[Horus Heresy Target] Lain vs. Cirno?

Swear words and a nasty attitude, huh? Oh boy… she sure had her panties in a bunch. Did Seraphim say anything back in response? Did she attack? Did she even hesitate? Nothing came from her. Nothing but a long, bored drag of her cigarette, the smooth taste of tobacco and the laced cocoa in it relaxing her nerve like it always did. ‘Shit… thatâ€s the stuff.†She missed these little suckers, the normal cigarettes in prison were practically currency, and just lacked that smoother taste these had.

Oh wait, what was she doing again? Ah, right, Cirno. Lute. What a hassle…

One hand still casually in her pocket, the other plucked the cigarette from her mouth, casually flicking a few ashes to the side as she stayed close to the ropes. Still trying to hide the fact that she was actually in a tenser and ready manner in case Cirno tried anything, Seraphim just waited. In fact, as if she was trying to piss on the girlâ€s pride and her sappy story, Seraphim had just one thing to say to her, casual and uncaring to the core, like Cirno was truly nothing to her, not even bothering to try and sound sarcastic.

“Shit… Iâ€m sorry, did you say something?”

And that was the last barrier that broke down for Cirno, nothing could stop her anymore, that once proud feeling, of honor and courage, it had all just died down the moment Seraphim said that to her, in the end Lute was right, they didn't care about her, they just used her like a tool for their conquest. In the end, even Cirno is a human that can be driven by revenge, and she was going to unleash all that hidden anger on Seraphim now.

" HOW DARE YOU! "

Completely losing all her composure, something Lute was now excited to see, did Cirno rush forward towards Seraphim, with little regard for defence, focus, honor, anything that prevented her from pulling sneak attacks or reckless strikes, were gone, Seraphim was now going to fight a true berserker, which despite her size, was more then a challenge for most frictionists. When she was close enough she raised the sword up high, holding the handle with both hands and tries to drive the wooden sword down straight to Seraphim's face.

" GO BACK TO HELL! "

Why wouldnâ€t she just get out of her ring? Seraphim had a match coming up after this. She was getting extremely impatient, and Luteâ€s presence only made it more agitating. She had only heard a few things about Lute awhile back and met her briefly once, and from the start, she had bad vibes about the girl. Now, after seeing her pushing Cirno into doing this, she was pretty sure that this girl was partly to do with Cirnoâ€s behavior. It figures… it had to be the Era of Hell still. She may not have cared about factions anymore, Hell the girl had little care in the world at this point after everything that happened. But she still wasnâ€t going to let things like this happen, and she was still holding her promise to crush people like this, and especially Cerbera.

…Then again, Seraphim had no idea on what really happened to the Era of Hell, and about who Cirno and Lute were really with.

Flicking a few ashes of her cigarette, the girl put it back between her lips again, only to raise a brow as she heard the girl yell at the top of her lungs. Oh boy… here she came. Almost finding this a hassle more than anything, Seraphim pulled both hands out of her pockets, keeping completely calm, as she watched her recklessly charge towards her. ‘Heh, fast little fucker… leaves herself wide open though.†Not even smirking at the thought, preparing herself.

Briefly, Seraphim rubbed her wrists, making sure the wrist-weights she always wore were still there, feeling the steel bracers underneath her longsleeved shirt. She hardly removed them, only once had she against Megumi and the other against Karina, but they always helped to keep her at a limit, another way of Seraphimâ€s masochism coming to play. But as she saw the sword raised, Seraphim had another thought for their use.

*CLANG!* The sword struck down hard, but the sound of thick, dense wood hitting a thin layer of steel echoed through the ring. Seraphim raised both her hands, and her wrists were crossed, letting the sword crash down on them, as the sword struck her wrist-weights. It was a bit risky, but Seraphim had pulled it off, feeling little more than a dull vibration in her arms that she easily shook off, keeping her locked with the shorter girl. Cigarette still in her mouth, she looked down at Cirno, blowing a plume of smoke in the girls face. “Sorry to say, but everytime I go there, Hell coughs me right back out. Fallen or not, they arenâ€t very fond of ‘angels.â€â€ And with that, the girl took advantage of the brief deadlock, and rose up her right leg swiftly. Sending a strong and quick knee-strike towards Cirnoâ€s gut, hoping to knock her breathless as her knee went soaring towards her with a calm and steady strike.

