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Tap....tap....tap, the sound of feet running down the wet cobbled path could be heard, the familiar swishing of clothing being struck by high speed winds rang in her ears. She was catching up to him, but was this a good thing or a bad thing. Could she really fight him with everything she had? He had always bested her, yet she felt as though this time would be different, he would be defeated by her. That gave her stomach a churn. How could she turn her best friend in to her faction for punishment.

Turning the corner, her feet lifted as they touched upon the wall. Using the strength within her legs she pushed forward, jumping over the large river. As she began to fall, she felt the wind pushing back at her. Yet her land would flow in to a roll and she would take off once more. They were heading out of Logue Town and in to the hills. She could just let him go...say she couldn't catch up with him. Yet what he took...it was needed. She couldn't just let him get away with it, not if it meant possibly her friends lives on the line. She could still see him, running for his life. She was gone again, knowing that she could no longer play silly games. She needed to retrieve the documents, her feet moved. She seemed to blur moving fast, her vision zoned in on her foe completely shutting out everything else. Soon enough her body connected as she tackled the male.

The two bodies skidded to the ground, rolling away from each other before standing to their feet. The five foot 3 girl did not look very intimidating even in her dress like armour. Her hair now had grass and mud within it, her face a little wet with perspiration. Standing to her full height, she looked to the much larger 8" male, whose blond hair seperated in to spikes. "You still wear them" she uttered. This was ofcourse talking about the cross earings that he had on, these earing had once been a gift from Cerulean during their time together as trouble makers. The two became incredibly close....like romantically linked close. Honestly Cerulean felt as though she were madly in love with him. He was the first man she had ever given herself too and now this.

"Of course I did, I keep them as a reminder that even those you love can betray you. You are a sell out, a dog that we used to laugh at." the man said through gritted teeth. His black coat swayed in the ring, his hands moved, itching around the hilt of his first Katana. "I see your aiming for the Thunder Knight. I guess this is it. As Rear Admiral Cerulean Faith, I hereby place you under arrest, return the documents which you have stolen and come with me peacefully"She said, looking to the male. "Please Malachy" she whispered. Yet it seemed usage of the mans name did not have the effect she was hoping for.

"YOU NO LONGER HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY MY NAME" The man shouted in anger, his hand slid the thundererous sword from its home, revealing the slightly curved Katana. One she had seen many times before, now though it was named the thunder, it really had no dial within it unlike his Ice and Flame sword. This sword was what he used painly with his power of destruction. One that could be utilized with electricity. She herself had yet to master the power of destruction. Though she had her own unique styles, yet her aim was to not utilize them. She did not believe she needed them to defeat her old friend, skill and the single dial within her sword, the others in her pocket. Those are what she would use. She did not wish to kill him. Yet right now her job was what she had to focus on, many of her new family could perish if she allowed him to hand of those plans. It was not something she could allow.

So she slid Gem from her casing, the broadsword glittering in the final parts of sun before the clouds shielded it. The weather was turning, this would be a sad day for one of them. She was already broken inside that it had to come to this. That her best friend was now her enemy. It was not something she had invisioned, that Malachy and Cerulean would be anything but the best of friends, that they would soon clash. The blades met upon the battlefield. The sound of metal masked by the thunder that roared from the clouds above.

A dance begun, the two swords clashing, allowing sparks to fall from their heated contact, movements upon the ground were like two in a walts, every three steps begun a new formation, a new strike. Yet the Crimson Queens heart was not in it. She parried, she moved. She watched.  Had she gotten that good. To the point where Malachy looked like a beginner in the arts of swordsman ship. She saw so many opportunities, so many ways she could have ended this with death, yet she faltered. She did not wish to take the life of the man she once loved, she had to finish this in a way that did not mean death. He lunged for her and she parrried, her sword came downwards slicing the sheath that held the Ice Queen. Her pivot allowed her to duck low, swinging her leg outward though not in an attempt to take Malachys footwork, but to kick the Ice Queen in to the distance.

This was to eliminate his 3 sword style, perhaps he was not as powerful in wielding a single weapon compared to his three sword styles. She rolled to avoid her head being taken off, bringng up Gem to once again block the Thunder based sword. "Come on Malachy, if thats all you have, then your never going to win" She uttered, something strange came from her voice. Excitement, nerves of what would happen next. She had not been aiming to take down Malachy, not in the same way he had been trying to decapitate her. That was when the realization came in. If he had loved her like she loved him, then how could he be willing to take her life so easily.
it dawned upon her.

