The Dead Want to Play

[Donovan Siroaki]

Donovan lifted his sunglasses above his eyes and rubbed them profusely.

"We haven't even met the people here and your accusing us of disturbing them? God damn I hate this place. Fine, if your gonna abuse your power and arrest us under no pretenses then I guess the only course of action is to beat your little waif ass and send you packing back to your piece of s***, backwards country."

Donovan pulled out a couple of decks and formed them into a Spartain shield and spear, a simple yet trusty combination.

"Let's just try and make this quick, guys. I wanna get out of this s***-hole as fast as I can."

[Zeke Omoihake]

Zeke stood poised trying to think of the best way out of this as the other three lashed out at each other with sharp threats and accusations. The entire ordeal made Zeke more than a little uneasy. No one seemed to want to fight, yet they all looked ready to strike out at a moment's notice.

Why are we even fighting? Is it just because of the sides destiny has placed us on? She seems like an annoying person, but I don't think she's evil. Oh, this is just too confusing.

Zeke's brush merely hovered in the air behind Chika, yet it wavered with unease at Zeke's lack of conviction.

[chika]

Chika shook her head at Donovan and sighed.

"You know, for supposedly 'great' heroes, you're all pretty boring," Chika lowered her sword a bit, ready to just say 'screw it' and ditch. Maybe she'd find a way to follow them and keep spies out in order to observe them instead, they were just being a big pain in the ass at the moment, especially the loud-mouthed Donovan.

Of course, intentionally letting her guard down made her sword jolt. It had leaped back to attention, firmly in Chika's hand, a strange phenomenon in her head yet to the others it would have looked like she had suddenly had a change of heart.

And without another moment's hesitation, the sword glowed lightly again as Chika gave it a quick twirl and sent another whipping back in Kouji's direction, yet bringing it all around to nip at Donovan and Zeke, too.

[Donovan Siroaki]

Having a defensive edge prepared before his allies, Donovan rushed in front of Kouji and deflected the blade off it's intended arc with his shield. Hoping that the blade took some time to retract or redirect, Donovan shifted his spear into a long javelin and hurled it with deadly accuracy towards Chika's torso.

Having been an experienced javelin thrower from his high school track and field days, Donovan didn't need to concentrate his telekinesis on his pole dart, and rather used it to begin constructing a hidden assault from behind his shield with the cards in his belt.

[Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami]

Kouji watched interestedly as Donovan stuck his neck out to save his life. Not that he was ungrateful, but it certainly didn't seem in Donovan's character to risk his life for anyone but himself and his 'partner' Zeke.

"Thanks," he said, not letting hsi surprise get in the way of being polite.

He leaped out from behind Donovan and raced toward Chika.

"Lousy, no-good liar!" he growled.

[chika]

Chika's blade did indeed take the time to retract, and as it did so she trust it in front of her so the blade barely blocked the javelin that came only too quickly towards her.

She sent another attack towards Kouji as he tore towards her, giving the ground a good stabbing and from underneath the boy, multiple whip-like blades lashed out at him.

"I didn't lie! I told you who I was and what I was doing - all I didn't tell you was that I was actually part of the Sumata - if anything, you're the liars!" she shouted back at him. And it was the truth, she hadn't lied about anything...unless he was talking about the 'I'm not here to kill you' part, to which she still wasn't lying, but it would be impossible to prove it. Her sword acted and she had no idea how or even why it would, and she merely followed its will.

The sword attacked the three guys, it had the want to kill and she didn't. Man, that sounded stupid. This would be something she'd have to look into later.

[Zeke Omoihake]

Zeke had almost felt a wave of relief wash over him as he thought the raven haired woman would retreat. Yet the sudden strike against Kouji had only reaffirmed his worries that they would have to be fight her, perhaps even to the death.

As the battle began to heat up, Zeke knew he had to put aside his feelings and do what was best for him and his cohorts. His brush soared up and over Chika, taking only a second to draw a large circle over her head before it descended inbetween her lashing blade and them. As it did it's best to parry away the lightning fast strikes from her whip-blade, Zeke let the circle spill forth a heavy boulder that descended down at Chika's direction.

At the same time, Zeke was trying to determine the best strategy against the blade. His experience with a bevy of video games had taught him enough to know that weapons like whips are less effective from close quarters, and that flanking maneuvers were best when you outnumbered an opponent. His mind raced with ideas, but he felt panicked as her blade tried desperately to reach him. It would be difficult to strike with more than simple objects until he could feel less threatened.

[chika]

'Dammit...'

Chika had no clue what she was doing - whatever it was, though, it wasn't good. And having a boulder dropped on her also wasn't a good idea. Of course, her sword never reacted in any way to the boulder which left Chika all alone to decide to leap out of the way of it before it came crashing down where she was standing previously. She rolled into the ground, dirt scraping up against her pale skin and she quickly got to her feet.

This was so not what a lady should be doing. She was used to swordfighting, but getting dirty like this was just...something Lana would do. Ick.

Well, seeing as how it was Zeke that Chika initially titled as her most threatening enemy, she continued slashing away at him, the area around them lighting up in a spectacular show of energy and sparks flashing about as the whip cut mercilessly at whatever or whoever got in its path.

[Donovan Siroaki]

Seeing Chika's attention turn to Zeke, Donovan swiftly intercepted her whipping strikes with his shield, causing sparks to fly as the lashing blade attempted to flay his barrier of cards. As his shield continued to absorb the flickering barrage of slashes, Donovan had finally finished the preparations for his hidden assault. Just as Chika's blade struck against his shield, Donovan shoved forward, causing the multi x-sectioned mechanism hidden behind his shield to expand outwards, firing the shield forward in an attempt to ram Chika. For a little added pain, Donovan formed several of the cards forming the outer walls of his barrier into sharp, piercing spikes, in hopes that his seemingly non-lethal attack may strike a lethal blow.

