[Horus Heresy Target] Lain vs. Cirno?

Seraphim could feel a stinging sensation in her palms. But she managed to worry less about it than most. Once again, it was just a bit of pain, something she enjoyed to an extent. And her hands were always pretty rough and calloused, so she took the blow into her palms rather well. She watched the girl trembling, and yet it didnâ€t bother her at all. Even if she had to knock Cirno out and put her in a coma, it made little difference to her. The girl soon had her in the headlock, looking down at Cirnoâ€s face as her neck was trapped undo Seraphimâ€s arm, and she glared her crimson eye down at the girl, one hand occupied with Cirnoâ€s head trapped in her arm, and the other keeping the sword at bay still with her vice like grip.

“Kid. Youâ€ve fallen. Say the same to me, but Iâ€m nothing like you. Youâ€ve become worse than the very enemy you fought against.”

Seraphim had no idea what Cirno truly went through, but no matter what, falling to this sort of state was unforgivable, and Seraphim just saw nothing but the bad in Cirno right now, treating her like a worthless heap of trash. Her words were harsh and blunt, but there was a hint of regret for Cirno, like she almost seemed to pity the girl just a little. But in the end, she meant nothing to her now. Seraphim even was blowing her cigarette smoke right into Cirnoâ€s face as she spoke, keeping her in the headlock as the girl weakly flailed in her grip. Her words probably breaking Cirno down further, Seraphim added insult to injury with what she did next. Letting go of the sword, pretty sure that Cirno couldnâ€t hit her since the headlock had put Seraphim behind her, Seraphim plucked the half burnt out cigarette from her mouth, pinching it between her fingers. And then, with little care at all about Cirno, showing her just how little she meant to Seraphim anymore, Seraphim took the lit cigarette, and suddenly pressed it into her cheek. Smoldering heat rubbed like a burning coal into Cirnoâ€s pale skin on her right cheek, no doubt burning into the skin. And yet Seraphim just didnâ€t see any problem with it. In her eyes, if Cirno was going to be treating others like she had to Lain, then Seraphim was just going to do worse. An eye for an eye Seraphim saw it as, these Heel organizations didnâ€t learn any other way.

Who was Seraphim to say that to her, only those words angered Cirno, resuming a tightened grip on Seraphim's arm, trying to remove it from her so she could escape the headlock, but she started back up at Seraphim and inbetween coughs she was going to share a same sentence of coldness and inner darkness, something she figured Seraphim knew all to well. " We.. Aren't all blessed.. With choices..! " As if strength relived it'sself from early in the match was Cirno trying to break free, her teeth gritted together, she couldn't fall, she wasn't allowed to fall, not after all she had suffered and endured, not after waiting for Seraphim to return, only to get this, she did what she had to do, she was not going to heed those words, she had fallen once, picked up by someone who she had atleast expected and she was fighting in her name, never again will she fall again, and certainly not to Seraphim.


" You won't.. Break me.. Not again! " Cirno tried her very best to get free, despite the blood loss and the light headedness, she wasn't going to let this happen, then the cigarette was pressed against her cheek, it shook her feelings of pain to a whole new level, unlike most people, Cirno couldn't stand it, her lips parted and she let out a loud horrified scream, like she was about to cry along with it, but it still wasn't going to stop her from trying to free herself, with teeth bared was she trying to free herself from Seraphim's clutch, she wasn't going to accept it, she was still a full fledged warrior and despite what she was doing now, she did it for her own and Raiye's reasons, the darkness had filled her soul that was once pure, many emotions raced through her, anger, hatred, sadness, she couldn't succumb like this, just because Seraphim was back, doing this to her, she couldn't fail like this. Her body was at it's limit, mentally she had not been the same since Lute's taunts which she bought as the truth, stomping on the ground to spark any kind of strength back in her body, her teeth gritted, she tried to get herself free, somehow, through any means, she was not going to listen to Seraphim. " I can't.. Be stopped anymore! "

