In where the fight left off, Shiki was caught with a predicament with the 'relationship' between one of her twin swords and the size-superior breasts of her opponent.
Angel was on a high-point when it came to mindgames and contact-sport in the fight – in a very unique way – and she came to collect her worth in 'creativity points' with her latest showing...
Hands resting over her shoulders and onto the back of her neck, Angel swiveled her body with spine first and everything else following – including the previously blood-stained katana and Shiki holding it, as the blade-bearer was swung back and forth against the walls in a sadistic play of 'pinball' with the unwilling body.
Shiki desperately wished to have a hold of both of her matching blades for a little longer, but she committed to returning to her evil-gifted teleportation skills and she wasn't going to take Angel along for the ride via contact.
Before Angel could act based on where the blue winds of devilish energy went, or even before she could fully turn around, she found herself feeling even more of the sharpness come towards her, and it wasn't like she had breasts on both ends to cushion incoming blows...
With a diagonal slash through, Shiki held her remaining blade with the handling of a traditional cold-blooded samurai and finally drew significant bloodfall as she opened a 'portal' of gore – the cut that Angel received opened from beneath the right shoulder and inched real close at the other end towards the left hip where her chaps and thong connected.
As she stumbled out of footing and fell to her knees, her arms stayed hugged around her breasts as she kept that stray sword held in the cleavage. The blade slowly pointing down further into an angle that pressed the tip-point against the carpet allowed her not to fully fall onto her stomach and ensured she wasn't taken down by such a critical hit.
"You got me," Angel simply admitted, her hands seeming out of reach to defend directly...
That was all the words Shiki needed to hear to feel the wavering spirit of her opponent; she seemed just a few steps closer to closing the book on the fight and dealing with the surreal grappler. She wasn't willing to let Angel bleed out – or worse – before she got a chance to definitively tear down each and every wall remaining in Angel's defense.
What she didn't yet realize is the true color flowing behind the white-maned opponent's intention – not quite as red as the blood starting to bubble onto the surface – as Angel allowed herself to stay at a halt.
Angel was simply trying to hide her laughter, knowing how much of a sucker her opponent really was.
"And I got you~"
The katana was pulled away from the titty-hold and into Angel's hand as she swung it backwards...
Krrrssh~ went the tip of the blade as it ground past the wall...
...and as it grazed into the blue-inked skin on Shiki's back, it suddenly retracted just as quickly, and flesh split in between the sharpness.
Blue was painted with red upon some of Shiki's back as the cut opened and welcomed blood to the surface in a matter of seconds.
Shiki's body slumped over in pain – falling over the bloodied back of Angel as she adjusted around the pale body flopping against her. Angel straddled an arm around the back of Shiki's neck as they both started to rise away from the floor.
Shiki's feet left the floor as she piggy-backed her opponent without intention, and she channeled the pain she started to regret away from her face, into her hands as they balled into fists wrapped firmly around the handles of the blades, shaking with one of the deepest struggles she had to go through so far with the tournament.
"Heheheh..." Angel chuckled.
"Enjoyin' the ride?"
Shiki's body torqued over, finding herself tightly wrapped around Angel's body like a towel before long – complete with the blood wiping off onto her, with the faded dark blues being darkened further by the blackening deep red. The bending of her body wasn't doing her newfound cut justice either, as it started opening a little further around the angle of her left side.
With a sprinting start and a rolling dismount, Angel flung herself into a frontwards splat as she dropped Shiki against the floor with two armfuls of momentum, almost snappingly hard enough to make the carpet feel like full-fledged wood flooring when meeting on impact.
The blood was quickly spreading through the scenery as both ladies barely bothered to tend to their new and unwelcome wounds. Shiki was especially being painted in the red now, with the stains of her own blood around her back and against the floor, while Angel recklessly spread her own red cells onto the front.
Definitely a shift in the situation as cleanliness went out the window for the umpteenth time in the tournament. You could probably count on one finger the amount of matches so far without any major property damage.
The match was basically on borrowed time at this point, as it was slowly started to count more and more on how long the competitors could last before succumbing to blood-loss – if it was to come to that, that is...
"Urgh... mierda...!" The slamdown didn't do much for Angel either since she was basically dropping herself onto her cut back with a similar force as Shiki felt on her own end.
