With what strength she had left she blocked the attack as much as she could. The force behind Jigual's attack was too much, as her blade slipped, allowing the strike to hit her shoulder, lodging itself between flesh and metal. The scream Crystaall produced nearly tore apart any glass around her, but her anger also rose. As Jigual looked into the eyes of his opponent, about to take his knife out, a questioned look took position on his face. Crystaall's eyes had begun to glow red. Out of spite, Jigual tried to stab her in the chest, but was met with retaliation as a metal right hook caught him in the jaw, sending him back a few inches. Picking up her sword from the ground and pulling out the one lodged in her left shoulder, the possessed girl began to walk toward him. Blood dripped down her left shoulder, but Crystaall could not feel the pain, for her rage had activated the power she took from the A.I. Her senses had heightened and her agility had increased. The rage diminished the pain to just feeling the trickle of blood down her figure, and rage had taken over so badly that she couldn't control whether she showed this man mercy or not. Twirling the swords in her hands she took one step and sprinted toward the man. Everything she did was a blur to Jigual, the man was completely helpless. Strike after strike, twirls and side-steps, Crystaall unleashed blade strike after blade strike at her opponent, her speed was as fast as lightning. Jigual had no time to react to these strikes as he took each and every one of them. After she had completed her fury of strikes, the young hunter prepared herself for the final blow as Jigual was left dumbstruck. Though she could not perform the task as her eyes began to return to normal and she fell to her knees. Jigual fell backwards, only to grunt and moan at the wounds he had recieved, although none of them were fatal. Coughing blood from a strike at his chest, he tried to speak.
"So... was that you or the A.I princess?"
"It was both."
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"I'm not a murderer, unlike you."
"How do you know I won't come after you?"
"I cut the nerves on your arms and legs. You don't have enough weight in the Black Sun to grab four prosthetic limbs. We're done here."
"You're mother... begged for her life."
Without a second thought Crystaall stood up and threw Jigual's sword at him. Flying through the air, it hit the ground, catching his pelvis and than flipping higher in to the air and landing the blade into his throat. Sighing, Crystaall could no longer hear the sound of blaster fire or screams of death. Sounds of victory was truly all she could hear... but at what cost.
"Crystaall! Holy Sithspit what happened!?
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