bee slightly scratched. "Of course I haven't." Jeannette says, after the attack has landed and Krezentia pulls back, calmly holstering her pistol. "If I'd realized it, they wouldn't be suprises. But if you're here for an education, by all means, let me provide it. First." She says, casually walking forward, holding up a singe finger. "It is /sailor/. I am a member of a naval service, and get rather rackled when I am refered to as some conscripted 19 year old sluming off for his two years."

She holds up a second finger. "Second. You probably thought this was a dress sword." She says, as she breaks off on a run, hand moving quickly to draw it in a flash just as she's on top of the Magi, a upwards, diagnaol cut aimed at her torso before she quickly ducks to the left.

"It is not.".

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "Really? A soldier's a soldier to me. Land, boat, air, space. You're still a wind-up puppet, strung up and doing whatever it's told. S'it really matter that much what you ride to get the job done? Or is this one of those rivalry things where space soldiers have to keep laughing at how dumb land soldiers are?"

    Prodding the hornet's nest with a stick, the Magi actually motions to catch Jeannette's blade as she comes swinging; her still glowing, charged up hand is cut into pretty deep as a result, but Krezentia tries to hold the woman in place, grinning.

    "Not that I know much about soldiers. But I do know if a soldier carries a sword around they probably know how to use it, ceremonial or not. So, what's this particular wind-up puppet have to say when you turn the key or pull the string?"

    The one hand holding the blade suddenly opens, letting it go; and at the same time, Krezentia raises her other hand. Both flash a bright green and purple, releasing a duo of charged shots. "Falschesgewehr!"

    Unlike the prior orbs, these have a plasma component, capable of scorching and searing to the bone if careless. More than likely, though, it'll just knock back and singe a bit, since they don't detonate on impact or anything like that.

    She's certainly hoping delivering them point blank will help, though she's also counting on toying with the sailor's nerve having some beneficial effect.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
Jeannette's expression falls for a moment as the blade itself doesn't do much damage at all to that reinforced skin on the Magi herself, esspecially as her hand is caught. "Maybe you should learn more about what you protest. There is the land, and there is the sea. And only a fool would think that one who plies her trade on rolling, living waves is the same as another who keeps their feet firmly planted on the ground." She does quickly move to try and get away from the woman once her hands are released, but it's certainly not quick enough for her not to take the full, (and it was the /full/) brunt of the attack aganist her. The plasma strikes her on the chest, causing her to yell out as she dashes into the sand, attempting to extinguish or clear the flames it causes before it can do more than melt the armor itself and charr the skin underneath.

Afterware, she manges to dig a hand into the sand below, coming to her feet, wincing in pain as she rises.

"The wind up puppet says you have a horrible Wingardian accent. Like you learned to speak German from a free website and stopped halfway through." She says, bringing her lips up in another small smile, before she braces herself, and charges forward. It was going right into the teeth of the enemy... which is why she wasn't leading off with a slash. Instead, her pistol was up again, firing bursts of fire, this time, attempting to draw her back before she's close enough for more sword work.

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "I didn't learn it, mom just programmed the attack names in. Didn't pick 'em. Your mileage may vary on accuracy. It's not like it's my native language or anything, though a lot of people in the Empire speak fluent German all the time. That and Latin, go figure. Can't just let shitty old languages die, gotta torture everyone with them," Krezentia says, still grinning.

    There's a flash of magic, and her features change-- the Magi's hair and her shirt turn rust red, and her eyes from red to bronze. "Clicking Junk." With only those two words, the sands of the desert suddenly rush upward, assorted junk surging from below and forming rapidly spinning shield around the young woman. Blades, jagged chunks of metal, sharpened gears like throwing stars, sectioned pipes with dangerous edges-- the orbitting trash is all very lethal looking, and all very sharp or piercing. There's medical junk and needles in there too.

    Bullets crash into the assorted trash, damaging some of it, tearing it apart, or just bouncing off. A few luckier bullets graze the Magi, cutting holes through her jacket, or drawing a harmless streak of blood across one cheek. Jeannette might have time to reconsider charging into melee if she's lucky.