It was but a small sacrifice to finally (hopefully) get her way, and to get that pale oddity out of her way.
She approached Shiki's body, kicking her over onto a stomach-laying position with a soccer-punt to the back, before opting to pluck the blue-clad virago from the ground.
"Fuck it... you don't need a rest; up you go, you cute snake~"
Shiki was dragged into a headlock that brought her uncomfortably close to the nigh-unbreakable skin of Angel's bosom, as the Mexicana grappled her and started scaling up the wall in front of her for a high-angle bulldog facebuster...
...but Shiki escaped at the highest peak of Angel's airtime, separating just as Angel reached the closest to the ceiling – Angel somehow managed a grasp that was enough to allow her to cling to the edge of the ceiling, but as she turned her head...
...she saw Shiki wind her body down and then swing upwards one of her katanas with a wide slice that looked to make an impact again, against Angel's back...
...Angel blocked it off just centimeters short of touching skin! The leather of her glove managed to provide enough of a shield to prevent her from getting more blood drawn out of her, and as she dropped back down, she continued to hold onto the sword – before forcing gravity into her favor and using just the grasp of the sword to send Shiki quite a distance across the hallway.
Along the way, Shiki was forcibly divorced from the last of her weaponry. The sensation of both her palms feeling nothing but the air ahead was something she lost accustomation towards ever since she became the sad slave to the darkness that she was known as in her time.
It was not in her plans to be left so empty-handed in the midst of a heated fight such as this. All it was now, was an unforeseen nightmare in Shiki's eyes...
…in the form of someone Angel handling the 'rings' of darkness and light.
"Looking for these, chica?" Angel was never a sword girl herself, so the feeling was new – but it was an intriguing feeling.
"This is... unprecedented..." Shiki was fully disarmed – and on top of these wounds, she was mentally way beneath 100%.
Angel took notice to Shiki's growing despair, and twirled the twin katanas with more gusto.
"I knew it – as soon as these are out of your hands, you're whimpering like the bitch you really are. Ain't that funny?"
To Shiki, it was almost the worst-case scenario. To Angel, it was an advantage.
"That Blanctorche chick never should'a let you out of confinement if you couldn't go on without these things..." Angel let the sharper ends of the steel grind together as a unit, easily adapting to the twinning deadly weapons in her hands.
Shiki held her left arm with her other hand as she struggled her shoulder back into its proper place... "Those are not yours... if you value your life, you'd stop toying with them."
Angel smirked like a whiskery kitten. "If you want them, you're gonna have to catch me."
Without even a proper goodbye, she rocketed out of the hallway in the blink of an eye.
One would think Shiki would find herself lost emotionally when she was without her weapons, or if she would think smartly and try and make the hostess in charge play it off as 'forfeit' – actually, it only brought her genuine anger.
She was with no other choice but to pursue – and to take back what was hers. Her running speed was near-double to her normal pace, motivated by defrosting heat and frustration.
All who spectated, whether in the bar room, the hospice or anywhere else in the mansion with a TV, were now met with an empty hallway on-screen as the two competitors gave chase.
As soon as the PA system sounded off – suddenly, there was a sense of fear on some certain layers.
"Red alert, competitors; again, we are on RED ALERT – Shiki and Angel have fled their starting battlefield and are on chase across the mansion!"
The sound-off of the stern but watchful Elisabeth caught everyone's attention (except, of course, the two in battle).
"Whatever happens to them will happen for a reason. No matter what danger you may find yourself in, do not approach either of them and risk your OR their safety – disqualification and punishment will follow those who break orders!"
The first thing that would come to mind was the hospital room – which was among the first places to adjust to such an unprecedented (though honestly inevitable) moment.
The patients (mostly of the willing variety) had a bit of trouble keeping hope in the midst of a brief danger period like this – things were just continuing to stumble out of control, especially since the last night with how Shiki lost herself.
It was somewhat the same set of recovering competitors with an inclusion of Diana following her participation – aside from that, Iroha wasn't back from her involvements alongside Elisabeth; Leona and Lien weren't quite there; and Ninon seemingly has chosen not to hang around, though one could imagine she knew a thing or two about healing spells with her witch background.
This room was being fully defended by the recovering competitors, with Mary, Vanessa and Diana standing at the moderately blocked-up door, the blockade made mostly from the nearby furniture.
