ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇᴅꜱ

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Eyes locked onto Edge, she leaps towards Edge. Claws out, swiping away with furious energy. She doesn't stop slicing the air, she doesn't stop lunging forward.

And the instant she notices Edge disappear from her view? She immediately goes to rake her claws behind her, to catch the rabbid off guard.

The strike misses Edge entirely, and Scarlet's fist collides with the grassy earth they stood at. Leaving a smoking crater behind.

If a strike like that hit Edge, who's to say how severe the damage would have been.

| I schleep

Her state that of unadulterated bliss, of battle lust.

One moment, she's standing there supporting herself next to a tree. Then, a spark of yellow.

A fist balled up, as she strikes right down at Edge. The strength behind such a punch feels like it's enough to punch a hole through anyone, really.

This was bliss. . .

Her muscles sparked red, the damage she received from Echo was building up within her muscles. Ready to reflect the damage right back on the next strike.

" I'm going to fucking punch a hole through you. . And enjoy some rabbit stew. "

A back and forth of damage, of force.

The blade swung, and hit Scarlet several times over, a series of cuts placed onto her skin. . Which was already, albeit slowly, piecing themselves together.

A jump back, her claws dig into the bark of a nearby tree.

Then, a cackling laugh.

Taking the opportunity to immediately enter a stance, a step forward. Delivering her left fist directly to their stomach, an explosion of strength behind it. Followed with a severe and hefty kick.

The crushing strike enough to throw one's balance off. Enough to cause the bat to splinter out, and shatter on itself, leaving Scarlet with nothing but her sharp claws.

And she was more than fine with that, given her wicked grin.

Scarlet. . Just stands there. Watching the spinning blade with pin point accuracy. Each movement, watching as it spins, as the distance is closed in. Then, with single decisive strike, she swings the bat down onto Edge's blade.

" I don't need to go providing my reasons either. . Not that I fuckin' need one to begin with. "

" A grudge set up by someone else ? As if I'd let others manipulate me like that. I hate everyone, everything, you're not special. "

Rolling their glinting yellow eyes . Eyes narrowed as they continue to look at his back .

A difference between the two. One fought with strategic smoothness. The other. . . Unpredictable.

A quick movement, Scarlet makes sure her bandages are wrapped around her hand, the ends tied to the hilt of her nail bat.

Then, another swing to the individual that keeps dodging her.

Eyes darting back to the Warrior, the Berserker reacts with a split second to spare, a strand of hair trimmed shorter than the rest. She's chastising herself, she should be faster than this.

A huff of steam, a warm breath of hate.

Silence came after such a statement.

" But you should know that. Given how much I want you to croak already. "

" Just pin needles? Perhaps I should glare even harder, until you feel a knife in your back. "

She spits out, words thick with malice and hatred.

" I'm not looking to make 'good' impressions with strangers I already despise. I'm not looking to make 'friends' either. "

" Don't disappoint. "

She says, before her face is warped with boiling fury.

Then, with a flash of red electricity, she swings the bat with ferocious strength that would surely cause the wooden bat to be completely eviscerated, if it hit either Edge, or one of the many trees.

Silence, the statement that Edge knew why Scarlet was here, knew what she wanted, that was all the confirmation she needed.

Scarlet moves both her hands around the hilt of the wooden nail bat.

A stance like she's ready to swing a home run.

| Getting the urge to commission some art of Scarlet. . .

Arm loss?

Older Scarlet?

Hmm. . .

All while, her eyes are glaring down at her newest victim. Her newest target.

All while murderous intent is practically bubbling off her.

Heart pumping, blood boiling. She's desperate for a good brawl, a battle that will release her blood lust, her battle lust. A berzerker waiting to be released.

Dragging her wooden bat along the ground, the nails scraping and making a horrendous sound as it's dragged over.

@flyingblade.bsky.social

Carrying around such a weapon was going to grab the Red Oni's attention.

A weapon for someone of short stature, it tells the Oni that they are powerful. Powerful enough to put her six feet under? That's what she's desperate to find out.

Just a distance away, and the Oni is already glaring daggers at them.

Just pure hatred towards everything, it seems.

@heirofspace.bsky.social

With their presence near, their scent is familiar.

The Oni herself, is not familiar in the slightest. But the blood she carries.

Particularly the blood of one individual.

Anya.

| idk. I just be a jokester

| Heard you want your oc maimed. . .

Would be a shame if Scarlet got their mitts on 'em-

| hey

And then, a flash of red light. A streak of red, like a lightning bolt that was directed towards Alastor. Claws swiping down as soon as she was within range, her right hand swinging down to cleave Alastor in fleshy ribbons.

Boiling over, steam is escaping her lips. How ecstatic she is over a duel.

" Shut UP. The time for TALK is OVER. "

The Red Oni can only smirk with glee, a curved line that grows ever more.

The bat is annihilated. This is what she is hoping for. Release, an individual that can finally give her a proper warrior's death.

Death.

Something she's been chasing.