    "Anyway, you mistake me for someone who cares. A soldier's a soldier's. It doesn't matter to me one bit which flag is on your uniform or what vehicle you're good at driving. And hey, if you care that much, you can still knock your opinion into me, go back on what you said."

    Krezentia lowers her hand, and the dangerous field of flying debris stops orbitting her, launching towards Jeannette like a rain of shitty blades and sharp trash. Some of her bullets might even be in there too, if they're intact enough to be swept up by the shield.

    For ONCE this weapon actually cooperates and gives her sharp toys to hurl at someone, she's going to use it, damnit.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
Jeannette's committed to her attack, at this point. Even if the rounds do miss and have no appreciable effect, verying off course and attempting to keep her distance would just leave the initiative in the other's hand. So she charges forward, still, half a league, half league, ectera, ectera, letting the blades slice into her skin, taking one in the arm that she /wasn't/ using, before rushing in to slice again. This time, she knew wahat to aim for, attempting to go for the arms that were what was attacking her, attempting to slice and open a deep cut before disengaging.

She stands to the side, afterward, bleeding from a dozen different wounds... including a rusty blade embedded in her for arm. It didn't go through all the way, though. No, it was /stuck/ there. It seems what was there probably wasn't all bone any more.

"Well, that's quite a statement. Programmed the attack names in. Seems like that would be quite a liability. Though I honestly shouldn't be surpised about the lack of intelletual curiousity. Got a launguage programmed into you, and you don't even explore it. A shame. Beauitful langague, really. Full of strength, aggression, that you just decided to leave to your loud yelling of commands. Given that we're already fighting, sadly, I'll have to leave the duel for another time. Or simply invite you to explore the sea for yourself. Come on, show some courage. There's pleanty of cruises."

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "I'm not the intellectual sort. If I need to know something about how a language works, I can pay someone to do it for me. Or just download the knowledge. They're just activation commands. It's no more silly than how some of you guys talk to your on-board computers like it's a baby."

    Another slash-- this one much more successful. Jeannette cuts into the Magi's left arm, a deep gash that leaks oily red liquid. It's not blood, it's not oil, it's just sort of... inbetween. Wires and metal can be seen in the wound, styled after muscle tissue under the skin. Krezentia takes a step back, wincing in pain for a moment, clutching the wound, but letting go when she realizes she can't just let the sailor keep attacking.

    "I never said I hated the sea, though. I have a hoverboard, I see plenty of water when I go places. Can't blame you for liking ships over tanks, but I still think it's a pointless distinction."

    Her features change again; this time, her hair and shirt turn white, and her eyes switch back to red. Her unwounded arm rises, palm open and pointed at Jeannette. "Freudenstachel!"

    Large icicles, about two to three feet in length and a foot tall, form rapidly in front of the Magi, emerging from a bright blue and white spell circle in front of her hand. They machinegun for the sailor, several firing every second; and the Magi really only needs to move her hand to keep aiming. Seems she intend to keep the pressure on this time.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
The sword is brought down after the cut, flicked violetly to let the red liquid slide of of it and flick across the sand. She's facing her enemy once more, and moving to charge again. Yes, this time there were more sharp things heading toward her... but they were lighter, and Jeannette was ready for them. Some of them slice through her remaining armor, small cuts appearing on her arms as they slide around, but the ones that would hurt quite a bit are caught by the sword; the blade flashing up to interdict the ice rounds that are sent toward her. Some slice, some shatter, some miss when she dances across the sand, intricately placed foot work almost twirling her toward the enemy.

When she reaches her, however, the sword that had been handling most of the work only flashed up in a fient. The real attack comes from the blade that was stored in her off hand, as she attempts to dig it into the Magi's shoulder, as deep as she could, before finishing her twirl, using the force of it try and retract the blade out of her enemy, and see her tossed aganist the sand.

"I never said you hated the sea... but you seem to lack a healthy appreciation of it. I'd superior about it, but the truth is, I am simply... sad. I'd be glad to have you as a guest of mine. I know an excellent sea side city that's wonderful for a short holiday. Unless you'd rather pay someone to take some snaps for you."

