K.Beetle Krakh V Angel

[Sephirothsicase]

(Ill be using my other character, just made him today, because I wanted to fight Angel but TiChei got there first. First to surrender or K.O or death.)

*Krakh was bent over a corpse of a little human girl. He estimated that she was only about 4 to 6 years old. His large mouth dug into her flesh and tore out large chunks of meat. He swallowed loudly as he heard the slight noise of metal on wood.

Immediatly, His exoskeleton opened and small circular peices slid over his face and clicked together, making him look human. His large insect wings folded over his body, making what seemed to be a robe. Humans wore these things. They had strange fashion sense.

What was his next victim? He didnt know, but he hoped it was juicy. He clicked with his throat, sending out the horrifying, unhuman sound that echoed around the dead, snowy buildings.*

[Angel]

*Angel is just around the corner and curses the blades on her calf which have just scored the wooden box next the her. She'd been watching this atrocity, with not little fear and disgust, and had become careless.

The sudden clicking noise makes her curse silently again, it knows some one is here, and she steps out into the street. The eerie sound makes her shudder but she stands steady, an advantage of training. Automatically flicking through her three spectrum's of vision, no magical aura and a very cool body, cold blooded? It also shows strange differences in temperature between bits of its bodies.

she's wearing her usual armour, light and strong, and her wings are furled neatly on her back.*

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*Krakh takes three strides towards the strange woman

His face is only a couple of inches away from her own. He could examine her expression this way. A small drip of blood hit the floor from under his mask.

He guessed that she was doing the same. Testing him, seeing where his weakness where.

So he waited her her to make a move. The clicking continued. Right in her face.*

[Angel]

*She stares him down, or tries to. Only he is taller. And he's clicking. Her right hand twitches and her eyes flash darkly.*

Back. Off. *She growls and in less time than it took her eyes to flash her swords are on her hands and they scrape on his hard carapace* I don't know WHAT you are, but this is MY territory and you. Will. Leave.

*if looks could kill...*

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*Krakh tilted his head to the left suddenly, examining her. Voices spoke from his mouth though it did not move. Voices that were not his.

"You...are going.... to make... me...?"

His mask suddenly flicked away. It showed his horribley disgusting face. Eyes round, black and shiny. Feelers poking over them, tasting the air around her. And his fangs and mouth, dripping with blood and gore.*

[Angel]

*The voice makes her shake inside but she keeps a stone cold show to the world. Its like words from the graves, dead peoples voices...

She gives herself a mental shake* Yes. My turf. My responsibility. You. Will. LEAVE!

*Her voice is low and forceful. It brokers no question as to what will happen here, one way or the other, willingly or in pieces. His face makes her step back but the fire does not dampen in her eyes, merely is laced with a little fear.

She steps back and readies for a fight but beginning in a defensive position belays that slight fear.*

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*Krakh took one step towards her as she took one away from him.

His wings fell away back into his exoskeleton, showing his full body. Spindly yet strong, thin yet heavy.

He raised his two talons, both about 60 cm's long and tapped them against each other.

"Come....take me...."

Those voices, the ones he had stollen from other people spoke again.

[Angel]

*The voice. Angel freezes and her eyes don't see, her ears don't hear.*

i wont let them take her!

*laughter. Broken souls and broken lives make broken voices.*

I can't! I can't, I can't, I can't! run, gotta run.. leave, away! if you cant run, you walk, cant walk, crawl, cant crawl, find someone to carry you! help, help! runrunrun!

*Mumbles, no words, on the outside. Malicious. Planning.*

n-n-not going. clang! clang! iron wont keep me! Bang! Bang! shot you GONE! inside, outside, not here not there, WHERE ARE YOU?! leaving? coming? going? staying? not now, not ever! don't go! but don't stay!

*black shadows, where faces should be. laughing mouths. Fire and ice, life and filth. boiling rock and liquid air.*

in my head! get out! not alone though, don't leave me alone with me! eat my words, cross my heart, vow on life. FREE ME! too many, all at once! say come, say go, but i don't listen! no no no not mee! i don't listen! just hear. shouts, honey whispers in the dark, black mumbles, its POISON!

*Silence. Noiseless*

get away! you're poison! in my bones, in my head, my ears, my throat! poisonpoisonpoison...

RUN!

*Angel snaps, eyes blank and soulless, as uncaring as the sea and as promising of violence. she lives in her own personal hell. A step towards her enemy. Her blades fall. A second. Her hands rise. A third. Threads erupt from her hands. Lashing indiscriminately. Black and white. Cutting stone without slowing, iron, steel, plastic, wood. Slash, cut, whip and burn.

Step. CRASH! Step. CRUNCH! *

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*Krakh immediatly shot to the right, and brought his elbow through the almost cardboard like wall. He smashed through it with ease. It was dark outside. So he then got an idea.

He leapt upwards with his powerful legs and smashed through the ceiling. Just as he thought, powerlines running between the floor. He hooked his talon around a group of them and let his weight carry him down. Sure enough, he cuts through the power cords and the lights black out in the whole building.

Everywhere was darkness. He saw through perfect heat vision. He knew that his Exoskeleton was designed to be a heat shield, plus he didnt need heat to survive. His body worked completely on fluids, nothing was burnt. Dissolved maybe, but not burnt.*

"Tell me dear... can the... pretty girl see.... in...dark?"

[Angel]

*She begins to sag and the razor sharp threads shorten and fuzz into uncontrolled clouds of fibre. Finally they go completely but the life doesn't return to her eyes, they seek movement, a flicking shadow, a cooler or warmer patch moving, anything to lash out at.

Nothing. She lights up the night with a fierce blast of white hot fire from her hands. Heat radiates into the building and she finds him, her target. She sends the fire ball out in a long stream straight at him.

wont take me, burn you! light take life and BURN IT, burn burn buurrrrnn..

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*"Well, that was a waste of time.." He thought as he began running again. The only thing around him was a window, a door and the hole in which he had come through. He smashed through the window and swung over the fire exit railing. He sunk both talons into the wall and began sliding down the wall.

He hit the snow 5 stories down, and looked upwards, watching and waiting.*

[Angel]

*She swings the jet of fire like a cutting torch after him until the corner obscures him from her twisted sight. A feral growl tears from her throat and echoes over the crackling of small fires.

She pounds down the street as he slides down the wall and prepairs a second fire ball, not quite as hot but just as fierce. she sends it flying just as he hits the ground. The snow flashes into steam as it passes and even the tarmac begins to melt.*

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*Krakh's insect wings snap open and start beating, he flies across the road, above a few cars as they passed and over the pavement. He latches himself onto the wall, and grabs hold of a small boy. About 8 years old.

He scales the wall a little, around the 3rd floor before he holds the child infront of his body, and uses it like a hostage.*