May the Games Begin…
Setotsu smiled eerily; he knew what was going on: his mind control had taken effect. All he had to do was play the waiting game as the two teammates finished each other off.
Setotsu: No hard feelings, Loves, but only a man is suitable for the crown.
All the attention shifted from Setotsu to the two 'teammates'. The girls looked at each other with identical expressions of loathing, and sheathed their weapons. Keyakku slipped on her knuckle guards as Yukiko tightened her black leather gloves. In a flash, the two clashed in the middle, each hold the other's fist. Yukiko used her flexibility to deliver a nice front kick to Keyakku's jaw.
As Keyakku was sent backwards, she backhand sprung to her feet. Using her speed, she got behind Yukiko to deliver a one-two punch to her friend's back. Quicker than lightning, the girls launched at each other, becoming airborne in the process. Punch after kick, block after block, both made contact with a round house kick. The initial clash was enough to send both fighters to the unforgiving concrete stage.
It seemed abnormal, how they read each other and would instantly spring back up after each hit. Yukiko wiped the small amount of blood trickle to reveal a smile. Keyakku shook the stray hairs out of her face with expression to mirror it.
Yukiko: Not bad, Keyakku, not bad at all.
Keyakku hopped out of her crater with a fresh, black-eye forming. A small laugh escaped her lips.
Keyakku: Same to ya! No wonder why we need to take each other out.
Setotsu watched his plan unfold; his two biggest obstacles would kill each other, and he would claim the title of Ruler of Demon World, simple. In his mind, despite what he was seeing, something wasn't setting right.
The sounds of metal being unsheathed echoed throughout the stadium. Keyakku's knives and Yukiko's blade gleamed in the sunlight. Keyakku made the first move by throwing what appeared to be a metal shield. Yukiko took a defensive stance. With a series of slices, she made a clearing. Keyakku and Yukiko sent glares at each other.
Keyakku: Listen, Ice Bitch! I'm winning that crown. I'm not gonna let someone like you stand in my way.
Yukiko: Sorry to disappoint you, you redheaded skank, but the title of ruler should be given to someone with more…
Yukiko used her assassin speed to appear behind Keyakku as she whispered:
Yukiko: Skill.
With a quick reflex, Keyakku barely dodged the throat slit, but a section of her hair was sacrificed for a greater cause.
Yukiko: Ice Needles!
Keyakku: Dance of a thousand petals!
A flurry of ice and petals engulfed the ring. Skin was sliced from all angles, which was inevitable. But still, when the chaos cleared, Keyakku and Yukiko still stood.
K/Y's thoughts: Now, it's over!
Both fighters changed at each other, weapons of choice drawn. This would end the match indefinitely. The combatants grew closer and closer…