Cirno was certain that she was going to hit Seraphim, with the way she was standing, acting.. All seemed right for a harsh hit on that girl's hit but Cirno couldn't see past her own anger and hatred anymore, and when Seraphim blocked her sword in a original way, it left Cirno stunned, her legs firmly planted on the ground, still pushing down on Seraphim's arms but not going anywhere with it.

Then came the retaliation of the fallen angel, her expression changed within an instant, her brain wasn't that far off from feeling such tremendous pain that soared from it's main source, all over her body, making sure to act like a infectious virus, which ultimately identified itsself as the horrible agony that Cirno was showed, her eyes buldged open, her lips parted and released series of forced coughs, the wind knocked straight out of her lungs and the kawaii was left stumbling back, the blade of the sword dropping on the mat and dragged along as she refused to released it, falling onto one knee infront of Seraphim while she clutched her stomach, her entire stomach was in pain, she couldn't deny it, she couldn't surpress it, it was scrambling her orders that she wanted her body to follow. She was left as a statue infront of Seraphim, ironically in a knightly stance she had once been in, vowing her loyalty to Seraphim.. It was that memory that came from it, when she identified what this looked like but just in a different enviroment. Any other kawaii would have hit the dust, cry, stay down, whimper, anything to prevent themselves from getting more pain into their body.. But Cirno was different, she saw this as payback, payback for what had happened to her and she'd be damned if she would let this slide..

Forcefully she fought the game, she fought the urge to crumble down, trying to get back upon her feet, her shakey legs, looking like she wanted to drop again, she fought it, she wasn't going down, mentally she was sharper then her body, she refused to be defeated, not by Seraphim, raising her sword slowly while she looked up with a angry, yet painful look at Seraphim.

" I.. Will not... "

She grabbed the hilt with both hands and tried to swing it towards Seraphim's side, with anger and power was she going to push forward, this was her chance to show everything that she will never back down, not even from the undefeated God hand.

" BACK DOWN! "

Seraphim had to admit, she wasn't expecting to have to end up blocking like that. She could have easily stepped to the side, the girl was in a reckless state of practically being berserk now, but Seraphim was in no mood to screw around. Stop her hard and fast. And if that black haired bitch sitting on the turnbuckle decided to join in? Well she would be in an even worse state than Cirno was. In the back of Seraphim's mind, she still did remember the girl Cirno once was. That energetic kawaii fuelled by the desire for justice, and an unstoppable resolve for her cause. But she had changed. Seraphim had no control of what happened to herself, her 'fall' went by the law, crime, and murder. Cirno on the other hand had her choice, and she clearly made the wrong one, which Seraphim planned on showing to her.

"Get up, or get out." Seraphim said flatly to the girl, as she watched her coughing in pain, succumbing to falling to one knee. Seraphim's old passion for cruelty and sadism briefly flickered as she saw the girl in pain. But her current resolve shoved that aside, and she watched the girl slowly getting over the pain. All the while as she did, Seraphim took another drag on her cigarette, and rubbed her wrists where the weights rested and took the blow a moment ago. She never thought she'd use them for something like that.

Seeing Cirno with her firm resolve though, Seraphim didn't take it lightly, even if she still didn't hold a stance of any sort. The girl seemed a bit aloof about the fight, but that was all in her image, she actually saw Cirno as a threat. A small none, but because she had that wooden sword, Seraphim knew to take caution. And then, she came at her. She wasn't going to back down, huh? Fine! It was her funeral, and Lute was going to get twice as harsh of a treatment if she didn't turn tail and run. These scumbags had no idea what kind of Hell was waiting for them!

With Cirno charging, Seraphim raised her knee,and slammed her elbow down. She was attempting to catch the sword between her knee and elbow,and was confident she would. But in Cirno's rage, the girls wooden sword swung quicker then Seraphim expected, striking hard into the right side of her ribs, just above the waste. "Ngh! ...Lucky shot." Pain... God she loved that feeling. At least, physically anyway ,she had practically been a masochist from how much she reveled in it. ...Mental pain was a different story though, it was what reduced her to this state to begin with. The young woman gave a dull grunt, feeling a tender throbbing at her side, well aware a nasty bruise would be there,but she didn't stop. Her teeth grit and bit into the cigarete, her crimson eye narrowed,and her body was tense, but she didn't stop. In fact, wanting to keep Cirno from swinging that sword again, Seraphim lurched her muscular arm forward, and suddenly went for Cirno's throat. Without any hesitation, Seraphim went with her hand out, and attempted to get a sharp,tight hold on the girl, and if she did,she would pull her closer too, close enough to that Cirno wuldnt even be able to swing the sword effectively.

