Triple-threat-match! Shariaya, Dulsa, and Seraphim

" ... Me.... In the White Gale..? "

Sharaya's voice, it sounded dark and lethal, a grin flashing upon her lips as she glared up at Dulsa first, bringing one clawed hand up infront of her and brought it to her own face, though faced forward as she continued.

" ...I used to be.. Because I used to care.. Maybe even love Seraphim, over there.. But you see.. "

She'd take a few steps forward close to them, bringing both hands to her sides, as if looking a little calmer but instead she was furious, she wantd to lay waste to these two.

" I'm too wild for the White Gale, nothing can keep me tamed and thanks to you.. Dulsa... You brought back that wild wolf in me and it just decided to grind you two to dust! "

Her grin became wider and charged straight towards Dulsa, both claws extended before she suddenly changed angles and tried to swipe one of her clawed hands across Seraphim's chest.

" You go down first!! "

"I Dont understand what's going on!!! Shanari Did You Lie To me!?!?" Dulsa wasn't sure who her REAL enemy was, she didnt care who she fought but she did like to have more allies than enemies.

Dulsa saw the attack Shariaya chargeing at her with intent to claw her again as before. Dulsa remembed the feeling of her skin torn by sharp nails, it made her cringe inside knowing she could have that feeling again.

"I haven't done anything you whore!!!" Dulsa leaped up on the cage hanging above the mat like a cat, evadeing the chargeing Russian.

"I'll just have to beat you both to GET MY ANSWERS!!!" Dulsa flew over the mat leaping from the cage toward seraphim with her leg out for a flying kick aimed dead at her chest.

Those words struck Seraphim hard and close, like someone jabbed a spear into her heart, leaving her nearly too shocked to even fight for the moment, unable to beleive that Sharaiya said those words. She was leaving White Gale? And... did she say she loved her? That crimson eye stared at Sharaiya in a widened, speechless shock, having trouble fathoming this to be true. She was here to forge the bond between them, not see it get severed. [size=85:27s4cnwf]"Sharaiya... you can't just..." Murmering under her breath, Seraphim's guard dropped a little, momentarily more concerned for her friend than the fight, one of her fist's trembling a little at her side as her stance faded, and she stood there, finding this too hard to swallow.

Sharaiya blamed Dulsa though, she was letting out all her rage because of this girl, becoming exactly what Seraphim had feared her close friend would succumb to, watching as the Lunatic Wolf resurfaced, and charged at Dulsa. She couldn't even react quick enough to stop her, only to be blindsided as Sharaiya unleashed a vicious claw strike right at Seraphim's gut. Normally, Seraphim's reflexes were quick, and if she had her stance, she could have simply raised her knee, letting a limb take the damage. But after Sharaiya's statement, Seraphim was unable to react, barely flinching and backing just slightly at the last moment, getting a harsh tear in her flesh as Sharaiya's claw-like fingernails tore a large, clean strike through her white buttoned up shirt, edges of her jacket, and ripped her skin, blood seeping from the wound.

If Seraphim didn't react at all, the cut would have been much deeper and dangerous, but it still stung. The pain was euphoric though, Seraphim's masochistic side somewhat enjoying that even though she felt guilty about who inflicted it. "So... that's how it's going to be then?" Seraphim said in a low, dangerous tone, her eye narrowing as she immediattly entered her stance, just in time to see Dulsa's blow coming at her. Raising her knee and lowering her elbow, she let her limbs soak the damage from Dulsa's leaping kick, not even gazing at the girl when she flashed Serpahim upskirt, and instead staring Dulsa right in her blue eyes with that bloody, crimson gaze, as if both attacks didn't even phase her.

"Then I have no choice." Seraphim said while she had blocked the blow, using her arms to grab Dulsa's leg, raising it high, making it uncomfortable if she wasn't flexable enough, makinf the shorter girl really take a stretch as Seraphim started to raise her leg higher. Then, with her other fist, only one holding Dulsa by the ankle, she would quickly wind a punch back, and unleash it into the back of Dulsa's stocking covered knee, attempting to cripple her movement some with one of Seraphim's devastating punches, letting the girl really know the danger and ferocity of Seraphim's punches. "Calm the Hell down!"

Sharaiya was going attack Seraphim once more, she was so open it was not even a challenge anymore and as she brought her hand back and leaped towards Seraphim, Dulsa's words stopped her, her eyes were slightly widened as she just stood infront of them. Unless Seraphim or Dulsa attacked her within that period of time, the Russian would jump backwards and stay away from them, instead starting to look around. Her mind was on full alert and it was once again Dulsa who started it for her, glaring at the crowd around them, wanting to see a familiar face but couldn't seem to fnd it so instead, she focussed back at the two near her. Who was she going to hurt first, she had to beat them both to start hunting her sister down instead of searching. She knew her sister all too well and this was an rather obvious trap but for who?

" So... That is quite genious, Shanari.. You got me, the leader of White Gale and Dulsa in this cage.. And I'm sure you're waching your puppet Dulsa trying to beat us.. While at the same time.. "

Sharaiya tilted her head to the side, instantly recognizing her sister, who was watching her with a smirk, narrowing her eyes as she only became more obsessed with hatred and revenge.

" Calling back up.. I'll kill them all.. "

Sharaiya had to end this quickly, glaring over at Seraphim and Dulsa again before charging towards them, her clawed hands once again extending as she tried to get in close towards them and slash those fingers towards both their throats, she was really out to hurt them by the way she acted and attacked.