[Zeke Omoihake]

Zeke leapt backwards, taking advantage of Don's heavy shield cover to calm down and think for a moment. A myriad of weapons and machines that he was familiar with flashed through his mind. While one might think the boundless expanse of creation being one's power made for a superior weapon Zeke had began to realize that in the limitlessness of his abilities he felt pinned down by the constant choices. He realized his simple projectiles and shields were effective at holding off enemies yet he had been unable to find a standby strategy for himself. Even worse he hadn't figured out how to reshape his designs, leaving everything a one use or single purpose creation.

Even worse, the only attacks Zeke had been able to pull of that used one creation multiple times were when he either attached the weapon to himself or brought a creature out to fight and both were taxing on his mind.

Urrrr, this sucks! It's too much pressure and my opponent's too smart. Oh screw it! In a hot headed burst of frustration Zeke concentrated on his brush with all his might and began to paint everything he could think of around Chika. As the battle raged on between the other three fighters, Zeke's erratic lines and curves began to take shape.

[chika]

Chika stumbled terribly trying to avoid Donovan's shield, having not seen the spikes that also came at her. She ducked low and took the hit hard, biting her lip as the spikes dug into her.

As soon as the attack was done and over with, she opened her eyes. There was no blood, and the holes that her body had been given were already starting to heal instantly. It seemed only not too long ago that the first time this happened it terrified her - but ever since she started practicing with this sword she received from Misty, she suddenly could take nearly any blow that was given to her and she'd heal almost magically right in front of her enemy.

The odd thing was that she'd never bled once, either. It was creepy, and as much as she thought about it, she never once questioned Misty about it. If anything, she thought it a major advantage - how lucky was that to have nearly died and then from then on you were seemingly invincible?

She knew no one like that - so she smiled and looked back at Donovan with laughing eyes as she got back to her feet, giving her sword another twirl before attacking again herself.

[Donovan Siroaki]

Taking a few nipping strikes at his arms and shoulders, Don quickly retracted his shield back in front of him, forced to once again take a defensive position against another one of Chika's whipping, slashing barrages. As sparks flew from Chika's flaying slashes, all Donovan could do was mumble and swear at how his strike seemed to do nothing, and at the stinging sensation emanating from his wounds.

Maneuvering away from Chika, till he was what he hoped was out of range, Donovan was ready to go on the offensive. Shifting his shield's form, it now slammed to the ground with a weighty thud as a large, steel mace head attached to a chain that Donovan held in his hands.

"Fine, bitch. If I can't stab you to death, then I'm gonna crush you into a pile of bloody meat."

Taking a couple steps forward, Donovan whipped the chain, causing the large steel ball to take flight in Chika's direction. The only problem is that Don had to constantly change the density of his steel orb for him to actually wield it, as he had not the strength to swing such a monstrous weapon. Not having any real experience with the weapon, Don fluxed the orb's density and mass too much in his attempt to swing it that for the few instances when it was light, the cold winds that blew across the desolate plains shifted the weapons trajectory, causing it to crash several meters off to the side of Chika.

"Oh s***!" Don swore boisterously, hoping his ingenuity would allow him to think up a quick counter-measure.

[chika]

"Heehee, you're not really a big and tough man, are you?" Chika couldn't help but giggle and without any hesitation she ran forward to take a direct strike at Donovan with her sword.

[Donovan Siroaki]

"Maybe not, but at least I'm not a hallow-headed bitch like you."

But Chika was right in questioning Don's strength. He was no legendary warrior with colossal muscles that tore his shirt with a flex. No, his battle experience before all "this" was being a boxer, a championship grade one, but that offered little comfort when fighting against some crazy bitch with a magic sword. In all actuality, Don's true strength, in combination with his powers, came from his ingenuity and quick thinking, and thankfully he could demonstrate that right now as the proverbial lightbulb flickered on above his head.

Detaching the chain that connected to his massive sphere, he whipped it back towards Chika, and with the help of his telekinetic control, entangled her legs, causing her to fall prone from the momentum of her quick strides. Concentrating now on the the circular mass of cards, Don expanded the sphere as far as the cards could stretch, causing the sphere to increase massively in size. Keeping the orb light in weight, Don began to roll it towards Chika, slowly increasing it's mass as he it came closer and closer to it's intended target. Eventually Donovan released control of the rolling mass, it incredible heft now fueling the momentum that caused it to hurdle perilously towards the fallen foe.

"Let's see how you enjoy this, you stupid gothic waif!"

[chika]

Chika never made much of a sound as she was brought harshly to the ground. She winced in pain, and glared as she tried to find her sword; she had dropped it in her surprise fall. Scrambling to get back up, she had barely noticed the large sphere coming her way until it was practically charging at her.

'...Toys. That's all he's playing with. Toys.' She refrained from thinking anything along the lines of "I'm doomed."

Ahead of her was her sword, only an arm's reach away. If she grabbed it, she'd surely be crushed by the large ball. If she didn't, she could barely escape with either none or minimal injuries.

Chika didn't have time to weigh out her options. She threw her body back and rolled away from the sphere as it came crashing through. She felt a great pain in her left ankle, but couldn't be sure if it had come from Donovan's attack or her own stupid haste in trying to escape the attack.