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    A deep thrust right into her shoulder. This time it goes all the way through, the increased resistance of the Magi not enough to really stop a direct hit like that. Sure, it lets her tank damage a bit better than a normal person, but it won't stop someone from using her shoulder like a sheath for their blade. Then she hits the ground, slamming into the sand-- a small mercy. Better sand than concrete or metal.

    Remaining grounded, Krezentia rolls to the side, lying on her back to glare up at the sailor. "Healthy appreciation is kind of pushing it. Don't you mean to say anyone who doesn't like it as much as you do is obviously doing it wrong? And yeah, honestly, I'd sooner just Google 'cool vacation snapshots at the sea'."

    Another shift in colors. This time, hair, eyes and shirt turn a fiery red and orange, flaming patterns visible in the shifting shades of crimson. Her left arm sliced, her right shoulder deeply wounded, she elects to just use the left arm, a massive hammer of lava and solid fire forming in that hand. "SULFURAS!" She lunges off the ground, and towards Jeannette, swinging the hammer with reckless (and violent) abandon.

    On impact, the hammer might even create a fireball, but the fact it's a big two-handed hammer made of lava is probably bad enough on its own.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
The blade's retracted into her arm after the throw, and, at the very least, she had managed to get something /satisfying/ into this fight. At the very least, she'd have that. It would have been nice if she would have remained on the ground for... actually a shorter amount of time, given what comes. "Oh, no. Not that at all. Granted, we do have room for healthy disagreement, but, and stop me if I'm wrong, but you look like someone whose never really settled on the rail of a ship at sunset and just enjoyed it for a quarter of an hour."

As the woman comes at her again, there's the sword one more time, brought up to defend aganist the massive hammer and doing a /rather/ poor job of it. The sword itself could have deflected lighter attacks, but it was clear that Jeannette's strength was not being in the area when an attack hit. She had to move up to have her forarm block, biting back a cry as she felt the impact crack artificially reinforced bone, skin charring and burning off after what's left of the shirt to reveal the protection underneath. She can't hold it for long, but hopefully she doesn't have to. Her freehand has her gripping the pistol and holding down the trigger. The remainder of the clip is sent in a focused blast up toward the woman's abdomen. One or two shots might bounce off or scar. That many at this rate of fire was liabel to drill a hole, like BBs into paper at a County Fair.

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "No offense, but I live in a floating castle made of solid gold that arbitrarily flies around the globe. If I want a good view, I can get one anytime I want, so I guess I'm just not that much into ships or the unique call of the sea."

    The pistol's payload, focused on Krezentia's stomach, does manage to pierce and draw blood, multiple wounds appearing before she intentionally hurls herself back before there's more lead in her stomach than there is robot parts and fleshy bits. She takes a moment to shake the pain off, glare down at her injuries, and then frown, evidently starting to lose her focus in favor of increased violence.

    "On the other hand, you're really starting to piss me off." 'Starting' is probably an understatement. The Magi isn't known for having a great deal of patience.

    Focusing power into her hammer, she suddenly brings it down, not on Jeannette (due to having lept back), but on the ground between the two of them. Flames gush out of the weapon, glassing and subsequently shattering the sand under the impact.

    The plume of heat travels underground, before suddenly surging up under the sailor, in an attempt to engulf her in a person-sized eruption of fire and very hot sand.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
Jeannette's reaction, of course, after she manages to force the attack off, pant, and stand up is, simply. "Oh." That's it for a moment, as she winces in pain, breathing deep, trying to control it. It's a wonder she was still able to grip on that sword, to ignore the pain of sand digging into burning flesh, before she shakes her head. "Oh, I didn't realize that. And I suppose, if the sea is amazing, the air is more so. A bit hurt, actually. Here I am, extending an invitation, and you clearly have the better domicile."

She tries to dodge again, perdict the attack where it comes. Her mind has to stutter through pain to find out exactly why she would strike a target that wasn't her. She gets the idea just in time to dash on the sand, but not fast enough to do much more that roll away from the worst of it, her legs still engulfed in flames and sand searing through the clothes, shrinking her undersuit and mixing it with more burned skin. It was a wonder, a /wonder/ she could even stand after that... but she does. Slowly, painfully. And then a breath, a deep one.