Cirno was not happy, eager or smiling when she managed to hit Seraphim, it was a adrenaline rush she swung with and upon impact she was left with nothing but pain, she won't be able to ignore it, not anymore but she couldn't stop herself from continueing, she had to show everyone what she was capable of, what she could accomplish! And even if she could somehow win this... Was it really herself? There was a slight hint of doubt when hit Seraphim and Lute could see it despite mostly facing Cirno's back, she decided to withdraw because she knew Cirno could not win this.. But not without putting more fuel in the fire.. To both warriors.

" Is this how you treat your ex subordinates, Seraphim? No wonder they all left you in the end.. Filling them with empty hopes and dreams and crushing them.. " Now Cirno was trying to push that wooden blade into the injured spot she had created on Seraphim, she was becoming angry again, no longer herself, it was draining away, drowned in the sea of awful memories which were created by Seraphim's departure.

" Cirno.. Don't forget.. The White Gale used your strength.. You protected Sindel and when you got beaten up and captured, they didn't even try to take you back.. You could say the Era of Hell should be blamed for attacking you but.. Where was the White Gale? " Lute hopped off the turnbuckle, she could see Cirno completely devoting herself to her hatred, her work was pretty much done here. " They all betrayed you, they disregarded you.. And here is your so called savior, trying to hurt you more.. " With a silly grin she struck at Seraphim, she quickly got out of the ring and ran up the ramp and backstage, leaving Cirno furious and losing everything she ever fought for, yet again she was going to be used to atleast weaken Seraphim. Off course, Cirno couldn't do anything when her throat was clutched with quite a powerfull clutch, pulled in and making the blade mostly rest upon the mat, she could swing it without injuring her wrist, glaring up at Seraphim with a pained yet angered expression.

" Let...Me... GO! " She removed one hand from the hilt, clenching it into a fist and chose her target, she tried to almost rocket her fist up straight into Seraphim's face, which was now within reach of her shorter arm range. With every passing second she was forgetting everything, she wanted a slaughter, and Seraphim was going to be the victim!

Seraphim felt the wooden blade still pressing into the side of her hips, right into her lower ribs, but the girl seemed like a brick wall to it, ignoring the pain to a frightening extent. This was something she could do more than just upstand again, she enjoyed it. Pain was her only friend in Prison, not once, but twice, and if Cirno thought a wooden sword was going to hurt her, she was just foolish. Try being on the receiving end of four cops nightsticks and a tazer, then maybe Cirno would see why Seraphim was so adamant.

Then, she heard that little black haired bitch start to bark. Just a dog to her. Ex-subordinate? Filling in empty hopes? Well she can just shove it, Seraphim wasnâ€t going to listen to her. In the girlâ€s mind, she knew what happenened, and yet not another soul knew otherwise. She hadnâ€t abandoned them, she was taken away. Put behind bars again because she tried to do the right thing. She just spared anyone from seeing the police take her away, and now they all thought that she abandoned them? …Fuck that. Fuck the AFW. Fuck White Gale. And Fuck this bitch who wouldnâ€t stop talking. They had no idea what she had to go through, and now they were going to act like the victims? It was these very words that started to make Seraphimâ€s blood boil. Hearing her talk to Cirno next about how she betrayed them, and how no one stood up for her? That was her own fault. It just showed to Seraphim that the girl was weak. But no where near as pathetic as Lute, a girl who just manipulated and used people. …Seraphim would have loved to see her dead.