Diana was especially prepared, brandishing her own weapon with the strength she recovered, as they all kept their eyes focused on the door, blinking in shifts to make sure there was not a millisecond missed in case teleportation came into play from either of the dangerous beauties in combat.
Momoko hid in her sheets while on another bed, Kula's hair flared back into its icy state in 'defense mode'.
Ash, still muted by tape and inconvenienced by cuffs, laid inactively, having far passed the peak of boredom. [Hey remember when he had some 'importance' outside the tournament in the last couple days?]
Nakoruru silently laid and prayed for hope from Kamui to keep Shiki from doing herself in with this whole ordeal against Angel.
As for Nagase–
Oh. She was gone.
A flash of flame gusted from the center – and the ninja-bee had fled the room.
What she was planning, more than likely was a bad idea.
The bar room was another place that carried a few ladies that needed to protect each other.
What Yuri, King and Mai considered protection was a similar sort of barricading against the door – though definitely a more overboard kind of effort as almost every stool and table in the room was used to create a big pile of reinforced wood.
King was the first to speak up. "Soooooo do you think we went too far with it, or...?"
"I'd say we didn't go far enough," replied Yuri – don't act surprised that the only one of the bunch, that was victimized by both of the in-battle vixens, was being the most cautious.
"If what happens happens, I think we'll be ready," Mai assured.
Not much else could be said – they didn't have much to do to bolster defenses...
Iroha was back on the case of overlooking the fallen around the time that the red alert sounded off. Having made it to... well, what remained of that gym-room of the previous fight, she had scooped up Lien Neville's body from the mess (with Leona having walked under her own power) – the British assassin had slowly stirred back into consciousness once the blood dried on her body... but it was unlikely her facial beauty was going to recover fully from her downfall.
What Iroha was hearing from past Lien's lips on occasion seemed like simply pain, but she didn't know how the blonde was feeling, in what Lien could consider a 'position of weakness' in her mind.
"Stay with me, Ms. Neville," the bird maid assured. "If the worst comes to pass out of this, we might be in danger, but at least I'll be ready."
Lien grumbled back.
"Don't fucking look at me."
It was the prompt for Iroha to shut up – there was no knowing for her whether or not Lien got back the strength to batter someone.
"...Okay..."
If one was to start traveling, from any random locale within, through the seemingly-endless path of halls and rooms through the mansion, they would probably soon discover a little blood trail coming around near where they would re-enter the foyer.
The red-trail's origin came in the form of a barely-better-off Leona – the feeling in her legs was slowly coming back to standard form, but it was still a mile off from 100%.
Similar to her rival, the blood had started drying at a point, but there was still just a little bit more fresh red to escape through the head wounds.
From the looks of things, she was trying to find her way to the hospital, and she was starting to close in on arrival, when Elisabeth's alert blared. Even when her ears weren't quite at attention, not like how she'd normally function, she was able to listen. She hadn't even a clue what was arranged as the next fight, so she wasn't yet in a position to prepare.
Until she started hearing a commotion – that was getting closer. She was standing by the center of overhead floor of the foyer when she stopped (and stumbled) and listened, and kept what she regained of her senses on attention to the scenery around her.
Then she felt the wind give way past her legs, and two wild blurs soaring through.
"Shit."
Without even bothering to look back, Leona wrapped a hand against the handle of one of the double-doors, and swung it wide open, before dragging herself in with a swift shouldering against gravity and closing it back up behind her.
She continued not to look back for most of the rest of her limp pathway down the room, until she spun around and flopped down onto the bed...
...right on top of a resting Mignon Beart.
If it wasn't for the doors being closed, the loudest noise in the entire mansion would've been Mignon's screams of abject terror as Leona's bloodied face took up all of her sight – and refilled the well of the pink witch's nightmares for the night.
The speed-chase across the room was a good injection of adrenaline into the soul of the high-risk risque grappler Angel – no motorcycle on a highway needed for her to feel so high on the excitement, as she diced through the wind with the stolen swords in her hand.
The wind through her hair – and through the open wounds creating imperfections on her otherwise beautiful skin – was a welcoming feeling as it usually was, like the motorcycle ride of a lifetime.
