[center][h1][i][color=Coral]Thuraya[/color] vs Shadar[/i][/h1][/center]

Thuraya gave a wicked smirk as her tail entered the other's shoulder, allowing her poison to secret down to the wound. Her smirk changed to a wincing grin as the bullet found it's mark in her own shoulder, yet managed to hold her ground. Her eyes moved from her stinger, to his gun, then directly into the man's eyes before they were pushed away from one another. 

She brought in her arms and straightened her tail again to roll as safely as possible, though as she stood and stepped over to her sword to pick it up, she started to really feel the heat that her adrenaline had pushed aside. Reaching with her left hand she nearly dropped the blade, though caught it in her right hand. [color=coral][i]'Right handed then... This will get interes...ting...?'[/i][/color] as her eyes lifted to face the once-was scrawny little mage, her emerald eyes widened. The pain in her shoulder seemed agitated further by the heat he created to appear before her, causing her left hand to raise against it the best it could, right hand holding the sword out. [color=coral][i]'Oh yes... very interesting..'[/i]

[b]"Finally! You show me some potential!"[/b][/color] she called to him, letting out a little laugh. [color=coral][b]"I was beginning to worry this wouldn't be fun!"[/b][/color] While the intimidation factor did set in, and his aura making it greater still, she held her ground. She had a promise to keep. A personal promise to win. For Seryosa, Thuraya would not back down here. That said, his last statement to her caused her to grab hold of her greatsword with both hands and once more, charge in at her opponent. She pushed all the cares for his towering stance and massive blade; all the pain he'd caused her - the scrapes, burns and even the still-bleeding, searing bullet wound to her shoulder to the side as she ran in. Sword dragging slightly as she first took off and leaped at him for a strong cleave.

[b]"If fun is what you'e looking for, I'm sorry to say that you've only found yourself a beating."[/b] Shadar responded, reacting to her charge by sliding up his hand to grip the blade and raising it to easily block the woman's swing, not letting out so much as a grunt of effort while he held back her attack. This would be soon followed by him shifting his footing and the positioning of his blade to divert her's away from him before he released his hold on the grip to lash out with a savage backhand fist towards her face, likely rattling her attic quite a bit if it hit. He'd then follow this up by attempting to grab her by the throat, squeezing down with a painful amount of force as he would lift her high into the air, before throwing down onto the ground hard enough to cause her battered form to bounce off the ground.

Whether or not he succeeded in this maneuver, he'd still slowly back away from her, turning the blade over in his hand so that he was holding it the right was and letting it slide towards the ground until his clawed hand could grip the handle again.

[b]"You're not going to win this fight, girly, so stop wasting my time and concede already. You've got skill, but not the right kind to take me down."[/b]

Even as he spoke, Shadar readied himself again, knowing that his words were likely falling on deafened ears. This woman would fight until dead or unconscious, and he wasn't about to make this more annoying by trying to keep her alive. If she didn't heed his warning, he'd likely kill her or wound her severely, especially since he wasn't even using the full arsenal available to him. [i]This fight would've probably been finished by now if Drosil didn't feel the need to appear in person. Damn fool.[/i]

As strike was blocked and words spoken, it only filled her with more rage. She'd earned a beating? She could only laugh a moment but in her cockiness of attempting another swing she found it flung aside and her neck in his grasp. Blade fell after only a moment, clattering onto the ground. Hands moved upward, grasping at his fingers she pulled lightly, tail coming up to attempt stabbing at his hand. 

She wasn't sure if she'd been able to land her sting or not. Before she knew her body was hurling downward. A rather loud cry was let loose as she landed, reaching for her blade from her place on the floor. Had to roll a bit and grasp it's blade for a moment to pull it closer carefully and got the hilt in hand as he backed away from her. Struggled to her feet, her tail seemed slightly crooked now, as she stood, and it's strength seemed to be completely gone. As she stepped forward again, her tail seemed to drag slightly, it's exoskeleton cracked in some places, allowing for blood to smear across the ground as it dragged along. 

[color=coral][b]"Not... N-not going to win?"[/b][/color] she asked, voice soft. [color=coral][b]"I made a promise... that I intend to keep!"[/b][/color] she allowed her tone to pick up then, and despite the pain, she grabbed her blade in left hand first then right, and ran into battle once more. Sword flung upward chaotically - her precision and focus not quite what it had been. She blinked a few times, hard, trying to focus more as she went for another strike just as clumsy as the first. Head hurt, shoulder burned, tail was a killer. But she'd made a promise to win. [color=coral][b]"F-for Seryosa...!"[/b][/color] So quickly she'd fallen to this new power of his. Yet she would never allow herself to fall to weakness. Instead, she would let rage fuel her - not always the smartest choice, but in her eyes, she had no choice now.

