Everything was happening so fast, the movements from her allies, the pumas own retaliations, her eyes watched it all, as her body shook from exhaustion, her hand wavering from its risen state but returned to its upright position with shaky movements, the wind was spiralling around, the blood having already showing the visibility of the winds high velocity movement, pain was shown in the contortions of her bruised and bloody face. She had yet to master such a technique, thus the blades would dip in to her skin, ripping her arm here and their. Wincing in pain, all she could do was will it, will her power to flow. As the fishman, the human and the puma wrestled, fighting for dominance. Melissa would bite her lip. Today had shown her something. Today had shown her that Leonidas was not the same man she thought he was, it had shown her that the fishman was different.....that the time apart had dented such a solid foundation. IT had shown her that as a grown woman, Coniko's pervertions irritated her more than ever, that she could not throw the sick feeling she got in her gut when he made comments like that.
But most of all, it taught her the most important thing, how much she loved these two boys, differences and all. She loved them so much, she was willing to give her life for them, she would do anything for her brothers. Anything to make sure they lived a life that they were proud off....but she would not stay, would not remain with them for long. She had some soul searching to do, she had to find herself before she could find others. This also increased her decision on leaving Leparo, she was not ready for commitment or love, she needed to be her.
Her hand pulsed, strengthening with the wind, her technique was ready, but it was to powerful to release while her comrades were in the way. Deep breaths would follow, she moved, her speed dampened by the sand, yet as the Puma and her comrades struggled with one another she would smile at her family. "PUSH HIM THIS WAY" she would shout. If this were done, if the Puma managed to be thrown towards her, the young female would ram her right hand forward, pushing forth with the power of her technique, if her hand were to connect with the puma, the wind would dance from it. Erupting forward into a blood stained tornado of death, the red wind howling rapidly, as if it were screaming, hence the name she had blessed the technique with, Titanias screaming fist. This wind would dance forth erupting into the chest of the puma, as Melissa screamed in defiance the puma would scream in pain. The spiralling tornado that would strike into and slice the very flesh of the puma would then eject from the puma's body from the opposite end creating a clear slicing hole. Hopefully her two allies would be smart enough to clear the five meter diameter and 8 meter range of this technique, The puma had not. The scream it released died out as its blood littered the sand. The tornado screeching as it rotated slicing through the body over and over again until it died down to nothing but a forgotten whistle.
The puma and Melissa stood still, the wounded female and the deceased puma falling to the ground in unison, her hand bled, her arm bled. Blood splattered her and covered her, a mixture of the cannibals own and hers. Exhaustion took her, yet she managed to put her left arm up and give her comrades a thumbs up. Knowing they would take care of her, take her to get patched up, she was simply exhausted, she was losing blood but her life was in no danger. She saw darkness and smiled. sleep would take her.
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