The Ark

An Old Saintess

"Entertain you?" Lappland said as she stared down her opponent, seeing if there was an opening in her stance. "I can't wait to see you bleed on the floor."

The woman could only sigh at those words. "I haven't heard those words in a long time."

A smile started to creep on her face, closed yet wide as her eyes reminded half open. Felt as if a sly fox was looking at Lappland.

Lappland didn't feel anything from the woman's smile as to her this was no different than random riff raff she dealt with back in Siracusa.

However Lappland couldn't help but notice that unlike many wannabe mobsters in Siracusa, the woman had an air of confidence. Rather a better way to explain is a lack of fear.

The wolf bent her knees and launched herself in one smooth motion quickly closing the gap, her twin blades roaring to go.

The woman didn't move her legs as she raised her spear. "Frontal attacking, no tricks. I like you already."

The gray light surround Lappland's blades once again as she ended up within striking distance of the her opponent. She brings her blade down like a hammer aiming for the woman's vitals.

The woman raised her spear allowing the wooden shaft to take the brunt of the attack.

Lappland, someone who could easily slice a tree like its butter was confronted with an odd truth. The average sized spear which would normally crack under the weight of her attack simply didn't.

The woman moved the spear in such a way, basically riding the attack and parrying it.

Realizing her first attack didn't work she quickly raised her other blade, cutting the air and rushing towards the woman's neck.

The woman barely moved her head, making Lappland's fatal attack barely miss. The distance between the blade and the woman's neck was so small she could feel the energy within Lappland's blade gaze at her neck.

Finally seeing how strong Lappland was and being impressed by the speed of the wolf, the woman decided to lift one of her legs and kicked Lappland.

Lappland could only bring one of her blades to tank the blow as she felt the foot connect to her chest sending her flying to the other side of the room next to Apollo and Cliffheart.

Cliffheart moved in front of Apollo wanting to talk to Lappland to calm her down but before she could, Apollo placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Why are you stopping me? Lappland is fighting someone who could potentially be talked to." She asked.

"Simple, I want to see Lappland and the woman fight. After all, Lappland seems to love fighting and the woman pushed her into one." He said as he looked at the woman.

The woman's eyes didn't show a hint of worry in regards to Lappland's attacks, yet you couldn't say she was looking down on the wolf girl either.

Lappland didn't waste any time in getting back up. Her eyes narrowed as she continued to stare down the woman. With the gray light still radiating from Lappland's swords she swung her blade.

From the swing came a crescent shaped arts attack of similar color. Then another crescent and another. Lappland launches countless projectiles colored like the moon at the woman covering as many ways of escape as possible.

The woman looked at the attacks, her calm expression didn't leave her face. She lifted her spear before slamming back on the ground, forming a shockwave that permeated throughout the room.

All of Lappland's attack grew dimmer and dimmer until they fizzled out of existence as if the attack was never casted.

"I'm impressed, each attack had such force behind it with your body fueling i-"