The girl's attempts to pierce Shadar's armor with her tail were for naught, as all she managed to do were put a few more nicks into before he brutally slammed her body into the dirt. He'd hoped the girl had the sense to give in while she could still stand, but before she spoke a single word, he could tell that she wasn't going to listen to reason, the anger was burning to wildly for that  to be considered as an option. So, as he listened to her pathetic dribble about some promise, he prepped himself for the inevitable charge. And what a charge it was, with a clumsy upward swing from below that would've been lucky to hit the broad side of a barn.

[b]". . . what a fool.[/b] Shadar muttered with a click of his teeth, dodging the first blow with a quick step to the side, than blocking her second blow with the same ease as before. Looking at the girl's stance and position, as well as sensing her mental state, he decided that it was time to end this farce before she embarrassed herself any longer. Taking a step forward, he'd let out a roar of effort as he shoved his blade upward, one that would come off as many times louder and more monstrous thanks to the magic that was currently surrounding him. His aim was to disarm her with the sudden movement, as he'd put all his strength into the upward swing, likely sending it high into the air. Next, he'd lash out with a back hand across the girl's face, again using a great deal of his inhumane strength in order to put her down for good. If the hit connected, it'd likely rattle her attic and bring her close to unconsciousness. He'd then go to kick her legs out from under her in order to bring her crashing to the ground, before stepping down on her tail, hard, likely cracking the exoskeleton quite a bit more with the weight behind the blow as he brought up his weapon and brought it down right next to her face, the edge tickling her neck as he loomed over her like some Dark god of death, his white eyes glowing with disgust at the figure underneath him.

[b]"If you really wish to prove yourself to your Chief, than stop embarrassing yourself and accept defeat with dignity. Make no mistake, if you continue to struggle, I will give no more warnings and no more chances. I will slay you were you stand, and then you'll not only break your promise, but have her last memory of you be of a foolish child that couldn't wait to rush to their death. So I'll only say this once, Surrender or die!"[/b]

Shadar's deep, rumbling voice came out in a thunderous wave, and his blade would press itself closer and closer to Thuraya's neck until it drew blood, the crimson ichor dancing along the obsidian black surface as it trailed it's way down the weapon.

With sword away from grasp, she gave a poor attempt to avoid his strike to her head, as well as the sweep under her legs, she fell to the ground once more. Turning herself the best she could to not land on her tail again. She held back the welling in her eyes initially, vision blurred and body weak, she attempted to pick herself up again only to be brought crumbling down with the heavy weight on her tail. She couldn't hold back then. Body curled up on the ground, tail twitching as though trying to go around her to protect, yet unable from the breaks at the end, and foot at it's mid section, she could only scream out in pain. Eyes welled. Would've flinched from the blade coming down right next to her, but didn't have the energy, nor the consciousness to do so. 

His words seemed muffled to her, and the feeling of blade on neck was barely noticed by her mind, yet managed to get a soft sob. What she had heard of his muffled words, she decided to ignore, but knew her own limits. She worked to stop her tears, though all it did was make her think of the pain she was in. Limp, yet full of effort, arm rose, hand's palm toward him to silently ask he stop. She held it there, arm shaking as she struggled to keep it up, but eventually it fell to the floor with the rest of her body. A soft breath escaping carrying words barely a whisper; [color=coral][b]"Seryosa... I-... I'm so sorry.."[/b][/color]

As soon as the scorpion woman gave her surrender, Shadar removed the blade from her neck, the spell he'd cast on himself dispersing now that it was no longer needed. He looked down on her sobbing form with neither satisfaction, nor remorse present within his glowing white eyes. He'd done what he had to do to get the fight over with quickly and efficently. It would've been cruel and insulting to try and go easy on her, especially since he technically was by giving her all of those warnings. If he truly wanted to, he could've killed her nearly as soon as he got his hands around her neck, either by crushing her windpipe or deciding to use the Ifrit's powers and burning her alive.

With a click of his teeth, he turned away from the woman to look at his surroundings, noting how the other fights were progressing with moderate interest. So far, Barcea seemed to have only suffered one loss in the Paladin's assistant, to which Shadar couldn't help but feel an ounce of satisfaction in his death. One less stupid zealot to sing the praises of absent or uncaring gods.

[i]Now if only a similar accident could happen to his master, ha, now that would be grand.[/i]

Shadar sheathed his sword, seeing no reason to prepare  himself for battle at the moment, and contented himself to watch the ither matches, hoping to get this over with sooner rather than later. From his memories, Drosil was in pretty bad shape due to his own poor decisions and over-reliance on the Ifrit's manifestation to compensate for his lack of close combat skill. He'd need quite a bit of medical care before he could summon something to help heal him more completely.