The Pater dove forward and to the right, preempting Satori’s cast to catch her with a savage swipe of its left wing as it passed her by. The details were a bit fuzzy most likely due to the Pater’s vampiric discipline but ultimately it amounted to something of a passing clothesline. Only to be met with a strike from the Verdissian Warhammer clutched in her right hand.

In their short time together the Princess of Darkness had deduced the Primeval’s primary strategy; overwhelming reaction time. This strategy had no doubt served it well throughout its long life but it quite simply wouldn’t happen against Satori. Truth be told there were no definite numbers on exactly how strong Satori was. Shin-Ra Industries had never seen anything quite like her since the advent of one Vincent Valentine and the Princess wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information. The bulk of their information came from training exercises with the likes of the Twin Towers and the Chromatic Knights. It had become readily apparent that Satori was the fastest member of her division, capable of thumbing her nose as the consequences of supersonic and even hypersonic speeds, and while those recruits with sufficient metaphysical juice and muscle mass could overpower her she was more than capable of generating devastating amounts of explosive force.

In a sense she was the lightning bruiser of Shin-Ra Industries. Her only major weakness being her relatively low natural defenses.

What made her dangerous however was her mind that pierce through any attempt at obfuscation, supernatural or otherwise, in order to find the best course of action. While she was by no means prescient enough to predict the Pater’s exact reactions she knew the time would come when the beast attempted to overwhelm her. Hence why she had been steadily advancing on him since the moment she landed, daring him to lash out before she was close enough to do horrible things. In reality there was less than ten feet between them and closer to five. Very little time for the Primeval to realize Satori was following him, without eyes or even a turn of her head the only real tell was how her spike never fired, and by then he was already committed.

[b]*Bam*[/b]

Verdissian Steel met Primordial Might. She had already shattered its bones with a rock no larger than the softball and this alien tool, glowing so hot that it could sear flesh from bone, was far deadlier than stone. She would catch the sweep while her arm was half extended and then as if that was not bad enough the Warhammer unleashed its payload, generating an explosion like a miniature warhead, likely obliterating the Primeval’s wing and send it spinning wildly towards Eubeal.

Simultaneous to this Satori would dash forward a few quick steps, not just to add her own momentum to the strike but to escape any last minute reprisal as the Pater twisted and spun. Once she took those steps she would whirl around, her upper set of wings closed formation overhead and those at the small of her back curved down to her thighs. This move put her by one of the Pater’s favorite weapons, its tail, and for that she had her spike. With far less flair than before she traced the trail, whether it dared to attack or just tried to defend, and fired her spike at the center line. If successful she would nail the Primeval to the ground, forcing the thing to either rip the appendage off of flop to the ground helplessly, nevertheless she kept her mind’s eye on it from the safety of the darkness.

And if the Pater had any other surprise movements in store it would do well to use whatever martial skill it could muster with that lumpy cinnamon roll that it called a body, “Eubeal. When I pin the monster finish him with whatever it is you call your magic.”