The dark angel didn't take too lightly to being on the losing side of a fight.
The metallic taste of blood was heightened as he was delivered a punch to the stomach. His vision blurred momentarily as he kneeled down to the ground. Damn, she got him good. He couldn't help but laugh at that one; that's what he gets for being caught off guard. The red liquid dribbled from his chin and onto the dirty clock tower. He was a fucking mess, a bloodied boy taking on something he couldn't handle. His black clothes were stained with drops of scarlet, while the woman that stood across from him had nothing more than a few scratches and purple bruises.
How the hell was he reduced to this and she wasn't?
His blood red eyes darted to the angel unconscious angel next to him. White wings had splotches of carnelian decorating them. Feathers surrounded the limp body, creating some sort of twisted symbolism that Dark Pit didn't feel like analyzing.
The idiot was still lucky to be breathing.
"Wimp," Dark Pit muttered as he struggled to stand, knees wobbling, body feeling as heavy as lead. The raven-haired boy held a death grip on his Dark Pit Staff as he cursed the situation he found himself in. He was the only Smasher left to handle this new threat. Not even that new swordsman and those red-eyed draconic silverettes could handle her, this woman that called herself a witch. She was unreal, each and every word laced with seductive sarcasm.
She'd be pretty damn sexy if she currently wasn't kicking his ass.
"Can you handle it, little angel?" she cooed, treating Dark Pit as if he was some little child that couldn't reach the top shelf.
"Don't call me – "
His sentence was cut short as he was met with purple bullets to the face. The staff flew from his hand, splashes of blood accompanying it. A scream of agony left his lips as he fell to the ground, his body refusing to cooperate with him anymore. Breath ragged, the dark angel shakily reached out for his weapon, only to cry out in pain as a jet black heel stepped on his hand.
"Ah, ah, ah…Dark Pit, is it not? You've had your fun for today."
"Bitch," he growled in response. His eyes shot open as the witch twisted her foot, looking down upon the angel that cringed in agony.
"A child using such foul language. That goddess should have taught you better."
"What…is your name, you vile witch?" Dark Pit asked, making eye contact with his opponent. "So I can accurately describe the woman I plan on defeating later."
The woman smirked, winking sultry as she held Scarborough Fair in the Dark Pit's face. A small chuckled left her lips.
"The name's Bayonetta, sweetheart."
The triggers were pulled.
"It was a pleasure meeting you."
L'ange déchu et la sorcière noir – French for "The Fallen Angel and the Black Witch".
Hey, 'tis be Mika here and I don't know shit about Bayonetta. Time to do some spoiler-filled research. Also can't write action scenes, but that's an entirely different problem.
You know you're screwed when you start shipping Bayonetta and Dark Pit. Gotta go through the arduous process of thinking of ship names. Kuronetta, anyone? Kuronetta. Fucking hell, Mika. Get a life.