Not everyone was blessed with a choice… Seraphim thought long and hard on those words for many years of her life. But hearing it from Cirno meant little to her. In fact, it felt disrespectful more than anything to her, like the girl had no idea what it had meant. She figured that Cirno must have gone through a lot to end up here, but when it came to the AFW, there was always a choice. And Cirno made hers. Seraphim kept herself completely composed through out the entire time she held Cirno in the headlock, even drawing a long sigh as Cirno was starting to attempt even more to get free. In the back of Seraphimâ€s mind, the way the girl writhed around, her horrified scream as the cigarette burned her, and knowing she was suffering… part of it Seraphim enjoyed. Her old sadistic side silently getting a taste. But Seraphim reminded herself that this wasnâ€t why she was here. She was making a point, setting an example, and Cirno was meant to be the person to be made an example of.

As Cirno started to make her way free, Seraphim decided to let her go. Or rather, she thrusted her forward, a sloppy irish whip done to Cirno to get rid of her for a moment, sending her to the turnbuckles. Seraphim threw her hard though, not sure if the girl would make it to the corner, or if she would stumble and fall halfway. Either way, Seraphim was going to give the girl a momentâ€s free of her, but not without Seraphim already marching over to wherever Cirno landed. The referee was still out, and that meant Seraphim could still pursue her interruption of this fight. Fans even were enjoying it to some extent, but not for Cirno much anymore it would seem…

“You just donâ€t get it. Kid… youâ€re finished. Get out of the AFW. You donâ€t belong here.” Marching over slowly whether Cirno landed into the turnbuckles or on the ground, Seraphim had a slow march towards her. Both hands sinking into her pockets, giving her slightly sore palms a moment of rest, Seraphim never lost the dull, heartless gaze in her crimson eye. Her words were flat and blunt, but she really was trying to give Cirno an option and open her eyes. Even if she had to do it all through force.

Cirno fell against the turnbuckle, managing to keep herself together and preventing from falling, still, despite the look of dedication, her body was pretty much worn out, she could afford one last strike, dodge, a possible avoid but that was it. Clutching tightly upon the sword she cherished so much, she had even forgot the reason why she loved it, her entire mind was blank, there were no pleasant memories to be had anymore, and Seraphim though she knew everything, Cirno was firing herself up with her own words, pushing off the turnbuckle and gripped the sword with both hands again, taking a long inhale of air before she'd look straight up at Seraphim, she wasn't afraid of her, she wasn't afraid of anything, nothing could break her, NOTHING. Repeating that over and over, she stood firm.

" You think you know everything.. Like I had choices to make.. Not everything stops with a match.. " She had a flashback of what happened with Sindel, how that was her last act as a White Gale member, to protect the person who had helped her get inside it. " Not everything.. Has a happy ending. " Those words, where she clinged on for so long, to see Seraphim and the White Gale succeed and make the AFW a better place for so long, for a moment, her own little ' angel ' soared through her body and soul, looking up with determination, holding her sword all the way up with all she had, she was going to strike Seraphim down, even if it would be the death of her. She had to prove something, but she forgot what, her memories were all over the place, much like her resolve. She had trouble finding her purpose of fighting, perhaps that was where she failed herself. She knew this was her limit, and she finally understood why " You were all gone in my hour of need! " With anger she struck, trying to slam her sword down with all she had at Seraphim, hoping to hit whatever she could hit, she couldn't do anything else, this was her last attack, her strength had faded away, much like everything she fought for, she was confused but she couldn't show it.

