City of Lights

[AmbushCat]

*Zapana would try to dodge... if she weren't busy emulating John Travolta's performance in Saturday Night Fever. To her credit, she's able to get down low enough to the ground that the vacuum blades soar just above her, scraping some ice crystals off the tips of her ears.*

*humming* Everybody was kung fu fighting---blast it girl, that's not the song, and now's not the time! Dirge, that status condition you hit me with has a #$*#&@@$ weird sense of humor!

[Raleigh]

Dirge: Blame that on the spirits themselves. Normally the target wouldn't notice due to being stuck fighting several demons and the like. Earth Whirlpool. *The ground beneath Zapana begins to swirl in an attempt to drag her into it.*

[AmbushCat]

*Taking a gamble, Zapana deliberately tries to charge towards the center of the whirlpool...and ends up rocketing face-first into Dirge's Dimensional Shell---and by rocketing, we mean "in access of 10,000 MPH". Probably not the best idea she could've had.*

[Raleigh]

*Depending on how well Zapana can resist damage from hitting dimensional fluctuations at a rather rapid millisecond frequency she might be pretty hurt by that.*

[AmbushCat]

*Zapana seems to be on the dazed side... and a bit bloody, though not as bad as it could've been. Her shirt and slacks are effectively ripped to shreds, though considering that her species is coated in fur, it's not a huge deal. She recovers some and stumbles away a few steps, shaking her head.*

I've had chicken wings and buffalo wings... wonder what succubus wings taste like? Can't stay in there too much longer, miscreants...

[Raleigh]

Dirge: Similarly to a bats actually. A bit spicier due to the fact the come from a demon of course. *Returns to the ground so she can once again use her wings as weapons given that she lost her sword. The dimensional shift effect is beginning to thin out around her.*

[AmbushCat]

Not what I was trying to say. What I meant to say is...

*The rest of Zapana's statement is in Japanese; loosely translated, it means... well, the author can't repeat it verbatim in polite company, but it has something to do with mid-battle colonoscopies. After a few moments what Zapana said sinks into her brain, and she facepalms heavily.*

Gonna borrow a line from Circe here: oh, for the love of...

[Raleigh]

*Dirge's wings shift into spear tipped tendrils that fire off at Zapana.*

[AmbushCat]

*Zapana sees them coming and tries to dodge... but instead slips and falls on the frozen ground right before they would've reached her. This, though, proves to be her breaking point.*

*growls* Enough is enough! I have had it with these #^***%&( snakes in my @#&^$%* brain! Everybody strap in; I'm about to open some #*(^& windows!

*And with that she sits up, folds her arms, and... just sits there with her eyes closed. Not moving, barely breathing. From the looks of things, she's trying not to give the spirits infesting her any sort of satisfaction.*

[Raleigh]

((Ah, you can feel free to shake that off anytime. It didn't occur to me to say that earlier.))
Dirge: That trick was far more useful than I expected given that it isn't anywhere near as strong as grandma's version.

[AmbushCat]

((OOC: That's okay, I was having fun. I don't get to do this sort of thing with Zapana too often. >^_^< ))

*finally getting a handle on things; stands back up again* Yeah, yeah... laugh while you still can, twinkle-toes. I'm about ready to bring this to an end, aren't you? Cue the music.

*The fourth wall cooperates with her, kicking her personal battle theme into gear. Zapana raises her hand palm outwards at Dirge, firing a beam of high-intensity plasma at her.*

[Raleigh]

Crap. Crap. *Tries to dodge out of the way but gets caught on her right arm.* I hope these gloves hold up.

[AmbushCat]

*Dirge's glove should hold up for the most part, though depending on her actual durability her arm should still sting like mad. Zapana levels a few more Plasma Beams at her to keep her honest, then blurs out of visibility via pure speed.*

[Raleigh]

Dirge: I'm really going to have to go through granma's speed training when this is over. I'm a power type. *Attempts to take to the air the moment Zapana disappears hoping she'll be harder to hit if she isn't on the ground.*

[AmbushCat]

*Dirge's guess is right on the money, as Zapana's fist plows through the space where her head had been moments before.*

Oh-ho-ho-no you're not! *jumps up, trying to grab Dirge's ankle before she gets too far out of reach*