Bria's eyes widen at the sudden maneuver, but she clamped down on her nerves just in the nick of time. She did not arrive to be defeated in battle so easily... she evaded to the side in hopes of the predator missing her attempt. She rolled in a professional manner before kipping up.
By the time Bria shifted her movements and got back on her feet, Razura had already been crowded within her range, standing about an inch from her. She was far from being ordinarily quick.
Krysta gasped and winced at the sheer speed and ferocity of the spiky haired damsel. She clung onto the pot as if afraid she might drift away, trying to watch the skirmish but constantly having to look away, unwilling to see Bria hurt.
Bria jumped to her feet just to have shock build in her view, jolting back in surprise, eyeing up at the tall woman. "Wha-" Her eyebrows furrow in disbelief, staggering back a moment. She exploded from where she stood in a burst rush, running toward Razura to throw her white hand-wrapped fists at her.
Tilting her head, using her own wrists to deflect Bria's attacks at a quick but normal pace- at least for her- Danya's face grew amused while defending. "Hah! Is that really all that you've developed since you stabbed me in the back?" She asks this, her voice at ease- as if not troubled at all.
Brianna growls in frustration, noting at how skilled Razura advanced in such a short amount of time. "Fuck no!" She screamed back, stooping down in a rushing attempt to sweep at her feet with her own.
Razura bears her teeth through the process, laughing heartily. "Just as I thought!" She grinned evilly, before hopping into the air to miss the sweeping kick. She launched as high up to the trees before skyrocketing to slam her powerful feet from above the martial arts fighter.
Krysta crumples against the lamp post, whimpering and holding her bruised face. The sketchpad falls down to her feet as she dropped it. "Bria! Watch out!" She ducked for cover.
Bria caught sight of the steering woman ready to smash her. Wearing a face of determination, she managed to leap backward, flipping in the air to land perfectly on her feet. She avoided Razura successfully before the woman crushed the earth, sending out a thunderous shockwave from within the ground followed by a disastrous vibration.
Krysta stumbled and collapses on her knees, squealing out in panic as a large crack streaks through the concrete like lightning and darts between her feet. She snatched her sketchpad before it could fall into the fissure.
Revealing her claws again as they came into view, Razura dashed for Bria once more in a swift manner, completely careless in the harm she delivered toward the earth.
Bria took a small step back as she waited for Razura to come within range, and growled out of irritation, swatting to the side a sharp hand the clawed woman shot at her. They were in a collage, carting their own attacks. The dreadlocked female seemed to be well focused enough to avoid those reckless talons, while the spiky haired threat read those quick fists proficiently.
Krysta watches the fight with horror, unable to glance away. She mumbles in panic, and starts clawing over herself, desperate to help, digging under her armor to find her Ladyshooter.
While exchanging blows, Razura found an opening as she drove a balled fist up and into Bria's gut, sounding all too painful. Bria withdrew from the undetectable strike, her dreadlocks whipping into the air as her eyes closed out of affliction. A grunt left her lips, clearly not able to defend against Razura's unpredictable speed.
Krysta shrieks in extreme hysteria, spotting the hit but is unsure if claws penetrated flesh. She cries after Bria while pulling the gun out. She only whimpers again, finding it's not the Ladyshooter, but the fake radiation gun, the ping pong popple gun she was scammed into buying.
"Don't you hurt her!" She screamed, now aiming the toy weapon at the large menace.
Bria drew a sharp breath with wide eyes, unable to hide the rush of pain within her body. She was slow to calculate what the strong and deadly woman planned on dishing next.
Razura smirked in delight, proud at the accomplishment of ending the clash of blows victoriously. She brought a hand to roughly grasp Brianna's dreadlocks in a locking grip. With immense speed, she effortlessly spun her at a deathly pace, those feet swinging through the air as Bria cried out to stop. The threat did not pay any mind, laughing hideously while twirling constantly at a 360 degree angle, having a field day with her prey.