Under normal circumstances, Seraphim would have cared about what the girl had to say. She always had a special attention for the kawaiis, or the people who suffered the most. But Seraphim? At the moment she was just a blank slade. A single, nearly glowing looking crimson eye that carried a completely blank and uncaring gaze in it looked down at Cirno, and yet her expression never seemed to show a single sign of sympathy. Awhile ago, Seraphim would have been there for the girl. But times change, people change, and obviously Cirno didnâ€t quiet get that. “Thatâ€s because there is no such thing as one.” Seraphim said flatly. The words about a ‘happy ending†making Seraphim feel sick inside. She had tried to find her happiness, and after trying so hard so many times, she ended up back in prison, suffering relentlessly. But unlike Cirno, she wasnâ€t going to become the very thing she hated most because of it. No… Seraphim still had her hatred for people like this, and Cirno was on that list. So there was not going to be an ounce of pity for her.

Seeing the girl getting away from the turnbuckles, Seraphim kept her arms crossed in front of her chest, the girl still looking like she didnâ€t belong in the ring with the buttoned up collared shirt she had and black slacks. But that didnâ€t matter to her, Seraphim had other things in mind in the ring, and none of them involved Cirno or any dark organizations. Letting out a long sigh, she saw the girl getting her footing, but only barely. And finally, she came at her. Gone in their time of need? Hell, she wouldnâ€t have left. But like Cirno said, some choices you had no control of, and that was the same for Seraphim.

Seeing the sword come up, Seraphim braced herself. Finally taking a stance, the girl planted her feet firmly into the mat. She bent her knees, gave a determined glare, and outstretched her hands, finally for a moment taking things seriously. The wooden sword would have came crashing down onto the white-haired vixenâ€s skull, but Seraphim was ready, seeing it happen the first time. And once again, the result was the same. A loud clang from wood on steel echoed in the arena, as Seraphim crossed her arms, and used her wrist weights to effectively catch the blow. She felt her arms rattle and shake from the sheer force, but it stopped the blow in time, even as Seraphim gritted her teeth. Without hesitating, staring Cirno down in the eye, Seraphim quickly wrapped her fingers around the wooden blade, giving a firm hold around it, her grip as strong as a shark clamping down on its prey. Without a word, Seraphim was holding on, and she raised one leg up. Rather than giving a wild kick, she planted her foot onto Cirnoâ€s lower ribs, and then thrusted her foot forward, the heavy combat boot shoving Cirno away. Rather than giving a swift kick to hurt the girl, Seraphim was making all the attempt to just pry her from the sword, the heavy wooden blade really getting annoying to Seraphim as she wanted to knock the girl back and take this damned thing for herself.

Cirno once again failed to land a decent hit on Seraphim, and she was left with shakey feet, with the same position she had before the impact, she could barely hold onto the sword and Seraphim took it upon herself to relieve the weapon from Cirno, after a few tries Cirno was finally shoved away, back against the turnbuckle and falling onto her rear, leaning mostly against it. She looked up at Seraphim, though mostly at her weapon, her eyes were empty, glassy, as if she was very close to passing out or already was, lifting her arm up, her hand in a grasp motion out towards her sword, wanting to regrab it despite being nowhere near it, her eyes narrowed though they still looked dull, teeth pressed together, her arm shakely holding out for her weapon, she really wanted it back in her grasp, like she couldn't live with out.

" Give.. That.. Back.. "

She still managed to speak out, her body didn't feel like rising up anymore even though she was trying, she had nothing left, Cirno couldn't summon the dedication to fight anymore, because she had simply lost it, she lost everything she stood for but she didn't know that yet, she just wanted her weapon back, her body was trembling, she was about to cross her limit psychally but she was unable to comply to the limitation, her desperation, her mission, it all meant little to her, all was focussed on her arm and the weapon Seraphim had taken from her, her body moving from the turnbuckle, leaning her entire body forward to her hand would travel just a few more inches forward, closer to her weapon.

Damnit she was pushing herself too much again. Seraphim had a match right after this, and already some of the pain was catching up to her. Her palms were beat red and stinging from catching the blade. Her arms felt a bit rattled from the force against her wrists by blocking two blows, even though the metal bracers were there as her weights, it still had a bit of shock. And most of all, she felt a headache, a small bruise on her forehead that was getting more annoying than painful to her. Overall, it was not a whole lot she had to worry about, just some minor annoyances, but she certainly hoped it didnâ€t effect her next match as much. …Then again, this was the same girl who went on marathons of fighting, and had demonstrated with Karina that she was willing to fight to the bitter end, so her next opponent wasnâ€t going to take her that easily!

