Bolt Through The Heart (Quanxi X F.OC)

-Control Or Domination II-

It felt like her blood was trying to force its way through her skin.

Her veins bulged on her face as she coughed out blood splatters.

It felt like her organs were blown up like balloons ready to pop.

It felt like her bones were being vibrated with enough power to shake themselves into dust.

It felt like her body was one fire.

And Makima just swung a punch.

And her arm had gone flying, punch clean off at the elbow, the rest of her arm bones splintering and flopping around like paper in the wind.

With a halfhearted punch from the other, Makima found herself with a soccer ball hole in her chest.

"AAAAH!" Sei grabbed her face, smashing her palm into it, squishing her nose under it, slamming her head into the concrete, blasting a crater into the surface of it before, while dragging her across the ground momentarily, span around and threw her through the air, sending her through several buildings.

Sei panted, coughing, it felt like she was suffocating, unable to get enough air into her lungs no matter how much she tried, feeling blood pool out of her eyes and nose along with her mouth.

Sure this boost of strength had reset her body to the start of the fight, forcing a complete heal but it was also tearing her apart from the inside.

She aimed up a finger gun before bending down her thumb and unrolling the rest of her finger, like with the first devil she fought for China, aiming four fingers.

"Bang!" And blasted the buildings clean through, knowing she hit Makima.

Crouching for a moment, she leap through the sky, intercepting the other sister when she floated up, body parts connecting.

She grabbed the ankle before Makima could have kicked and span on herself for momentum, throwing her down with all her strength, the strength of the throw sending her flying upwards and Makima crashing so hard that the dust cloud created flew up into Sei's face.

Sei watched before jerking, bending in half and spitting blood all over herself.

She landed in an unstable crouch and fell on one knees, mouth agape with her hands around her throat, hacking up everything she had in her which wasn't much, only blood.

Her arms and legs felt like they would fall off, her muscles pulled and pushed to the max, unused to such power in a body so weakened.

But for once, when she saw Makima stand again, she had an unsure look on her face even if she might not know.