She dashed up to the woman in the air, leaping up to slam the bottom of her knees upon Razura's inner shoulders as if sitting around her neck, facing her front. Danya slammed back down into the ground with Bria on top of her, pinned under those knees. Building up her strength, channelling them into her now balled hands, Bria trampled them down onto the face of her foe in a barrage of blows as quick as a typical speedster. The punches were critical, Razura's head cringing and bobbing against the ground from the velocity of pressure.
Krysta ducked her head to look away. It seemed that was what she had been doing for the last several minutes, holding her bruised side and keeping her eyes shut, not daring to witness the violence with every nasty sound.
Even through her rampageous state, Mercy had to draw back from the speed of Bria's quick hands. She imagined those fists hammering into her, so utterly astonished.
The Chicago woman continued her slaughter not stopping at all. She fired out all of her rage in one shot, "THIS IS FOR KRYSTA! THIS IS FOR DESTINY! I AINT EVER FORGIVING FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HER EITHER!" She yells into her fury, connecting harshly with Razura's face. Blood shot out of Razura's nose, a tooth dropping from out of her mouth.
Hearing her name caused for Krysta to flutter her eyes open, looking over at the fight and, despite the crude violence, manages a small, reluctant smile.
Snarling with rage, feeling water form into her eyes, she screamed in agony her pace of speed decayed, bashing her fists into Razura's cheeks so violently, shouting in rhythm to her delivering beatdown, "YOU... FUCKED... WITH... THE... WRONG... FEMALES!"
And with that, she finished her off with one last crucial blow to the face as the ground below them boomed in a shockwave.
Falling under Bria's cruelty, the back of Danya's head left a large crate into the concrete. Her face was badly crooked, her nose deformed. Continuous blood was gushing out as well as the corner of her mouth. With the combined forces of Bria and Mercy, in the end it lastly overpowered Danya. She was still breathing, but just barely. She managed to form a weak, but wicked smile- those scabs and fresh wounds scattered over her. She had to have been granted a concussion by now. Slowly but surely, her eyes confined gently, her head turning away in a defeated fashion as she slipped out of consciousness. Her body lays motionless beneath Bria's proclaimed form, worn and defeated from battle.
Krysta looked up after hearing silence take over suddenly, shockwave rushes over her, jostling and teasing her messy golden locks. Her expression was of profound concern for her hero.
Mercy glowered toward Bria, the red aura still firing around her. It was as if she looked like it was expected for Danya to be finished by this point. She came across as though she were not impressed by Bria's outlasting performance.
Krysta let out a quiet, breathy laugh, one of utter relief and exhausted joy. She flopped down onto her aching side as she chortled to herself quietly. "Is it- it is over...?"
Mercy paused, glancing over her shoulder at Krysta with a quirked brow in question. It seemed the eventual joy coming from the blonde woman eased her emotions, a feeling in which she knew everything was alright now. Her expression laxed as well as her body, her eyes finally dimming back to her pupils seen, its original hazel color. Her blaze of aura died out, her body secluding the intensity it once held.
Brianna took deep breathes as to try calming herself. She frowned weakly at the downed predator, "Its... about dayum time..." she cursed, wiping at her eyes with her fingers.
Mumbling quietly, Krysta curled her body up, hissing in pain and then slowly stretches herself out again. She rests her head on her folded arm, against the concrete floor. "IS she... dead? What're we gonna do with her?"
The black tattooed woman sneered, referring to her blade, "She needs to meet... my wiseman."
Krysta pushed herself up with a pained wince, keeping one arm around the nasty purple bruise on her side. "...Briaboo...?"
Those ears perked, Mercy snapping back around in alert, protesting in a serious tone, "Oh no the hell you're not. Get up away from her. Its done, Bria."
Brianna snapped at her rival, sticking a middle finger toward her direction before reaching into her bra, "Fuck you!"
Krysta winced as she sat up straight, her mind racing with concern. "Briaboo? Are- are you sure?"
"YES IM SURE!" She shouted in a snarl, revealing that sharp and deadly blade. But it wasn't her wiseman, it was infact the wooden blade that Krysta gave her as a Valentine gift. Bria smirked, "Ohoho, even bettah'. I forgot I had this."
"STOP THAT SHIT, BRIA!" yelled Mercy with defiance in her stance, balling her fists as if looking like she were ready to launch at her.
Krysta seemed inclined to protest, begins to, but falls quiet. She pinches her eyes shut and looks away, not ready to witness manslaughter.
Clutching at the thick handle of the knife, Bria brungs the edge of it to rest at Razura's throat, ready to slice across at any given time. Meanwhile, she scowled out of frustration over to Mercy, "Would you just shut the fuck up already?! I'm doin' us ALL a favor!"
"By what?! Showing us all that you're a killer just like she is?!" Mercy shot back at Bria.
"She was a monster..." Krysta uttered in between their argument, taking a breath, "But... you're not."
"If she ain't stopped right now, she never will be!" Bria seethed.
"What if- what if we throw her in prison?! A really big one! Like the one in the desert for the really bad supers..."
The athletic dreadhead glanced over to her best friend due to her logic. She quirked an eyebrow, finding her gaze back down at Razura. It looked as though she were pondering in deep thought, debating on just ending the villain once and for all, to live freely without any concerns from her presence... or to keep her alive and risk many more lives ceasing...
"Karma will fuck her up I'm certain of it. Now put that damn blade down or else I'll have to force you." Mercy growls, balling her fists. "Listen to what your blondie friend has to say about this, girl."
"It's... its her decision," Krysta replied as she shook her head, "Danya hurt her, not just physically."
Letting loose an earful grunt, Bria took the weapon away from Razura's neck, shoving her wooden blade back into her bra. "What the fuck eva'. She's going behind the bars... but I swea'... if she breaks loose, and wreaks havoc AGAIN..." She slowly shifted her eyes to lock them into Mercy's intently, speaking firmly to her, no fear in her voice, "...I'm killing the bitch, no hesitation. And if you're gonna try to stop me, good luck tryin'."
"There won't be any effort on my part," Mercy glared back at her harshly. It seemed that their rivalry returned into the air just seconds after Danya's defeat.
Krysta was pleased, flopping onto her side again and rests her face onto her bloody arm. She muttered softly, affectionately, murmuring about second chances with a soft, "That's my Briaboo..." before her heavy eyelids shut and she plummets into an unconscious state.
Catching Krysta fall limp and knocked out of consciousness, her mind alarmed her, concern washing over her heart. Bria got up from Danya, rushing passed Mercy as if completely forgetting her presence. "Krysta!"
She dropped onto her knees once reaching her best friend, kneeling at her side as she wrapped her arms around Krysta's neck, pulling her up slightly to hug into her out of pure love and relief.
The tired blonde woman mumbles incoherently as she's pulled into Brias protective embrace. Her breathing comes in soft, shallow wisps. Her bruised lip twitches in a mild smile. She stirs a little, mumbling something in a thick voice, pressing her face against Brias warm skin.
"I'm taking her to Stronghold," spoke out loud the lonesome amazonian-looking fighter, walking over to the lying foe. She bent down to lift Razura over her shoulder.
Bria eyed up to gaze across at Mercy with a knowing nod. That was all she offered, paying her most attention toward her injured companion. She sighed of relief, happy in the end that all went gracefully. Smiling weakly, in fact exhausted as well now while the adrenaline in her started to fade, she murmurs softly. "You're safe now, boo."
Taking one last lingering glance over to her rival before shooting up into the air with Razura limp on her shoulder, Mercy traces herself out of sight. The rivaled duo has won the battle together, but have they also won the war? Only time will tell.