Dulsa's leg made a hard bend backwards as Seraphim punched the back of her legs near her knee. Tossed aside Dulsa fell to the floor, her leg acheing from the hit. She arose to find Shariaya Charging madly towards her and Seraphim, with her clawed hands ready to slash through her. Unable to get away dulsa could only block try to block the attack. Her arms in guarding her head and face did little as Sharaiya's Nails tore thorugh her skin on her hands, arms and shoulders.

"AGhhhh!!!" She squeeled in pain as her flesh was ripped. Fallinf g back towards the cage.

Seraphim tried to make her attack on Dulsa as quickly as she could. Growing up in countless brawls on the streets, Seraphim knew that leaving yourself open lead to an early grave, or in her case; one less eye, and so, she wanted to make sure she never focused too much on one opponent, and keep up a good mixture of offense and defense. The second she hit Dulsa, Seraphim let go of the girl, not even throwing her hard to the mat, just letting her fall, not trying to hurt her too severely, still holding back in the match.

The old miture of Seraphim's past desires brought a sense of sick pleasure from witnessing Dulsa in pain, but she shook it off as the lolita girl fell to the ground, telling herself not to let her darker ego resurface, and instead shifted quickly to Sharaiya, only to realize she was already on the approach. Reacting as quickly as she could, Seraphim clasped a tight grip, attempting to catch her wrist before the claws got her. And in an instant, almost a second too late, Seraphim managed to just barely stop her, but not without getting knicked. Her claw like fingernails barely sinking into Seraphim's throat, only millimeters away from being dangerously lethal, Seraphim had both hands around Sharaiya's wrist, stopping her as a few trickles of blood came from her throat, and she squeezed down hard on the girl's wrist.

"This... this isn't what you want." Seraphim said through clenched teeth, not seeming like she was struggling just yet, but truly frusterated with the whole thing as she put the two of them at a stalemate, her eye focused on Sharaiya for the momen with a strong, stern gaze. "Sharaiya, you're a better person than this. You need to learn that you'll never win like this!" And with that, Seraphim started to clench down hard, attempting to throw the girl down by the wrist or if she could, even put her in a one handed arm-bar.

Sharaiya widened her eyes lightly when Seraphim managed to catch her by her wrist, growling lowly as she immidiatly started to apply her strength forward, trying to claw at her throat completely but the sudden harsh grip on her wrist started to make the Russian grit her teeth, slowly starting to fall on one knee due to Seraphim's hold on such a vital spot of her arm, glaring up into her eye with her own deadly glare, muttering lowly at her.

" ..It's too late.. The Era of Hell is coming..It's all your fault.. "

She started to push forward, almost getting close to Seraphim's throat but instead she was flipped hard onto the mat, crying out as her wrist took more punishment, the clawed hand clenching into a fist as she was caught in a armbar, closing her eyes tightly and gritting her teeth as her legs kicked the mat wildly, trying to free herself from Seraphim's clutch.

"The Era of Hell... Whats that?" Dulsa still bleeding from her arms looked at the scene in front of her, unable to judge who to attack, She decided to take the dangerous route and attampt to climb the Cage for a big leg drop on both of her opponents.

"Aghhh." bleeding she climbed biting through the pain as she climed half way to the top hoping she would not be pulled down.

"All... my fault?" Seraphim blinked her single crimson eye at that statement, not knowing what she meant. Seraphim was doing everything in her power to create something to stop them, hoping to one day defeat them permanately. She knew that in reality, it would probably be an ongoing battle for ages, but so long as it got the Era of Hell's eyes away from other innocent people in the league, she would bare the burdon of taking everyone elses pain. Yet... the way Sharaiya said that, Seraphim didn't understand.

Maintaining the armbar, Seraphim leaned in with it, watching her friend succumb to the attack as she witnessed the painful expressions. Seraphim normally used to enjoy seeing others in such pain, but again, she told herself 'not anymore,' instead a pang of guilt still in her as she was harming someone she cared about. For that, Seraphim never engaged it too harshly, only inflicting pain, not pushing it to the point where it would risk dislocating or breaking her, just pulling her muscles in a sharp, painful manner.

When Seraphim heard Dulsa's comment though, she quickly shot her gaze up towards Dulsa, realizing she was scaling up, and identifying the disadvantage this put Seraphim at. ...As well as the brief view upskirt it gave, but Seraphim didn't bother to get distracted with a pantyshot, and instead, maintaining her hold for the ten-seconds it was normally allowed, she would holler back at the girl, even as Sharaiya's frontside was completely exposed to her for a free shot in Seraphim's clutches. Seraphim had a different plan while she held this hold though, her crimson eye meeting Dulsa's. "The Era of Hell was created to hurt other wrestlers, their members are just like slaves to the darkness." Seraphim didn't realize it, but her stern words were very similiar.... almost exact to the ones Shanari told not too long ago about White Gale, pitting her in conflicted views.

Sharaiya felt completely helpless in Seraphim's hold, her feet kept on kicking and kicking untill there were soft sounds of panting heard from the Russian, her own wild struggling was tiring her and instead of trying to keep struggling, she laid there and tried to recover some strength. The arm that was still clutched by Seraphim had been weakened, her hand mostly limp now as she rested on the mat, her eyelids starting to close halfly as she listened to the two, her body giving another arch upwards before resting once more, she just couldn't budge, though she stil hand one free hand, she could use it to slash in Seraphim's limbs but instead she just let it remain by her side, whispering something at herself.

" ....I have to... Keep.. Fighting.. "