Shaking off these thoughts though, Seraphim had given her firm push, knocking Cirno back over to the turnbuckles, where the girl ended up falling onto her ass. Seraphim paid her no attention though, instead observing the large, wooden sword. It was strange… before when she saw this weapon in Cirnoâ€s grasp, months ago, she saw it as the weapon of a loyal knight, a girl who was seeking justice and took pride in what she was going to do alongside everyone else in White Gale. Now… it was just a tool for abuse. A tool that its owner no longer needed.

“I donâ€t think so.” Seraphim said to her, not even looking at Cirno as the girl was weakly trying to summon the strength to get up. “Youâ€re nothing but a fangless dog. And animals donâ€t need weapons.” As Seraphim said that, she raised the sword high, gripping it in her hands and opposite ends, keeping the center wide open. Then, with all her might, Seraphim brought it down, coming to one knee on the mat, the other dense knee stuck out like she was doing a backbreaker maneuver, Seraphim slammed the wooden blade over her knee, and then…

*SNAP!*

Wooden splinters flew, as Seraphim gave a loud grunt as she broke the blade in two over her knee. It stung like a bitch, but she managed to make the wooden sword over her knee, only to then toss the two useless halves off to the side, like they were just as much trash to her as Cirno was.

Cirno wanted to get back up, she had to grab it, she didn't know what Seraphim was going to do with it, but that weapon was hers and hers alone, she listened to Seraphim's words, she wanted to stand up and jump for her weapon now, trying to summon her strength like last time but it was too late, the moment her sword was slammed down onto Seraphim's knee and broke into two, so did Cirno's very heart and soul, her eyes widened, her body froze, her hand still reached out for something that was no longer there, a long pause came from Cirno, nothing else happened that could be seen as an advance. Many of Cirno's still loyal fans booed at Seraphim for what she had just done, they loved what Cirno still stood for and the way she used her sword but now Cirno had nothing.

Tears welled up in Cirno's eyes, everything became clear to her, everything from that moment, her eyes only saw her broken weapon, the weapon she had sworn so many things to, which her father made for her because she always wanted a cool weapon but in turn was a momentum he left behind after he had completed it, Cirno remembered that day, that was the first and last time she cried.. She vowed to that blade that she would do everything she could to make her father proud.. Everything... Reality snapped back, that memory was clear.. And so did everything else.. After everything she had done to protect everything, to fight for a better future, she just lost everything she had. The fans were unpleasant but they were silenced by something. Tears were welling up in Cirno's eyes and soon enough, the sound of utter misery and sadness came from her, she couldn't stop herself, she was completely broken down now, something fans and dislikers of Cirno had never seen before.. Seeing Cirno in tears, not only that, the sound that came along with it, the sound of sadness, Seraphim had just done what the Era of Hell nor the Horus Heresy were capable of doing, breaking Cirno down into nothing. No tear was left behind, they were streaming down from Cirno's cheeks, mixing with the blood that had been running down, her arm fell to her side, there wasn nothing to reach out for, nothing to fight for, Cirno had just watched momento she had left from her family, the one thing she still considered family, destroyed infront of her eyes. Now everyone witnessed just how important that was for Cirno, the entire crowd was silent from it, all that was still heard was Cirno's loud cry, she had finally been broken, yet she finally understood..

All was lost for her..

