Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150811164916/@comment-27226023-20150813204130

The initiated speed Calli had obtained was so overwhelming that Scythe didn't have time to react. Instead he pushed forward, swinging powerfully with his blade ready to prefer another grand attack.

Calli stopped before him, balancing on her tippy toe as she lashed out with her claws with such incomprehensible agility with impeccalbe balance, not even rocking the slightest despite attacking with her full blown power.

The elongated scythe blade was split off. At the hands of Calli's now elongated claws. Stronger, sharper, than steel they ripped through the blade like it was tissue paper.

The tip went flying and pierced the arena wall's with a definite thud.

The crowd went silent. Confused. Staring. No one could see where Calli went. What she was even doing.

Scythe stood there at the mercy of it all. Briefly from the corner of his eye he could see flashes of blue lightening which was the only thing that signified Calli's movements.

Then Calli spun, aiming at the back of his neck. The bruise was still there from their last sparring match. She kicked him there. With all her speed driven might.

But she wasn't done.

Calli had preprogrammed triggering attacks that anticipated whatever hostile counter Scythe would try to make. She would respond accordingly without sparing a thought. Her ability to manipulate her inner magic to an electrical enhancer allowed her body to preform at speeds that wouldn't be deemed possilbe even with her given athletic blessings of the coyote.

Calli had this ability divided into two segments: Speed of Lightening and Thunderclap. Such attacks transcended even her own limits, reacting on reflex alone.

Both abilities coupled together allowed her to hit Scythe with rapid succession and at a very powerful rate with organ rupturing blows that easily surpassed her opponents given speed.

She topped it off by delivering an ending blow to the symphony of crackling lightening. Right to his chest. Surging high voltage throughout his body shocking his nerves and frying his nervous system.

The referee rushed in waving his flags widly blowing his whistle, his face reddened with the effort.

Calli was breathing heavily. Not out fatigue.

No.

Of pent up rage that, even after her blitzed out incursion, had yet to still be released. Her pupils were dilated into thin slits that looked as if they had disappeared within the color of her hazel green eyes. She twitched violently. Her teeth were gritted. Her hands cracked, the long digits of her fingers waggling violently.