Tears streamed down the face of Krysta, staring at the horror with a heart-crushing terror in her chest. She started to fire ping pong balls at Danya, "I SAID LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Bria grew lightheaded at the torture given to her. She had her hands latched onto Razura's as to try pulling them off her hair, but it was no use. It hurt deeply, feeling those dreads on the verge of tearing away from her head. She clenched her eyes shut while whirling cruelly in Razura's deadly grasp, hearing Krysta's cries from around them.
While still jerking Bria around with no exertion, Danya halted out of disturbance when feeling irrelevant balls smack into her. She stopped as well as Bria did, her body stilling, though her feet was still well off the ground. With an aggravated scream, almost as if her attitude shifted drastically, she swung Bria one last time- though this time, it was a powerhouse toss, heaving the smaller black woman into a lamp post.
"Agh!" Brianna yelped when being hurled toward the suddenly intimidating obstacle she could not stop herself from. She shut her eyes, bracing herself for the impact.
Krysta was quick to leap up into the crashcourse, zapping into position with a purple burst of mist as she caught Bria in a protective embrace, but just got bowled along into the lamp post as she slammed into it, it snapping in half from the deadly impact. She hit the ground with a painful wince, holding Bria tightly. Lights flash on her armor as the high-tech shock absorbers soak some of the impact.
Razura turned on her feet to watch the display take place in front of her, frowning at the effort from Krysta to aid Brianna in her landing.
"WHO ASKED FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE?" she snaps at the downed duo it seemed, but her words regarded to Krysta.
Bria groans out of pain, holding her head from the twisting trauma- too occupied in easing her migraine to snap back into action. Krysta winces and throbs with an aching pain from the hard crash, though she cradles Bria in one arm while the other shakily points the ping pong ball gun at Danya threateningly. She's sitting back on the floor, holding onto Bria.
"I... I won't let you hurt her!" cried Krysta, that popple gun trembling in her hand.
"Hmph, to hell you will." Razura retorted with a hostile voice, marching her way toward the proned women.
Krysta grits her teeth, tightening her embrace on Bria. She fires the gun a few times, sending another trio of harmless balls at Dayna as they bounce off of her figure. The gun began to clack weakly after a while, no more small objects flying out.
She snapped her gaze at the weapon in fright, clicking the trigger button desperately as she realizes she is out of ammo. With a lurching toss of the useless gun toward Razura, Krysta brings both arms to secure Bria from the threat out of hopelessness. "S-Stay back!"
Razura growled down at the blonde woman out of disgust, shaking her head in disapproval before bending down slightly to coil her fingers around Krysta's windpipe in an aggressive custom.
"Let go of the dreadie. Now," ordered Razura with narrowing bleak eyes.
Krysta gazes across at her petrified as her throat clips and cracks, her face fails and comes only as a quiet, horse gag. She stares back with wide, teary, frightened eyes. As the hand squeezes around her throat, so do her arms around Bria. "...Gh... gh..un.."
"I said LET HER GO!" Razura yelled wildly, amplifying pressure within that hand gloved around Krysta's neck as she pulled up roughly.
"Ghhg-" Krysta choked harshly, being jerked into the air as she was forced out from under Bria. She was held up, those feet dangling desperately for the ground. She tried to fight back, throwing weak hands toward the dominant woman. "L-Let go! P-Please!" She gasps while struggling to breath, the color fading away from her face.
Razura smirked, not saying anything in reply but continued to channel more power into the hostile hold, squeezing the dear life of Krysta with just that one hand.
Bria seemed to return back to reality, feeling the physical force leave from Krysta. She shoots her eyes open, hearing the retches nearby. "Krysta?!" She perks her head around in alert, her expression contorting in revulsion at the sight of Krysta's life inching away. She wheezes in alarm, jumping to her feet despite her pain, snapping her gaze to the predator.
"RELEASE HER YOU BITCH!" She rushed at Razura, driving a hard punch toward her jaw in which it connected critically.
Danya cringed from the sudden blow by Bria. She hadn't expected for her to recover so quickly- the woman retracted, that hand slipping from around Krysta's neck as she staggered back. "Maldito seas," she hisses.
