Virginia looked on at her one-time companion. Sweet was a vicious woman when placed in battle. The pent-up rage that had built up within the woman's body over the years. All along hating the woman that be Virginia Maxwell.
It just made no sense to Virginia. She saw the literal flames in the eyes of Sweet as Sweet kept on attacking out at her. She felt horrible that she could cause such hostility in another. First there had been Sakura, and now Sweet. Was she really such a horrible person, or were the other two the ones who were just crazy?
Virginia was weaker it seemed as well. In truth they were even in all aspects. Vitality, strength, mind, endurance, and agility were all equal among the two, but Virginia did not have her heart in the fight whereas Sweet was going at this to her extreme. Fueled by her hatred of the other girl.
Sweet had proven her acrobatic skill as she kept up with rotating kicks, and switching it up with thrusts of her arms for Virginia. Sweet's opponent effectively jumping from each one. Virginia's earlier pleads had gone unanswered earlier when she asked Sweet to stop this nonsense, and instead the redhead gave a good knock of her head into Virginia's own sending the girls into a stumble. Virginia had found that for the moment it could only remain as this was with her dodging the attacks that Sweet let out.
"Look at you!" Sweet barks. A sneer crossing her pouting lips. "You're too good to fight back? Or are you so stuck up that you won't even acknowledge my presence?"
Virginia balked at both ideas. "I don't see where you're getting this stuff?"
"You are not better than me! You hear?" Sweet shrieked as she continued her assault. "You won't waltz through life so easy as that!"
Finally the symbolic string in her mind snapped and Virginia sent a palm attack to Sweet's rib cage just below the collarbone. The redhead backing away without breath. Gasping a bit as Virginia remained with her arm stretched out. The heat that was in Sweet's eyes had caught Virginia's and left Sweet's to smolder and fade away in mere embers.
"You are wrong!" Virginia declared in deviance to Sweet's claims. "I never think of myself in the manner you say I am. I am nothing like that. Far from it."
A scoff passed through the recovering Sweet's lips. "How can you not?" She questions. "Look at you…you're so beautiful. And…you have all of those friends…you have a purpose…you're great in physical combat even though you're even better with ARMS…and then there's the arcana you have. You're probably the second-strongest user of arcana around! Then there's the fact that I know you can cook, that you're smart and brilliant, and then…there's the fact you even have a boyfriend." Sweet left her argument to catch her breath. Her concerns were pressed out quickly and the tears in her own eyes were present. She was so hurt by Virginia just having a batter life than her own. Like Virginia actually thinks those are good things. The Maxwell girl had taken things for granted though. Still…boyfriend? When did she get a boyfriend? That was Virginia's main question at the moment. Still, Virginia just threw it aside when she realized she was still very much in danger for the moment. "Anyone…who has those things…an easy life…must be a stuck-up spoiled brat."
Virginia put all anger aside and concentrated it all into a glare. The most powerful glare known to the world that showed the other person the disgust in your thoughts. Virginia could stand no more slander. She simply stood there as if on the shoulders of giants. She was ready to fight back in words as well. She knew if she could force the truth to the other girl there would be an end to this. The sooner she could end this…the sooner she could help out Jet who was headed to the 'big cheese' alone. Even wit h her own health on the line, and even with all her attention focused on Sweet, she still had that part in the back of her head that was hoping he would be okay without her. There was also the other spots in which she was worrying all of the people she left behind to get here.
The last floor of the building that could be reached by stair was a dark one just like the one before it. This was the hall that actually began the tower. All of the floors Jet had taken to get here were merely the living quarters and all that sort that surrounded the tower. It was this floor that brought him to the elevator shaft that would lead up to the top of the tower. The metal fortress was enough for Jet. It brought back good memories of dungeon crawling from his past. Even some of the past he shares with this group. Still…there was no treasures, items, or monsters so that was not fun at all.
He was headed for the end of the dim lit hall for a door that would lead into the foyer to the tower (which was the elevator). However, as he walked the hall he looked down and noticed a single Cow Tail candy lying in the middle, and he suddenly noticed he was a bit hungry and in need of something to take away the bad taste he had in his mouth. That caramel and whatever the white stuff inside was tempting to him. His knees and hand moved for it, but his mind told him not too and it was just when his hand hovered over the candy that his body listened. Jet instantly moves away as from the wall to his left a shadow flies out for him. He stands tall as the wall opposite of his left has it's outer layer splintered.
"I commend you for dodging that." Ranchel stood up from her kneeling spot on the floor. She now stood above the candy. The nin standing with her curves catching Jet's eyes for the briefest of moments. There's a huge difference in sex for free and sex for money, and that is the fact that sex for money costs less. So…he was not about to think anything like that. Men think about sex at least three times an hour, but one time could live with them as regret for the rest of their lives. Jet recalled their previous meeting. She had kicked his butt and handed it to him on a platter—with parsley—in mere moments, and so he was sure to play it all smart this time. Her lips parted, "I do not work for McCoy…though he would say I do. If you must know…I wish to kill that man and take what belongs to me through inheritance…from my ancestor. That being the gauntlet of Hawthorne. I deserve it more than either of you two being that I am the only one related to the man." She snorts the air following her explanation to show her disgust of the man. Her headband covering her eyes still. That has never left her face in many years after all.
"If you want that gauntlet…why waste your time with me? I don't want it really…I just don't want that man to have it." Jet questions and explained.
"There was a woman to whom my ancestor was promised in return to providing the humans with the Twilight Elements and Generator Eon." Ranchel began. "I think you know about her…but…this woman…she had…gray hair. Just…like…yours!"
Jet could barely blink before the woman, whose anger exists in pure thunder, struck for the young man who was quick to move to the wall as the young woman flew by him. Stopping she turns back around. Jet still was confused as to why he was fighting. He understood that his hair was the same, and so she wanted to kill him as revenge to Hawthorne…but…he did not see why he was the one who had to die. "I don't understand why you want to kill me."
"Do I have to make it any clearer? You have gray hair…I can smell the lack of pigment in your hair. Plain as day." She gave a grimace as she showed distaste for the smell she sniffs.
"I still don't understand…because y-" She swiped her arms out and lunged for the young man who jumped away. She was relentless and kept lunging after as they ran. His own hands deflecting the attacks before he moves around her and gets a break between the two. "I don't understand…but you're going to try an' kill me anyway…so I might as well break my 'rule' against hitting women with my full strength this one time."