That aside, Seraphim turned her attention to Cirno now, her grip tightly on the girlâ€s throat, only to have it interrupted from a sudden fist. Seraphim was surprised by it, the forceful punch hitting Seraphim square in the noggin, causing her head to real back. The sudden crash of Cirnoâ€s fist onto Seraphimâ€s sounded fierce, probably enough to really daze someone. And yet, Seraphim was quiet, her head tilted back, looking up towards the ceiling, like her neck had been broken. The crowd was quiet too, thinking that Seraphim actually was knocked out, or maybe severely injured. But then, the girl let out a long exhale, creating a sort of mushroom cloud of smoke above her from her cigarette, and she gave a smirk, teeth looking jagged like a devil, as she still held her head up. “…You know… youâ€re worse than shit. The only person who abandoned you… WAS YOURSELF!” With her words casual at first, even amused, she let it end with a shout, before lurching her head forward again. Cirno would see nothing but a blur of white from her hair, black from the patch, and crimson from her eye, as Seraphimâ€s head thrusted forward with tremendous force, and she went to slam her head right into Cirnoâ€s. Like a slab of steel crashing into her, Seraphim even pulled Cirno up into the blow, choking the girl by now, as she would slam her dense skull directly into Cirnoâ€s forehead, before she would drop her on her back once the blow finished. To most, it would have truly been a knock out blow, but Seraphim had a feeling it wasnâ€t going to be enough on Cirno. ...Which was perfectly fine to her.

Cirno's only problem was that she had no place to position herself after the affective hit from that punch, she tried to yank herself, hoping that the blow was enough to stun her, her hand withdrawing, grabbing onto Seraphim's wrist of the hand that still choked her, her body jerked back at the same time, she had to try to free herself now though coming to a sudden halt when Seraphim starting to speak and before she could retaliate, to send another attack, to back away, she couldn't do anything but recieve the harsh bash of her skull against Seraphim's own, for a moment was everything blank in Cirno's mind, like a TV that was hit way too hard and only produced static, it made Cirno fall lifelessly on the mat, sprawled out yet still have her sword clutched in her hand. Some of her fans gasped, there were no signs of life coming from her for those few silent seconds, any kawaii would have probably be severaly brain damaged from that, yet Cirno was someone that couldn't do that, she had something to prove... She just completely forgot what it was through all the anger and hatred she had for Seraphim, for the White Gale, for all those fakers who said they'd be there for her.

A sudden twitch ran across Cirno's body, like a quick reanimation attempt that woke it up, her free hand pressed down onto the mat while her legs shifting, trying to get a decent foot on the mat she could get up from, there was a large bruise on her forehead that had opened up, a few small streams of blood running down her nose, barely avoiding her eyes. She was slow but even in that pace did she manage to stand back upon her shakey feet, stumbling to the left once up before she slammed her foot down for a better footing, her body slumped forward, almost daring to fall but she managed to hold, clutching her sword tightly, then she moved forward, very slowly, almost like a zombie was she heading towards Seraphim, her head drooped low, blood dripping onto the mat while she spoke out soft yet in a harsh tone.

" ..I... will... not.. Lose.. "

When she was close enough, she had no idea how close she was, she just figured a few steps would do the trick, standing right infront of Seraphim, grabbing the hilt of her sword with two hands again and twisted her body to the side, trying to slam it with the force of the half spin of her body, against the same spot she just hit Seraphim, she was not done, no matter how much Seraphim would break her, she would stand back up, she was going to ' force herself ' on Seraphim, to make her deal with this and see just how Cirno is, someone who would never surrender no matter the cost.

After the headbutt, Seraphim felt the pain starting to build up in her head by now. The girl had delivered headbutts plenty, she always believed that Maui Thai had not eight points to strike with, but a ninth; her own skull. So, the girl was used to giving such deadly blows with her own head. However, as Cirno dropped to the ground in a lifeless heap, Seraphim found herself clutching her head with one hand, almost like she had a headache. She wasnâ€t desperate to take hold, just giving it a slow rub, like there was a dull throbbing there. Even after another few months in prison and becoming more resilient then ever, the girl still had to say, a headbutt after getting a fierce punch from Cirno in the skull was a bad idea. Regardless, Seraphim felt like she would be able to shake it off soon enough, hopefully before her match right after this, she hated headaches…

Letting out a long exhale, her half burnt out cigarette blew another long drift of smoke through the ring, the deathstick never leaving her lips as she took a moment to step back, observing Cirno for a moment. “Youâ€re a lost hope kid. Just stay down and quit the league. Youâ€re still young.” Her words rather flat and only half-caring, Seraphim really didnâ€t see any point in facing Cirno anymore. The girl was a worthless case, someone who got royally fucked up in the head thanks to these despicable heel organizations. But Seraphim didnâ€t see the need to do anything about it. White Gale…? No… she was ashamed to even think about it. She wasnâ€t going to take a stand against these darker alliances. At least… not with other people. If Seraphim did, she was going to do it alone. She wasnâ€t going to get anyone else involved in her marathon of chaos. And sadly for Cirno, she was the first Heel to come in her way.