 

Within this realization, she had halted her movement, the sword he bore came down upon her, her eyes watched it as everything seemed to slow down. She had to move, the sword kept coming yet her body remained in its place. Cerulean you have to move, she thought to herself, yet it kept coming. Her finger twitched. Her free hand came upwards and grasped the blade, blood came from her hands yet her strength seemed superior within her adrenaline fueled fit of anger. She managed to avert the blade, rolling backwards before picking herself up, Gem within her hands. "It was a lie right? You never loved me?" she asked, a tentative whisper, scared of the answer. Yet no answer came, not in the form of sound.

Instead he drew his secondary sword, the flaming king better known as the Ember prince back in her day. As he held it, the blade redened from the heat dial installed. His thunderous sword crackled with lightning. She inhaled gently, it seemed she was right. "Then this is the end" "COME GET IT YOU MARINE SCUM"" he shouted, yet it was he who started running. Cerulean would take her other blade from its sheath with her bloody hand, the grip was hard to hold with blood flowing from her hand, pain also played a factor. But she did not have time to think of it for the thunderous sword came for her. It was easily met with Gem, and with a single pressure adjustment, the lightning from his POD seemed to absorb in to the blade. This stunned him. Shocked him for a second, enough she thought to allow Mini to come forth. Yet the flame blade came to meet her. Now stuck in a deadlock she would look in to his eyes. Cold...he was no longer hers..he had never been hers. She was stronger, better prepared. Even his elemental swords did not stand up to hers. Yet he played on her sore hand. Pressing the fire as close as he could. She grimaced, yet she had a plan. She pushed him forth using all her strength, he stumbled. She dropped her blades [silly yes] and spun, lowering as she did. The spin was to hide her movement as she grasped the Jet Dial. In one fluid movement she brought it upwards releasing it . She watched him sore. Flying in to the air. She watched him fall unable to do anything as he fell somewhat 30ms...she watched his body crumpled upon the ground. Unmoving, untwitching. She felt her heart shatter for the man she thought she knew. Silently she took the plans, lifted her swords and walked. She would send someone to clean up the mess.

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Within this realization, she had halted her movement, the sword he bore came down upon her, her eyes watched it as everything seemed to slow down. She had to move, the sword kept coming yet her body remained in its place. Cerulean you have to move, she thought to herself, yet it kept coming. Her finger twitched. Her free hand came upwards and grasped the blade, blood came from her hands yet her strength seemed superior within her adrenaline fueled fit of anger. She managed to avert the blade, rolling backwards before picking herself up, Gem within her hands. "It was a lie right? You never loved me?" she asked, a tentative whisper, scared of the answer. Yet no answer came, not in the form of sound.

Instead he drew his secondary sword, the flaming king better known as the Ember prince back in her day. As he held it, the blade redened from the heat dial installed. His thunderous sword crackled  with lightning. She inhaled gently, it seemed she was right. "Then this is the end" "COME GET IT YOU MARINE SCUM"" he shouted, yet it was he who started running. Cerulean would take her other blade from its sheath with her bloody hand, the grip was hard to hold with blood flowing from her hand, pain also played a factor. But she did not have time to think of it for the thunderous sword came for her. It was easily met with Gem, and with a single pressure adjustment, the lightning from his POD seemed to absorb in to the blade. This stunned him. Shocked him for a second, enough she thought to allow Mini to come forth. Yet the flame blade came to meet her. Now stuck in a deadlock she would look in to his eyes. Cold...he was no longer hers..he had never been hers. She was stronger, better prepared. Even his elemental swords did not stand up to hers. Yet he played on her sore hand. Pressing the fire as close as he could. She grimaced, yet she had a plan. She pushed him forth using all her strength, he stumbled. She dropped her blades [silly yes] and spun, lowering as she did. The spin was to hide her movement as she grasped the Jet Dial. In one fluid movement she brought it upwards releasing it . She watched him sore. Flying in to the air. She watched him fall unable to do anything as he fell somewhat 30ms...she watched his body crumpled upon the ground. Unmoving, untwitching. She felt her heart shatter for the man she thought she knew. Silently she took the plans, lifted her swords and walked. She would send someone to clean up the mess.

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