Something about the illicit hijinks she wrapped herself into – between the consentless fun she had with Yuri's body, abandoning a very injured Alice when a more mindful person would've helped, and grabbing and running with the prized katanas of her opponent who was likely less than capable without them – was always keeping Angel at a peak as she battled her way up the ranks of the tournament.
She knew she wouldn't quite get away with it back in Mexico where lucha libre was sacred and protected – she should've also known, however, that it was only a matter of time before boredom would kick in.
Though for Angel, it was still a while away – unless fate decided to ruin it by cutting it off at the feet and blue-balling (or is it blue-waffling) her before the 'climax;.
Unfortunate for her, as this ruination by fate was exactly what she was going to face – as she was suddenly clotheslined at the neck and body by something that suddenly sprouted in her way.
"Agh~!"
Tumbling through a roll and landing back onto her knees, Angel had enough time to survey just what she was facing with. "What the hell...?"
A wall of dark, rusty chainlinks, swaying loosely as they hung down at varying heights from where they jutted and cracked through the walls of the hallway.
Angel cricked her neck and shoulders, feeling down mostly upon the parts of her that made contact with this newfound roadblock. No wonder it felt like a bunch of iron arms slamming into her body.
Another thing – if Angel was able to recall correctly, she saw this sort of thing before... earlier today, during the the morning proceedings...
She realized just in time, flash-stepping out onto the other end of the chain-wall just before Shiki could wrap her arms around her, or the swords that were rightfully in the hands of the snake-wench.
Angel felt the heart sitting behind the skin of her huge pair pound just a little bit more than they did right before this sudden halt in the chase – it'd usually be a good thing, but she had other things to focus on.
On the bright side of things, however dimly bright they were when faced with Shiki, Angel was in what she thought was a safe space.
"Well well well – looks like you're out of luck."
Shiki scoffed, sneering with growing violent intent. "You'll break soon. You'll see."
"Yeah right..." Angel prepared her right hand into a fist, except for the lone middle finger staying sprouted out. "Break this, you—"
She extended the foul arm as to try and poke it through the widest opening of the wall of chains—
BWOM!
"—ffffucking cunt quesadilla!"
Angel's arm reeled back after meeting a sudden hard surface with her knuckles. Superwoman or no, mistakes were made regardless trying to throw her hand into places they didn't belong (not for the first time).
She was now met with a hard and oddly invisible surface, as she observed once she recovered and looked at what was again nothing but chains from the naked eye, yet she couldn't even feel those chains anymore beyond what felt like a brick wall in front of it.
It was a force field – one that was confirmed to be Angel-proof, exampled by her attempting to flash-step back onto the other side, only to meet even stronger, almost electric resistance when her molecules tried to break past it.
Somehow, it seemed the dark magic protruding through Shiki's essence was now starting to overpower the strength of NESTS science pumped into Angel's body.
Shiki's body leaned against the other side of the wall, as her eyes only got more chilling in their collective stare upon the walled-out rebel.
Angel retorted by slamming her arms against her side of the chain-wall. "Eyes off, snake; you might look, but I bet you can't touch."
"Not in this position, no..." replied Shiki.
"Give it some time – I'll be right with you soon..." With that, her presence briefly blipped out in that familiar spurt of blueish darkness.
It basically became a smoke screen on the other side from where Angel looked on – and it was getting much harder not to get frustrated with the mind-games her opponent was trying to drop upon her.
"¡Puta cobarde! ["You fucking coward!"] I'd break your body before you break me however you want it!"
Ask and you shall receive...
Something crashed into Angel from behind, again slamming her into the wall in front of the slinging metal. The snake was back, and in full force all over her body.
Shiki pressed her body forcibly over her opponent as her katanas nearly stabbed into the sightless field walling them into this closed space – and her hands roamed around Angel's body with unpredictability and a sincere unknowing of just what shame physically seemed like.
Angel slammed a couple elbows backwards, managing to connect a few times, yet with little effect to the predicament at hand. At a point, Shiki saw the thrown limbs coming at her from even a mile away, and she caught Angel's right arm into an underarm clutch. Angel's shoulder was pulled and twisted into a surprisingly tough hold for her to escape.
