Priroda was not in the least prepared for a counter on such a scale. She attempted to gasp, but the sound was drowned into a chocked gurgle as the whiplike attack wrapped about her neck. A further gurgle escape her throat as she attempted a groan of pain, when her body was pulled ito the various hooks upon her opponents body. Now, even her good arm was injured, and pinned against the body of this hulking figure that she was expected to fight. 

Piroda was then hit by the wave of energy that her foe had discharged, which instantly burnt, and deformed her body on her right side. Her leg muscles became sencless mulch, and her right arm began to bleed profously. Blood even sprayed upon her opponent. Priroda tried to use her injured left arm to beat the opponent away, but the result was merely a few light taps of her fist against his chest before she went limp from the blood loss, and finally succombed (is that the right word?) to her injuries. Her swollen face fell limp, and her now half haired head stopped shaking, as did the rest of her flailing body.

Sol meanwhile froze in terror from her possition and her skin lost all her color. She knew how this whole messed up system worked, and that her sister would be back, but watching her die, much less in such a putrid fashion, was too much. She broke her pause to collapse onto her hands and kneese, and puke. Her stomache heaved her lunch onto the battlefield, and her lungs frantically fought for air, in a hyperventillated state. She accidetally breathed in vomit, and was thrown into a tear filled fit of coughs, gasping, and vommiting. She nearly knocked herself out, simply from watching this man fight. The last thing upon her mind was trying to fight him herself.

Every muscle in her body wanted to stay far away from this man, and never ever come back here. But, his very existance challenged the laws of the natural world, and furthermore, she had a sister to avenge! So, after several minuts, Sol slowly rose to a stand, and wiped her face clean on the skin of the back of her hand. Then she flicked her hand clean, and tried to get her act together. Eventually, she fixed her hair, and faced the man who had so cruelly dispossed of her sister. There was a look upon her face, not of hatred, but of determination. She felt obligated to avenge priroda, preserve the balance of nature. She still felt to queezy to speak though. Besides, she wasnt as cocky as her sister.

"YA dumayu, chto ya v sleduyushchiy raz" (i believe i am up next) she mumbled to herself, trying to seem as brave as Priroda.