ᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ꜱᴋʏ | ᴛᴇɴᴢᴀɪ & ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴍ

[Tenzai]

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇʟɪᴇꜰ | ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀꜱ: ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ - ᴏꜱᴛ ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺​ "Do you wield your weapons. Or do they wield you? It is like a child wearing a tunic three sizes too big for them. Such equipment is wasted on a coward like you." Her eyes furrowed at the idea that her taunts were cutting deep into her pride. Her armor was glamorous, befitting of the higher circles of her species, though as a result of it given her young age, many others in Heaven had assumed the same. Her title and her parents had afforded her power and status at the cost of being seen as an inheritor of it, rather than someone who had earned it via her own works. "I'll release it from the disgrace of being worn by you." The first slash came fast, much faster than Idra had expected. However, the holy warrior princess did not move nor stumble. Her divine shield was resolute, acting as a match for Ophelia's carving darkness. "Tough words coming from someone who wasted her years in a tower." Her armor seemed unscathed by the swiftness of her first strike. While she herself might have gotten the question of the divine, her armor was blessed by a holy blacksmith, one that could be seen handling the work of gods. "I've trained with the armor of gods. All you have is nothing but experience with shadows." Despite her words, her boots were pushed back, leaving a trail of shifted dirt from the force of her attack. Her armor was impeccable but her stance had hinted at her dependence on her gear for her success. Ophelia had the speed to go against Idra's resilience. She wielded darkness against Idra's light. "Tell me, Idra," A plume of dust had shot up from where she landed, leaving clouds born of sand around the battlefield. Even though the crowd had cheered their names, to Idra, her battlefield was silent. All that mattered were herself and the woman in front of her and she knew she couldn't afford to lose, especially not to someone so new in name and title. Ophelia was no champion. She was no renowned warrior. She was a lucky human that ruled over a backwater world generations ago, nothing more. "Have you ever personally buried one of your subjects? Have you given them their passing rites? Have you laid down flowers on their last resting place?" "My subjects are eternal. They are perfect. They know not of defeat." A smirk crossed her face from underneath her helmet finding another significant difference between her kingdom and Ophelia's. "Looks like your kind are only good at dying. Quite like your team, how fitting." The pain from her past fight was made apparent, leading to her limbs moving slower than they had when fighting Neon. Though where she lacked in freshness, her vitriol had served instead as fuel for her speed as well as some other unknown dark force. "Have you had to meet the eyes of a widow as you tell her that her husband remains could not be recovered? Had a child ask you why they couldn't see daddy anymore?" Idra grew quiet, hearing the same thought be brought up by her dad before he passed. The painful memory of his lectures alone had caused her to grit her teeth, making her shield grow even brighter with divine resistance. "If you have not suffered along your subjects, don't you dare call yourself royalty!" "What do you know about royalty?!"​ Pointing her spear at the growing amalgamation of darkness in front of her, the princess of light had readied herself to pierce through the corruption that came from Ophelia's patron's boon. However, before she was able to stab through it, the small ball of darkness suddenly grew massive, overtaking her shield, leading to it cracking upon impact and finally... Breaking. With a single attack, Idra's concentration on her defense had cracked, shattering the indomitable protective outer shell that so many others had struggled with piercing through in the past. The fact that she had done so that quickly had caused a roar to take the stands, leading to even Neon standing from her seat to cheer. While Neon herself might have been able to break through the shield, it wasn't without tons of sacrifice to come before. Perhaps Ophelia stood a chance. "KICK HER ASS!" "THATS MY PRINCESS!" "MAKE US PROUD!" "... Clap clap clap. Woooo." Her team had offered Ophelia her hopes as Idra swiped her blade to clear the arena of the dark soot and smoke that clouded her vision. Her armor was still stubbornly standing, though from the looks of it, it was the last layer standing in between her and her vulnerable flesh. "Until... you can resonate with the suffering of others, you will never be a true monarch. Give up now... before I make you regret ever crossing paths with me." The offer of surrender had made the princess laugh. "You're asking me? The future queen of the Northern Sky, to give up? How ignorant you are! Let me show you the power of someone deemed to lord over Heaven." Her spear glowed annoyingly bright, illuminated enough to render those too close and without protection blind. From the channeling of its energy, it seemed that the denial of vision was not its only intended effect as the very air molecules around began to heat up with divine fire. "Try and dodge this if you can." With her massive weapon, she threw a wave of light back in Ophelia's direction. Though her attack was slower than Neon's were, it made up for that lack of speed in size and power, bathing the arena in force as it traveled towards Ophelia. However, while it might've made short work of her if she was unable to rise off the ground, Idra was far from done. Following after her first volley, the back of her armor sprouted wings as jets underneath had given her speed to adjust for her armor's overwhelming weight. It was through the expert use of her gear that made her a dangerous foe to most, one that required Ophelia's answer to her god. Wielding her massive spear, its point reached Ophelia's rapier as she charged, forcing it to bend as it parried away most of its force into the ground, causing the very floor itself to crack, bending light as it collided only to leave behind a glowing mark of consecrated dust behind. "How dare you speak to me like we're equals! Your entire kingdom had lived for only a portion of my father's own!" Massive thrusts had afforded Ophelia enough time to strike twice in between every handheld artillery strike driven into her position. Though with every cut of her rapier, the tip bounced from swiftness alone. Whichever force that existed behind her blade needed to work in tandem with her and her deity. "I will not let you speak ill of it or me! You haven't earned that right!" Becoming disgruntled at the fact that her spear was too slow with her shield unable to block in time, Idra finally let go of the shield, letting it fall with a heavy thud as she wielded her spear with both hands. If she simply let this fight go on as is, neither of them would be able to strike down their opponent and she wasn't going to let someone speak ill of her entitlement to her royalty without suffering the taste of defeat at the hands of her light first. By surviving the first attacks and breaking through her shield, Idra had deemed her worthy of her effort and her fight. "Is that all your tough words have? Is that all your strength amounts to? Don't make me laugh." "If you were worthy of your title, you would've landed a meaningful blow by now."​ Realizing that Ophelia's method of escape was to always remain out of reach instead of casting a shield to protect herself, the princess had shifted her tactic, casting a spell that created a shield which forced her inside. The wall was transparent, too thick to cut through easily without risking herself with another eldritch fireball. "All that talk just for you to disappoint your friends." Reaching towards a sheath that rested at her hip, as she let go of the spear, it vanished into golden sparkles. only to have a certain vampire's blade take its place. "It would be poetic for Neon's blade to be what does you in." A fan of the theatrics, the angelic princess had infused Ophelia's friend's weapon with a shroud of her own light, tainting its darksteel-forged origin with consecration gold. "A perfect end for such an imperfect being." "Be proud that your common blood had brought you this far."​