Didn't mean the strong grappler was unable; she was able to twirl her way out of harm's way for a brief reprieve, as she rolled through and took Shiki down to the ground – however, not without a bit of extra vertical elevation based off the invisible wall, of course.
Despite the tumble, Shiki was standing tall first before her opponent, and she had that grip as tight as ever upon her swords as she reapproached on her close encounters, raising them before swinging back down...
...right into Angel's leather grasp!
There was immediate proof to the feeling that the blades were not any duller in their sharpness, as the twinning steel pressed in one and in another, into Angel's hands – which clinched around it as she pushed against the force, to the point where both leather and skin slowly tore away and gave in to a new leak of red staining down the razor-edge of the weapons.
Suddenly, Shiki was pulled in, and was slammed in the chest by Angel's thrusting head, slinging momentum into her advantage as she clashed into Shiki with a teeth-clattering headbutt!
The force blew back both the 'attacker' and the 'attacked', blasting them into a brief separation like a shotgun blast in between them; but, as she sprung back to her feet and swung down onto Shiki's face one more time, this time with a slapping palm strike square-center onto Shiki's nose!
She came down upon her blade-beloving adversary with intended spread to the freshly pumping blood flowing to surface – like a much less sanitary equivalent to jam-on-toast...
"Don't be so redfaced, puta!" she smuggly proclaimed as she continued clawing onto Shiki's face with the bleeding palm.
It was quite like Angel to have fun with her violence.
Breakaway followed, as Shiki put a boot against Angel's toned stomach to force her back, and then grabbed a handful of white locks to drag her against the wall – Angel nearly bounced off from the firm bounciness of her breasts slamming against the wall, and her slashed hands left two faint splats of blood painted onto the white plaster.
"Urk!" The tension tightened around Angel's throat suddenly, as Shiki hugged around her neck – and Angel's athletic body had nothing more to do but to shield off against more potential 'scars of war' as the swords in Shiki's grasp continued to linger hazardly close to various limbs.
Angel scaled the blood-splattered wall with her feet and flipped over to try and pull some gravity towards her favor – but there were no favors welcome to her. Only more strain on her neck, as when she fell behind Shiki, it only forced the blue-clad marauder to position in a limboed lean, her head and arms toppled nearly upside down as she held on for her own life in order to wrench some out of Angel – at least enough life torn out to take the superior grappler out of commission.
Angel continued her struggle by trying to pull her entrapped body in the direction away from the clusterfuck of limbs wrapped around one another, forcing her body rightside-up and diagonally upwards towards the nearest wall window – but as she continued to shift her position, Shiki simply adapted alongside the resistance.
Shiki fully flipped her body in a backwards cartwheel – still holding onto Angel along the way – before landing onto Angel's back in another backpack position, this time putting tighter tension with her legs as she rode Angel with more enforced animalistic ferocity.
Angel's body jittered defensively as she again attempted to shake off her aggressively-clingy assailant.
"Must really love me if you wanna ride me so much!" Angel ultimately snarked, slowly getting adjusted to the weight brought back upon her shoulders.
Angel's body developed into a full spiral as she swung against gravity with close to half the velocity of your average hurricane – but still strong enough velocity to peak beyond the 'human average' with intent to shake off (and hopefully dizzy as a bonus) the 'dark sexy monkey' off her back.
Knowing fully well the inevitability of the plummet, Shiki fought towards the advantage – she rattled off of Angel's shoulders in turn, and landed in front...
...but at the same time, one of her swords fell down blade-first into the in-between of Angel's cleavage – and before Angel could get another proper chest-grip and repeat history from moments before, the arm wielding the sword yanked away as Shiki quickly tore immediately through the bra's fabric!
Her body reeling backwards to regain proper posture, Angel wouldn't quite realize what was torn off her bosom until she felt the air graze more upon her bared nipples.
"Hmmm..." Her eyes lingered down onto the torn undergarment sitting on the floor... before meeting back up with the idling Shiki with an unfazed focus.
"I bet you were expecting me to scream and cover up in shame, heh?" Angel taunted, cockily bringing her arms from her hips to crossing beneath her bare breasts.
Shiki shared the stare at the split apart fabric, her guard lowered for a moment as she soon responded. "I was simply opening you up."
Looking down upon her own half naked body, Angel had many things to consider about what Shiki was implying – one could imagine none of those thoughts matched up to her opponent's beliefs.
