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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

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Motochika had been fighting for almost a hundred days straight, which meant Nana had been hanging on display for almost a hundred days straight. She was now draped with a water soaked cloth, which Motochika had provided to her for hotter more sunny days.
 
Motochika was being escorted to the arena again, slowly flexing his fingers to test them. He had his full strength back and he was ready to make a break out with Nana and Ren. He grabbed the soldiers walking with him and smashed their heads together, smooshing them like rotten fruit. He rushed off to where Nana was strung up and gently held her wrist as he untied her. "It's time, Nana."
 
Nana, though still exhausted and weak from lack of water, nodded her head, and once her wrists were undone, she pointed to the intricate collar around her neck. Once Motochika removed it, Nana would be able to use her powers again; he could hear the crowd booing just a small ways off, they were always impatient for their bloodshed.
 
Motochika snorted and took Nana's hand, heading off with her to go find Ren. Many soldiers tried to stop them but Motochika crushed them all easily, determined to get what little of his crew that lived out of here and back out to sea.
 
”Motochika, my collar.” Nana was too tired to move on her own, so she held onto Motochika’s wide shoulders, smelling the air. ”I think Ren’s fighting as well.. I smell him.”
 
"Oh God, sorry, I totally forgot." He apologized and stopped, taking the collar around her neck and snapping the metal cleanly, even though it tried stopping him with shocks and burns of magic.
 
Once it was off, it was like a switch had been flipped inside Nana; she easily gathered the moisture from the air to wet herself and keep her gills from drying out, as well as using the remaining water to soothe Motochika’s burns.
 
Nana shook her head, giving him a soft smile before standing, well, hovering was a better term. ”Lets go.”
Cheers could be heard in the arena just down the hall, had another fight started? And if Ren was fighting, who was it?
 
Nana didn’t have to answer, in seconds they reached the end of the hall, and there stood not Ren, but Yukimura. He no longer had his spears, no, he would surely end the fight much too quickly with them, instead he wielded a training spear, one with no blade on the end. Ren was on the ground at Yukimura’s feet, Yukimura beating on his back so hard, it split open his flesh. Ren was already bleeding from the nose and mouth, looking barely conscious at this point.
 
That meant Akihime was nearby. Good. He wanted her to watch as he beat her dog into the dirt. Motochika burst forward at lightning speed, catching Yukimura off guard and pile driving him into a wall. "Yukimura-sama!" That was definitely Akihime, she stayed as everyone else left the arena in a panic.
 
Oh no, not one of the people in the audience was free of sin, for nearly a hundred days they cheered on as her husband bled and suffered, as she died over and over and they simply watched. The screams of horror quickly turned into screams of anguish, everyone in the crowd starting to shriveling until they were nothing more than a husk, leaving the arena dead silent. All of the moisture from the now husks of people gathered in a large orb above the arena, Nana slowly making her way out of the tunnel and toward Akihime in her sky box. She looked terrifying, her eyes now looking like mirrors as she glared straight at Akihime. ”Motochika... Be my mouth.” Nana sounded furious, staring down Akihime with those awful mirror-like eyes. ”Be ready Witch, for now it is your turn to endure the pain you plagued upon others.” She snarled silently, sharp teeth glinting in the bright sun.
 
"Be ready Witch," Motochika used all his strength to keep Yukimura pinned down, "for now it is your turn to endure the pain you plagued upon others."
"I dare you to try, I'll turn you to a fish fry before you can use your powers on me, Nana-dono." Akihime said snidely.
 
Nana snarled and rose into the air by another foot, a safe distance off the ground. Half of the water sphere broke off and enclosed Nana, but didn’t make contact with her, only creating a shield around her, while she sent the rest hurtling toward Akihime at breakneck speed.
Yukimura struggling with Motochika, growling and snarling as he regained his composure and slammed a heavy fist into his side.
 
She waved her hand and the water evaporated in an instant before she gave a bored yawn. She rose her hand palm up and closed her fist sharply, a bolt of lightning striking down over Nana like she was a lightning rod.
Motochika grunted and grabbed Yukimura's wrist, slamming it into the ground and breaking it, "Stop struggling, dammit, just give up."
 
The sphere that contained Nana, being salt water, conducted the lightening rather well. The entire sphere exploded into a heavy mist, electricity sparking across the arena. There was no thud of a body, in fact, Nana was no longer in front of Akihime. Akihime heard the dripping of water on the stones behind her, then a firm hand pushed her over the edge of the sky box, sending her tumbling I got He sand below. It was Nana, how had she made it behind her? She hadn’t moved from her spot in front of Akihime; but the water in the air had been all around them.
 
Akihime squeaked and manipulated the air to cushion her fall. She looked up at Nana and grinned, "Impressive, Nana-dono. I had forgotten your ability to control water was on par with my own. Demo," She rose her hand and started forcing the water from Nana's gills, "I am not so easy to kill."
 
Nana didn’t try to stop Akihime, watching the water she had been storing in her gills exit her body and move toward Akihime. In the shade of the skybox, she had five minutes tops without her water. She wouldn’t need longer, she could sense her true target approaching. She rose her own arm and made her hand flat, forcing the water to move faster toward Akihime and away from herself; was she suicidal? Agony shot through Akihime, up her lower leg and throbbing though her entire body. A ball of water had slammed directly into her calve, crushing her leg below the knee. Blood already started to trickle from Nana’s gills, but Amaya was here.
“Akihime-sama!”
 
Nana didn’t need to hear her screams to know she was suffering greatly, and it excited Nana’s bloodlust.
“Akihime-sama, I cannot simply lea-“ Amaya’s words were cut short, water being forced from her mouth and slowly enclosing her own head in a sphere of water. Amaya clawed and struggled to free herself from the water, but she couldn’t breathe or see; Akihime could feel her pain. Her lungs ached and her head felt like it was in a vice, but worst of all, she felt like her insides were drying up. Then blood sprayed the air, Amaya’s throat torn wide open and gushing blood, Nana now beside Amaya’s bloody flesh hanging from her teeth.
 
Akihime's eyes widened and she forced herself upright, "No..." She muttered and limped forward, "No...No!! Amaya!!" She could barely take a step before she fell, but she willed herself to move, "No, don't take Amaya from me! Please, please! Not Amaya!" She begged.
 
Nana spit the chunk of flesh out and caressed the struggling Amaya by her neck and waist, taking her other hand and slowly pushing it through her leather armor and into her chest. With one swift motion, she ripped out Amaya’s heart, blood splattering onto Akihime’s face in the arena below.
Yukimura suddenly stopped fighting, falling limp against the ground; even after Motochika broke both of his arms in multiple spots, he still fought, but only after Akihime’s outburst did he fall still.
 
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