To Seraphim, the wooden sword was just that; a tool for abuse and placed in the hands of someone who didnâ€t deserve to have it. Seraphim always saw it that you should use power for the right things, not what Cirno had so clearly demonstrated to Lain as Seraphim was watching. In fact, to Seraphim, Cirno was lucky. Lucky that Seraphim broke the sword, and not her. Because even if she was an ex-member to White Gale, anyone who resorted to the kinds of tactics Cirno did was all the same to her, and deserved being treated like trash. There were Faces and Heels, Seraphim knew that. It was your alignment, and what you got paid to do. But then there were people who went beyond that. People like the Era of Hell who did nothing more but abuse and destroy other wrestlers for fun. There was no sport at all in it, and so to Seraphim, she felt that even though White Gale was no longer hers, probably even gone, she was still willing to take anyone down from those Organizations with her own two hands.

But then, Seraphim started to hear something she never expected. ..Crying? Seraphim hadnâ€t been paying attention to Cirno for a few seconds, looking at the crowd who booed her and settling for the middle finger. A salute to the people who actually respected this low-life. No more did Seraphim care for cheers on her own end, even though a lot did and others were still stunned to see her back in the flesh. But that ceased as she started to hear the girl letting out a loud cry, and Seraphim turned to look. The mix of blood and tears on her face, the girl was limply settled in the corner, broken down and crying like someone had just died. Was it… really that big of a deal? For a few seconds, Seraphim planned on just shutting her up, a good kick in the teeth would do it for her, and shut her up for a long while. But Seraphim had her limits, and she had honor, even if she may not have appeared so. And hitting a crying, defenseless girl was not on her to do list, not ever. Slowly, she put a hand to the side of her face, rubbing her temples as she thought of how to handle this, muttering a swear under her breath.

“Get her out of here.” Seraphim said, seeing the referee beginning to awaken. The poor referee girl had no idea what had just happened. Lain was gone, Lute disappeared as well, Cirno was broken down, her weapon was in the ring and broken, and someone who left the AFW for many months had come back. But, when she heard Seraphimâ€s stern words and saw the harsh, crimson eyed glare, she made a call for the medical crew to come in. The way Seraphim saw it, Cirno may not have been unconscious, and she may have been a part of one of those damned, dirty, Heel Organizations. But in the end… she was still human. And as hard as it may have been to believe, Seraphim was too.

" Dammit Dammit Dammit! Such a Useless Tool! " From outside the ring a frustrating voice was heard, Lute was back with two girls, she wanted to ambush Seraphim while Cirno was keeping her busy, she had thought the rage of Cirno would have lasted longer but that stupid girl was now broken. turning to look at the two she had brought with her. " Whatever! One of you grab Cirno and punch her lights out! I have no use for a crying weakling like her! And you! Seraphim must still be weak after atleast fighting with that stupid ass tool! " Lute was angry, turning to leave again when she saw someone else running out towards them, someone rather familiar to them, with her long silver hair with many ribbons in them, her usual loose outfit but with a expression not many want to see on her face. " R-Raiye? " The long silver-haired girl was quick, rushing past Lute, beating the two girls down to the ground and turned to head for Cirno, who was still crying like an infant, unable to even compute what had been going on around her. She was crying so loudly, her eyes were red from all the tears she had released.

Luckily for Cirno, Raiye was there before anyone could reach the poor girl, pulling her into her arms from the side of the ring, much like a bride and made sure Cirno wasn't hurt in the process. She looked down at her as Cirno pressed hard against her, not wanting to be let go, she wasn't even sure who it was but she wasn't going anywhere alone. Raiye sighed when she saw Cirno like this, before her red eyes looked up to meet Seraphim's eye.. If Raiye's glare could kill..Fortunately, She was interrupted by Lute. " Raiye, what are you doing?! " She turned to look at them, taking her steps back towards the other ramp. " I've warned you, if you threaten to hurt Cirno again, I would beat you beyond repair. You made the same mistake, Lute. You used her. " With those simple words did she turn to leave them all where they were, heading up the ramp and out to the backstage.

Lute was really pissed off her, turning to leave while the other two girls got back up and protected Lute as she withdrew, cursing out loudly to herself. " Waste of my fucking time! "