And then she brought forth a very loaded question. "So you're saying you wanted to get me naked?"
Shiki didn't respond, not immediately nor eventually – through words, at least. She again charged upon the rarely-vulnerable with almost-mindful slashes looking to chisel more wounds into Angel, but as usual, she had to catch up with the ever-shifting position of the defender. She almost never managed to get another clear cut onto Angel as the NESTS alumnus continued to run laps around the 'vixen lost through time'.
The moment developed into a wrist-in-palm deadlock as Shiki's arms fell into Angel's hands following a double-hammer down-swipe...
As she examined around Shiki's sword-flailing efforts, Angel quickly considered this as her opponent's method of verbal hesitation – her barely-clothed body stood testy as she broke away from the hand-to-hand clutch and leveled Shiki one more time with a gut kick...
"Now you don't want to admit it?" Angel interrogated teasingly. "If you want to say it, just say it – you just might have a thing for me~"
Shiki's eyes met forward with not much else but the splendid bare skin visible on more than enough of her opponent's body, as she climbed back to her feet with the near-hole pounded into her gut rendering dull pain...
She glanced up one more from the floor...
"No. It's my way of making sure you bleed."
"Hmph." Angel already had her share of red spread – this next threat out of Shiki was little to nothing to the opposition by this point...
...until it was inching closer to something.
She started to hear something start to rattle behind her – a commotion growing from the mystical wall of chains hanging by, impending doom growling in an attempt at intimidation.
It wasn't fear that was creeping up on Angel; even if it was, she would refuse to admit it 99% of the time – she only felt she needed eyes on the back of her head so that she could deflect all that was standing in the way of another triumph.
Angel's next motion was to throw her arms forward and wrap them around Shiki's waist...!
"If that's what you think, I'm not gonna let you take any more red off of me – not before I take something out of you in return~!"
Pressing her naked torso aggressively against the front of Shiki, Angel was down to take a bit of function out of Shiki's spine before she was to go down herself. All the while, the chain-wall was only getting angrier as the woman responsible for its summon was being Angel-handled further...
In yet another blue mist, Shiki slipped out of Angel's hands, and the dirtied air felt suddenly heavy – realized within seconds, the feeling of the blue darkness weighing down on her was a sudden pile of more unforgiving chains wrapping down over her body.
What felt like hundreds of pounds shoveled straight down onto Angel's shoulders and though it was nothing she found impossible to handle with her enhanced strength, she was still forced to work for freedom... until the chain-wall finally reacted with its full aggression and started spitting out even more of itself at Angel's arms, wrapping around wrists and pulling backwards with a bone-dislocating strength.
By this point, Angel's legs were starting to struggle under the weight of all the dark steel, and she even found difficulty in turning her head in reaction to the return of those grooming fingers from the hands of her opponent, who was quickly back into the realm, and so far behind Angel that she couldn't turn her head far back enough to fully return eye contact.
"Rrgh... you and your chains..." grunted Angel. "Starting to have a feeling you have some sort of fetish..."
Shiki met 'in kind' by caressing the face of the captive, seemingly finding decent enjoyment in the sudden helplessness she dropped (mostly in a literal sense) upon the opposition...
"It's cute sometimes, really... you believe in yourself and your 'tough shell'... but where has it gone now?"
Angel's patience died not too long before... "I dunno – about the moment you started dropping literal iron on my body!?"
She had a lot of bullshit to struggle through, and it started with a lot of pull against gravity with her far-beyond-superb strength. As her fists clenched and tugged harder on the shackles of misery, the wounds on her palms threatened to paint more and more of the frustrating chains with dark red beyond much darker surfacing...
Regardless of the bloodfall, she was set on pushing power over the danger, as she usually did...
...but then the air in her throat was cut off midway – as one more sprout of chains crossed and slung past her neck, tightening quickly. All of a sudden, any wit she was able to give was replaced with gurgling struggles that her vocal cords couldn't properly go past. Like a brick wall built in the form of outright strangulation, as Shiki propped herself atop Angel's shoulders, hands pulling back and upwards on Angel's neck with all the strength she had within herself and however the brooding snake tattoos energized her.
With no more words to come out of her throat for the time being, Angel's dialogue found itself only reaching her inner thoughts...
