With the moon hanging beyond the horizon, the stars strung up high in the sky and the southern lights shining brightly overhead...the two were squared off and prepared. Adapter stepped up, slowly coming forward a few steps as she smiled.
"73, this is gonna be our last bout you know..." She nodded to her sister, as even with this no doubt fatal encounter, she was more than happy to share it with her. "Let's make the most of it."
"I know we both will, it's in our blood." She stepped forward too, matching Adapter pace to pace, stopping just as she had. "So enough with the talking, and let's get to it."
"If you insist..." Adapter tensed up, her smile widening into a full grin, her golden eye shining brighter with her excitement. "Here we go...sister!"
She sprung off the ground in a sprint, Z73 matching her energy both physically and mentally, seeing as she was also pretty excited for this. One last fight is always an entertaining thing when it's with the only person who can stand to you.
They leapt off the ground, the final paces between them cleared in a bound as they collided mid-air. Knees bent and legs crossed, they have a final staredown suspended in the air.
It was time to throw down.
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They fell back apart from one another, their hands up as the fight started proper at their little clash in the air. Though, somewhat expectingly, Adapter aimed to capitalize on the exhaustion Z73 had accrued during her long fight up here, no matter how small it may have been.
She pushed forward, a thrown punch caught by her sister that she leaned further into, pushing Z73 backwards and towards the door. "You know, maybe I should have given you a few minutes to catch air yeah?"
"Maybe, but it's a bit late now, so pipe down and keep them coming."
Adapter grinned as her response, ripping her hand away and kicking her sister back. Z73 slid all the way, stopping just short of the door before she found her balance.
She looked up from steadying herself, already seeing Adapter flying through the air with a kick aimed for her nose. 73 twisted her body, letting the kick miss by a hair before she grabbed Adapter, spinning her around and tossing her into the door herself.
But that door was never designed for something like that.
It was smashed open, Adapter flying through and right down the stairs, almost comedically so before she stopped at the mid level point and slowly got herself up. The tumble down some stairs was definitely a bit more painful than the door smash, but she's still in good condition.
Looking to the top of the stairs, Z73 had entered the stairwell and jumped to the rails, sliding down towards her to continue the ass whopping. Thinking quick, she grabbed the rail and pulled hard as she could, the loud groan of metal the only precursor before the rail was pulled free from its supports.