"Starting to piss you off. That's anger. Nothing wrong with that.. if you keep it under control. I know what it's like. That... siren call of umbarge and aderenline singing through your body. I assume you've felt something like it. I... feel it's better..."

She says, before another shuddering breath, and she's dashing forward through the sand. The pistol is reloaded, quickly, with a motion that can't quite be caught, and fired twice at her feet. The rounds explode in a haze of sand... as she was hoping to. Then the pistol is tossed into the air, and she's on top of Krezentia. Her armblade comes out again, still slick with that oily red blood, slashing along her torso, brought up to block a follow up, before the sword is spun, twirled up to slice vertically, up past her should, attempting to slice up her face, once. Then again, when it comes down, and finally a third attack, before she's twirled away again...

Just in time for her blade to retract, and the gun to be caught in the open hand, firing one of those hi-explosive rounds toward her chest.

"...to control it."

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "Air. Sea. Space. It's all a good view. That's kind of my entire point. There ain't a better option when you have equal access to all three. You're just biased because you don't."

    Chatter, though, won't save her.

    Numerous shots-- explosive ones, at that, and then slashes. It isn't too difficult to catch Krezentia in the strikes. Shots at her feet distract her, blades cut into skin and metal. And then another shot, straight for the chest. This one, she leaps back from, allowing the explosive round to impact sand and presumably go off, rather than put a hole in her chest outright.

    Bloody, with her clothes ragged, the Magi loses her confident smirk and grin, glaring daggers at the sailor. "Why do people always go for the face? I have two scars there already, I don't need a third, or a fourth. Really, you want to play the scarring game, I'll play it."

    A spell circle passes through Krezentia, shifting her colors again. Hair and shirt, caramel brown. Eyes, amber brown. She extends both hands to the sides, disregarding the pain in both arms. A pair of blades, one black, one white, appear in her hands, curved scimitars styled after the yin and yang. Energy builds up around her, practically arcing like bolts of lightning in the air.

    And then swords. A dozen, a hundred swords. Shitty swords, but a lot of them nonetheless. They all start rotating around the Magi like a tornado of blades, which slowly starts expanding.

    "UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS!"

    Cue the storm. There are a lot of swords everywhere, as the tornado expands to include Jeannette within it. The swords can't take a hit at all, and would break and disappear upon the lightest impact, but there's a lot.

    Eventually the steel twister dies down, as the copied weapon runs completely out of energy and Krezentia can't maintain it.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
Jeannette seems to want to offer a rebuttal to the last statement, opening her mouth... before closing it, and giving a tight smile. "Perhaps you are right. But surely, you must have a favorite vista. Something you want to see with your own eyes." She says, quietly, observing the damage she's done to the woman in front of her... and dreading the result, esspecially given the statement she uses. The 'Scarring game'. She really wasn't that ready to show off those scars on her face. Though maybe there was proper plastic surgery... Oh.

Jeannette pauses for a moment, as the magic spell forms below the woman in front of her. Colors shifting rapidly, like before the attack that still sears aganist her missing, charred skin. This time, it seems more... ominous. Esspecially with those swords raising, arcing energy, and then... so, /so/ many more of them, bursting up from the sand. "Oh. That... wasn't German."

The only statement she can think of before she's forced to hunker down. Her blade flashes out, to deflect one sword, to knock back another, but they just kept coming. What was left of an expensive undershirt is gone, her armor chopped up, weaken flesh slough off, her face cut. Her body felt every bit of pain those blades could bring, worse than the sand being pressed into every wound. And by the time the attack ends, she's bleeding badly. Blood covers her face, streams down her ripped apart arms. She didn't have much left in her, not now.

But she wasn't done. Not just yet. "I... apologize. I should give quarter. Soon. But I find myself... unstatisfied." She rasps, before stepping forward again. No tricks, this time, no fancy dancing. Just an attempt to take her blade and drive it through the woman's chest.

