Krysta was looking around for Bria, not even presenting any attention to the villainous woman approaching her madly. Eventually, she was enclosed, no where to run now. She froze at the intimidating size just inches from her, thinking of horror at what could possibly happen. Where was her Bria? Time was ticking, and she could only sustain so much hope until it was too late.
She saw a strike rushing to her face- no where near as fast or strong enough to do anything about it, Krysta took the hit with a loud smack, tumbling away to the floor muffling a cry. She lands on her front, chest down on her sketch pad. Her phone skidded away out from her grasp, scraping against the concrete to a far distance.
Razura curled her lips in dismay, glancing at the now sprawled blondie in disgust after backhanding her across the face. "You make me sick; what a pitiful human God turned you out to be," she mumbled, wandering over again. However, she had not been walking toward Krysta, her attention had been sealed on her phone.
Shutting her eyes, she braced herself for the ruthless Razura to harm her again. Anyhow she only heard those hollow footsteps pass her, and opened her eyes in relief to watch her attacker ease by. Krysta spotted her on course to her phone and quickly scrambled back, trying to salvage her pad as well. A purple mist suddenly formed around the phone, pulsing once and was sent back between Danya's feet, launching back towards the blonde woman before Danya had the chance to crush it.
A puzzled expression was worn across the clawed woman's face after witnessing the phone somehow escape her range.
"...What?" She asked so confusedly, glancing now at the blank ground before warping around. "What did you do?!"
Krysta scooped her rebounded phone from the ground, scurrying backward as she thumbs at the screen again. On her screen displayed the most meaningful people of her life, as she debated on which person to contact. Speed dial number one, Bria; Speed dial number two, Alin. After about the quickest second of lingering consideration, she glances around again and winces after making a snap decision. She puts her faith in Bria and tries calling a third time.
Razura gritted her teeth, clenching them so tightly as she gloomed upon at the fearful woman.
"I have grown so tired of your presence now, puta!" She snaps, ascending a razored hand in preparation for her slaughter. "Vete de la existencia!"
She charged at Krysta from a far gap, shouting at her as her claws were ready to deal the massacre.
Krysta gaped at the woman before her, reaching closer as time went on. She dares one final glance around the area and recoils in horror. She mumbles meekly and then turns to try and run for it, shrieking in panic. "No no NO!"
A critical blow was heard from behind Krysta as Razura was about a foot away from piercing into her flesh. All that was heard was a muffled and painful grunt. The blonde woman jolted at the destructive thud into the earth- though she doesn't dare turn around, shaking away from her possible theories. She slowed to a halt, stumbling and eventually falls to her knees and then rump. Clutching around her plated chest tightly, she bowed her head, shivering and sniffling in fright. The side of her face was painted with a swelling bruise.
"Enngh!" Razura scudded into the small wall from the impact nearby, her body whipping into it as a small dust of debris falls upon her creating a misty fog.
Krysta trembles, sniveling for a long moment, hardly daring to look around or move. When she finally musters the courage, she gingerly looks over to where Danya went, and then over her shoulder to see what had happened.
There, she would be able to perceive the only person she dedicated all her trust to, Brianna Crawford, standing in a renowned stance, defiance in her eyes as she offered such a harsh glare toward the damaged wall. She gritted her teeth angrily, balling her fists. She wore blue tights with white highlighting outlines, tribal tattoos spread on her arms and chest while her carmine dreadlocks fall on her shoulders.
The shocked woman murmured Bria's name in silent relief, her faith well placed. She clutched her crumpled pad for dear life and skedaddled behind her- behind the lamp post even. "B-Bria! She- she tried to- she was- she... she..."
"Don't talk, Krysta," her savior remarked in her usual Chicago accent, a hand extended out from behind herself to signify reassurance.
Debris stirred in front of the duo, small and large bits mashing, ramming and falling off of each other as Razura took a while to gather to her feet. She strained and pushed on her hands to stand.
Sagging against the post, Krysta held her arms around it and sunk to her knees, whimpering out of her mouth. Fear and relief clashed with such a chaotic force inside her that she palms at her eyes, unable to hide her tears.
Razura hisses through the brief affliction, managing to stand with great balance as if never hit. She took a moment to scan Bria with her eyes from head to toe, observing her appearance for the very first time in several years. She came across as though she were unimpressed- however, she brought her sharp hands to clap them sarcastically.
"Bravo! Bravo! Was that not wonderful?" She found herself beginning to snicker diabolically. "Stunning entrance you pulled off there; I will have to give you a 9.5 out of 10!" She said out of dark humor, flashing a vague smirk at the black woman before her.
Bria didn't think twice on taking her eyes off of the menace. She focuses on her critically, glaring at her.
She remained at a distance until further notice... so she planned to, anyway. "What the fuck is wrong wit'chu? Is you permanently jus' loco?!" She frowned deeply, "Leave my boo outta' this shit, its between you and me! It always been!"
"But of course it is, darling!" exclaimed Razura with a broken laugh, gesturing with a hand, "You see... I've always tried to fetch you but you were just so secretive... cowardly! As opposed to facing me like how true women do it, you failed..." She spat.
Krysta wiped at her face, a mess of swollen, bruised skin, drops of blood and a smeared streak of makeup all scattered around. "We- we don't need to do this! Be careful Briaboo, she's- she's... insane! Dangerous!"
She sniffs, clutching to the pole. She sounds afraid, and not just for herself.
"It's too late now, honeypie!" The villain yelled out, glancing over Bria's shoulder beaming a spine chilling grin, suddenly then launching herself to attack Bria head on.
"Bria! Look out!" Krysta squealed and averted her gaze, her grip on the lamp post tightening out of worry.
"Su tiempo ha llegado, Brianna!" Razura roared, both hands of claws out to unleash her massacre.