She doubted Cirno could hear her, but then, she watched the girl give a small twitch, and slowly began to rise. She was bleeding in the skull, no surprise, Seraphim had a smaller bruise herself on the noggin. But she was actually able to keep herself up, causing Seraphim to quark a brow from her one good eye. “Well shit… you know at this rate Iâ€ll kill you.” Seraphim said with that nonchalant and uncaring attitude of hers. Truly she just didnâ€t sound like any of this mattered to her, like Cirno wasnâ€t even a living thing to her. “You wouldnâ€t be the first person.” Giving herself a sour reminder of Rachel, knowing she killed before, she was warning Cirno, even if her tone didnâ€t sound forboding and was just… blunt. Regardless, Cirno came at her, the bloody-faced, blue-haired girl proving to have no desire to stop as she raised her sword.

This time though, Seraphim was ready. When Cirno started to twist, it looked much like the attack she performed before, and Seraphim was able to see it coming now. The girl was still fast, but after doing the same attack twice, Seraphim wasnâ€t going to let this one go through. …Not to mention she knew another strike in the same spot that was now tender might really do some damage with that thing, but she didnâ€t admit it. Bending her knees to lower herself, Seraphim put her arms at length with the sword, and held out her open palms. With grace, she managed to intercept the blow, a loud slap being heard as the sword struck hard into Seraphimâ€s palms, both calloused hands becoming a burning red from the pain that Seraphim bit back. With a powerful grip, Seraphim took hold of the sword, and started to yank Cirno towards her, like a fish caught on the end of a line. And if she could, she would hold the end of the sword with one hand, and with her other, sheâ€d put Cirno into a headlock, squeezing tightly around her neck, but still not cutting off the girlâ€s air, like she wanted Cirno to talk.

Cirno didn't even had the ability to keep track on where she was swinging, she just figured she was going to hit her when she heard that sound, slowly staring to raise her head up, just to inspect her hit but then seeing that Seraphim had caught it, she should have figured, she hadn't done that much damge to Seraphim at all that would be deemed as powerfull or enough to weaken Seraphim to the point of taking aggressive hits, Cirno was left trembling when her sword remain in Seraphim's hand. She wanted to pull it back, to free herself and resume another attack but with Seraphim's superior vitality, she struck first, yanking on the sword and forcing Cirno to stumble forward, right into a headlock. Instead of trying to free herself, she wanted to free her sword, like that was more important then her own body, and if someone would ever ask, it was. That sword meant alot to her, it had strange Kanji markings on them.

While she wasn't exactly being choked again, her body was mostly depleted from it's energy, unable to do anything. Her legs were trembling, on the verge of breaking down and making Cirno crumble onto her knees, were it not for Seraphim and the dedication Cirno held, had she fallen already and fallen prey to the now familiar darkness. Despite where Cirno was standing now, being a fighter for a heel organization, something she had never vowed to, and the fact that she just injured someone deemed innocent but Lute said was guilty, Cirno never lost her.. Faith. She once vowed that aslong as she held her sword or looked at it, would she never fall prey to the darkness that was within her soul and yet she was succumbing to it, all because of the past experiences and with Seraphim here, that pace only increased, she had already stumble the dangerous road of cowardism, that she delibarately injured someone when it was not needed, while she gained more fans because of her violence, she lost the ones that had loved the way she spoke and acted, like the justice mattered to her. It was all oblivious to Cirno now, the thick fog that shrouded her inner desires of justice and honor.. Perhaps even to be loved, she couldn't see it, despite what people might have thought, she wasn't exactly a member of this organization, only a pawn to be used for the future. Raiye had warned Cirno of this position but she wanted to be around Raiye, to aid her in her conquest, and now she was going to pay for her fatal mistake. They were using Cirno to keep Raiye in position, she was trying to figure that out with the match against Lain but thanks to Seraphim's sudden appearance, did she only care about the revenge she was showing, rather then sticking with being herself.

Cirno was breaking down mentally, her body had already been given the most damage but now that she was in the headlock, without those small seconds she had for herself, the silence that had surrounded her, the crowd that suddenly dissapeared in her view, she questioned herself, where was she? Why was she doing this? Why is Seraphim here? For those short seconds were those questions hanging in her head, before she snapped back to reality and resumed her weak struggling to get herself free somehow..