Krezentia Einjager (758) has posed:
    "I kind of do. I'll show you," Krezentia says, as the blades disappear from her hands. Her hair, eyes and shirt all turn purple, and she braces for Jeannette's incoming lunge. Gravity warps around the Magi, but a moment too late, and the blade cuts through her stomach. Fortunately, she's not human. It's not lethal. Unfortunately, it's still a blade clean through the stomach. It's painful, it messes her up-- and really, it's painful.

    She stumbles back, perhaps actually hurling herself back to not be on Jeannette's blade anymore, falling on her rear again, but sitting up this time. One hand moves to cover the wound from the front, while the other, hole in her should be damned, raises up above her head.

    "My favorite vista is black holes. There's something about watching the very manifestation of destruction do its work. The end of all things given form. I've been on a ship in orbit around one before, but I can make my own. It's almost as good."

    Above her hand, a tiny black dot forms, surrounded by a sudden, gushing wave of purple energy. It starts pulsing, and it starts eating. She doesn't have enough juice to fuel the real deal, but a single one will do.

    She manages a smirk, as she points the hand at Jeannette.

    "Graviton Cannon. Fire."

    The black hole blooms into a single, large ball, a brilliant purple core surrounded by a black, cloudy void which absorbs light. The shot won't eat or tear Jeannette to pieces, if she can't get out of the way, but it'll definitely subject her to more G force than is considered healthy, even for a super soldier.

Jeannette Thompson (410) has posed:
Jeannette manages to hold on for a scant few seconds more, twisting the blade slightly when it's dug in, before Krezentia can slide off of it. She wobbles on her feet, staring at the blade itself, how it's slick with the blood-like substance itself /all/ the way down the length. "I... didn't expet it would go... all the way through. I had, sort of hoped it would. Proves the... quality of construction." She mentions, before her mind goes back to what the Magi would show her. Her hand raising up is caught, knowing it couldn't be anything good, and her wounded body just screams at her to either take it and end this or throw her sword down and end this, and not to pull screaming, exhuasted, destroyed muscles to avoid the attack. She's only catching a bit of what's been said before her body leaps away from the shot itself. She did still hurt herself, of course. At this point, diving with exposed, burned flesh into a pile of sand couldn't /not/ cause pain, cause her to bite her lip until it draws blood. But that damage was miniscule, compared to what it would have been like to be pressed into the sand enough to have her bones broken.

She can feel the lick of gravity at her boots, though, compunding an already devilish situation with her body refusing to get up. She takes a breath, and shakes her head. "You... mentioned, before. I only choose the sea because I hadn't seen the others. I was... am, an...aviatrix. I have seen the sky... and the stars. The beauty of space is not it's end. The beauty is that it is.. endless."

She raises the pistol from it's holster, pulling to train it on Krezentia for perhaps the last time. "And that, I think, is worth beating into someone."

The trigger is pulled, sending an explosive round straight for her.

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    "I'm not human but I was built to be like one. It has its ups." She motions towards her gaping wound. "And its hilarious, painful as fuck downs," Krezentia answers, eyes keeping on Jeannette even as her shot launches. And then she levels her pistol, too. The explosive round's trajectory is slightly warped by the ball of compressed gravity, and ends up lodging itself into one of the Magi's legs. She remains grounded, watching as Jeannette avoids the Graviton Cannon shot. "So, yeah, swords hurt me. Shit's a sharp piece of metal and I'm half squishy meaty bits."

    Or at least, Jeannette dodged most of it.
    Which is what matters.

    "Lucky for me, I have a lot of weapons. You travel the skies and the seas, I travel through power. Frankly, it's much more satisfying."

    Another color swap; this time it's black hair and shirt, dark green eyes. Arthur Lowell's colors, staying in the theme of fucking with gravity for fun and profit. Mostly fun.

    "Gravity Wave."

    Her still extended hand sends a pulse of power towards Jeannette. It ATTEMPTS to strike her, not to damage her, but to turn her into a gravity well. All of the stray ammunition, junk, and even the sand would begin being drawn towards her, threatening her primarily through bullets and shell casings suddenly flying back at her, at presumably decent speeds.