"Chains...
Choking...
Touchy-feely bullshit...
Yep... definitely a fetish..."
Angel had seen pretty much everything she needed to, out of her opponent, and it only made the fury in her heave stronger. Her bloodied hands reached higher up on where the fetters flew up, and tugged closer to the penetrating point that the chains reached against the corners where the walls and ceiling met.
All that was coasting Angel's body at this point was the adrenaline that kept her heart bouncing as she forced herself to endure the strain of ~literal~ heavy metal constricting her breathing. Her body was still trying its hardest despite sub-100% energy from the blood-loss noticeable on the painted-about scenery and in the paling pigment on her skin – it was perhaps the last big gasp she had to truly turn it around, and she could barely even see straight anymore...
At the crescendo, chunks fell out of the corners of the ceiling penetrated through by the dark oddities, as the chains tore down and scratched down on the wall before a hard smack against the floor – Angel's arms crossed down against the pile of the rest of the dark chains over her...
...but Angel herself had faded seconds before her freedom was realized. Her eyes dropped towards the floor and her body went limp, letting go of the ripped-down iron, and the pieces of the ceiling, almost immediately after...
Shiki stopped tugging on the strangling links the moment she felt resistance end on the defender's side, and the aggression in her sadistic scowl went in a similar downfall – she had dropped her feet back to the floor and looked on for uncomfortably long to examine Angel's near-nude body beneath the nightmarish pile of chains.
The resting expression of a body having finally given up within Angel, eyes and brows forlornly hung low and her mouth similarly drooped to the point of opening to loose saliva...
To Shiki's eyes, it almost looked like sweet release and utter bliss.
Shiki flexed many a bone in her body once the violence stopped and the commotion went silent – shoulders, back, thighs and much in between – as she slowly readjusted from many a near-dislocation in her limbs...
"You stayed conscious longer than I thought you would..."
Winner: Shiki
The blue ink wrapped between Shiki's leg and back settled, as much of the mess of chains slowly escaped into their own realm of darkness – there was a feeling of completion that entered the stoic swordswoman's head as she adjusted to the near-silence that returned to the blood-splattered hall...
She struggled to see it as anything beyond completion... could there possibly be satisfaction in all of this...?
By now, the fetters of bondage had escaped entirely – as did the chain-wall that closed off most of the scene, leaving Angel to her own sweaty, bloody mess as she flopped breathlessly onto the carpet. The bleeding had calmed, and she was out of commission with nothing but the remaining bit of clothing dressing down on her lower body and beneath.
Shiki felt her legs buckle in as she dropped to her knees, bringing herself over the body of the fallen.
"It calls for me..."
She limped her body further over, bringing her face closer to Angel's – Angel wouldn't be able to notice the breaking of personal space behind unconscious, closed eyelids, but Shiki was well aware of the whispers she sent in return...
"It doesn't want me to let you lay like this..."
Clutching from behind, Shiki grazed against the long wound on Angel's back as she wrapped her arms and started to lift with only pure strength the toned yet inactive body of the white-haired enigma.
Suddenly, there was another orb of blue that wrapped around the two, and they were both gone in the blink of an eye... taken to somewhere only Shiki knew...
Even though she only knew her slightly more than most of the other ladies of the tournament, Nagase grew to have a sick sort of respect for Angel for her attitude and 'charm' – and she had worries that Angel was fucked the moment she fucked around so hard with her opponent. The moment the chase kicked in, something in her gut told her to follow the trail even if it potentially fucked with the rules.
However, by the time she finally met the end of the blood-trail left behind, she was left with nothing but the horror-scene hallway.
No Angel, no Shiki – no beautiful dangers in sight at all (other than Nagase herself, as she would most definitely consider...). A moment too late, and Nagase almost couldn't handle it.
"That fuckin'... snake slut!"
After smashing a hole in the wall right next to her (not like the place was a mess already), the 'angry bee' vanished in another flash of orange fire as she officially considered this a 'rescue mission'...
Next Chapter: The third round goes on beyond its halfway point – with the ever-rising competitive spirit and a similar increase in degenerate activity, there's nowhere to go but up for the insanity building within. Hopefully order is maintained, but considering some of those who remain to compete in the round – and even a few of the eliminated folk – it's far from a guarantee.