    The effect would end before she's in any danger to sink into the sands too deep, but there's also the chance Krezentia wildly overestimated how much energy she has left, and the shot won't even affect the sailor.

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Jeannette isn't able to move from her spot, for the moment, chuckling a bit at the comments from the women come after her stab. "Oh, doesn't it now? Though what is life without a little suffering. You know, we're opposites, in that respect. I'm human, but I've been built to be a little less so. She shakily raises her arm again. The material that's exposed clearly isn't bone from those burns. It's something far tougher. It had to be, given how it's only cracked under those attacks...and, yes, those attacks did crack it. Which is why she was hoping that the last shot she had did the trick... and it didn't. It impacted a leg that seemed to be still operational. "Oh, Allah. You just don't... go... down." She says, her eyes closing for a moment. Expecting the end again. Really not able to do anything oh /Fuck/ it. Nothing about this fight said she was able to demand quarter from herself. Her arm pressed underneath her, attempting to get up, but only propping herself up just a little bit. Enough to show she was still alive, but plainly not enough to stand or dodge in time. A shaky hand moves to eject the speant clip from the pistol, searching her torn gear for another one, before that gravity wave gets sent after her. She ducks down... and, hear, at the very least, the sand would help her. As she was pressed down, deeper and deeper into it, it did an excellent job of being a makeshift foxhole. Junk sliced over a body that couldn't take much more slicing, to be certain, one bullet grazing an open would and causing her to yell into the sand, eyes squeezed shut, before the gravity wave can stop. She's half buried now, her head pulling up for a great breath...

And her non-gun hand rising from the debries thrown at her with one of the spare clips, which she jams into the pistol. There's a short electric whine of the capactior charging, before the rounds are spit toward Krezentia.

She didn't have time to figure out exactly what clip it was, or do anything but point the gun in the general direction of the Magi in hopes that it wasn't to gummed up with sand to stop working. The ones that do hit, if they hit, would be kinetic gel. Not meant to be lethal, but meant to spread into a disk, all the kinetic energy speant in pummeling someone than penetrating. She didn't use it before because... well, /look/ at Krezentia. She'd been stabbed through the stomach and was still standing and shooting /gravity/ at her. She could only hope it would be enough.

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    Kinetic gel rounds pelt the Magi, and indeed she does fall onto her back from her sitting position, finally. She sighs, and doesn't rise; rather, she just crunches the data in her head, and from the corner of her visions looks at all the warning bells and alarms ringing in her head.

    "I don't. That's kind of the point. I think that'll do, for data. Three, two to one. Something must be wrong on my end. Not enough. -- that's always the answer, though. Not enough."

    She frowns, managing to lift a hand up and clench it. "Well, this'll do. I'm out. Your win." Something clicks, and whirrs, and Krezentia takes a moment to speak again, too busy calculation wormhole positioning to focus. Damaged as she is she only has minimal power to spare.

    "Will seek more. For now, enjoy the seas and the skies." Purple light shines under the Magi, as a round, purple wormhole/portal just pops open under her. It eats the sand, and her, and then disappears completely. Some form of teleportation, most likely.

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Jeannette looked over her pistol, with a bit of dispair, given that she was still speaking... but there was a little hope in the fact that she was still on the ground, and not getting back up. Then again, so was she. She attempted to rise, a bit, struggling to even come to a proped up position, unable to even sit. She looked around for another clip, a discarded sword... anything to stop what could be coming before it did. And she almost doesn't stop at the annoucement that she was simply... out. She blinks for a moment, in disbeleif, voice creaking out in a slight amount of suprise, fighting past dry lips and a mouth full of sand. She's unable to get a question out before the Magi simply... dissapears, in a blink of an eye.

She takes a breath, and sighs, flumping her head back in the depression of sand it was in, closing her eyes as she heard the muted thump of combat boots heading her way. "What an odd individual... really should show her the sea from a proper perspective." She murmurs to herself, as she's lifted up by the security team, carried out toward the flaring rotocraft toward something air conditioned.

And with sherbert. She was going to be a stickler on that.