[Center][color=bc8dbf][h2]Grima[/h2]
Level 6 (holding 2 level ups)
4/60 EXP

Location: Esaka - Arena
Wordcount: 1560 (+3 exp)[/color][/Center]


Time was a blur to Grima. Her next match barely registered for her: A battle against an arrogant knight who went on about the corruption he felt in her soul. She had heard such high talk from mortals far too many times to count, and with a straightforward sword fight, she was not blindsided by anything they threw at her. All in all, it was an uneventful battle, and one Grima was fine with forgetting.

Her fight after that, however, was not.

As she stepped into the arena, her eyes immediately locked onto her opponent. [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/blazblue/images/5/51/Y%C5%ABki_Terumi_%28Centralfiction%2C_Character_Select_Artwork%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20161019140109]A tall, lanky man in a distinct yellow cloak, yellow eyes shining underneath the shrouded hood[/url]. At first glance, he might have seemed unassuming… But Grima knew better. As a being who had seen plenty of them, Grima could recognize a vile soul when she saw them. And this one was especially putrid.

“Well well, you must be the poor sod that ol’ Hazzy managed to sway with his puppy eye act” the man, Terumi, before her commented as she walked towards her spot, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning back slightly, “I [i]expected[/i] someone a bit taller, especially with the reputation. But I’m just left disappointed-”

[color=bc8dbf]“If I had any care on what you’d think, I would apologize for the disappointment. Alas, I do not, especially as I hardly even know who [i]you[/i] are”[/color] Grima interrupted, rolling her eyes at Terumi’s barbs… Though she did smirk slightly when she noticed Terumi bristled slightly at her immediate dismissal, [color=bc8dbf]“I’m truthfully getting tired of this tournament already, but for you I’ll put in a bit of effort. Your speech tells me you need a reminder of your place, vermin.”[/color]

A bit of silence stretched in the arena, at least until Terumi laughed without any sort of mirth, straightening his posture; a clear indication that he was ready  “Alright then. C’mon and do it then… ‘Fell Dragon’”

[b]ROUND ONE. 

FIGHT[/b]

Grima immediately takes a step back once the announcement calls forth, a decision that quickly proved correct as Terumi immediately lunged forth, drawing a butterfly knife with one smooth motion and slashing at the Vessel. When the knife missed, Terumi did not miss a beat, instead using the momentum to place the swinging hand on the ground and spin, kicking out with his foot, which itself had a knife jutting out of the heel of his shoe. Unfortunately for him, Grima simply parried the kick with her sword, throwing him off balance and slamming her sword hilt first into Terumi’s head as he tried recovering. The further disorientation was followed by several slashes from the Fell Dragon’s vessel, culminating in a leg sweep that knocked Terumi to the ground and onto his back. Grima didn’t give him much time to breath still as she leapt into the air and used gravity to slam her sword into where he lay, a lethal strike that he barely avoided by rolling out of the way.

With a small, frustrated ‘tsk’, Terumi went back on the offensive as Grima tore her sword out of the ground. While his first attack was a reckless lunge, this time he was more methodical, dashing in close and testing Grima’s defense with short attacks that were spaced enough to give her openings to try to counter, but not large enough that she could properly strike him in between his pokes. Eventually, his plan did come to fruition as Grima blocked a slash from his butterfly knife, attempting to counter with her hilt jab and getting kneed in the gut for her trouble. However, he did not follow up with a combo: instead, Grima was able to recover, being placed right back into a defensive position.

And after a few more moments, Terumi pulled his hand back, a series of chains wrapping around his open palm… And it became clear that Terumi simply wanted to force her into a defensive position so he could forcefully open her up.

“Retailiating- GAH!” Terumi began to throw his hand forward, only for Grima to suddenly dash in and strike Terumi in the chest with her sword, causing him to stagger slightly and leave him open for Grima’s followup: A dark magic blast that sent him flying. However, he managed to recover quickly, rolling to his feet, growling under his breath, “You [i]bitch[/i]! [b]GLEAMING FANG![/b] immediately, a large amount of dark green energy formed around Terumi before it lunged forward in the shape of a massive snake head, surging towards Grima.

[color=bc8dbf]“Fool”[/color] Grima answered with a hint of smugness in her voice, pulling her hand back as a series of black spikes erupted from the ground, creating a wall to stop the latter’s charge… Or, it would have. If the snake head didn’t simply phase through the spikes and continue its path towards Grima, barely giving her a chance to realize her mistake before it slammed into her. The hit itself launched Grima into the air slightly, allowing Terumi, who had been present within the snake head as it charged, to follow up on her, kicking up some more dark energy as if kicking sand and then jumping into the air to rapidly slash at Grima with a pair of butterknives before slamming her back to the ground with an overhead energy strike.

Grima didn’t stay on the ground long, instead rolling back to her feet. Yet as soon as she got up, Terumi was on her again, rapidly slashing with his knives once more. But unlike the last time, Grima wasn’t in a position for him to keep her on the defensive as easily as before, and Grima knew it. And when he slipped and revealed an opening that was clearly large enough for her to exploit, Grima took it and swung at Terumi’s neck.

Yet as soon as her sword reached Terumi, the man grinned, a chain whipping up to latch onto her blade and pull it back before Terumi himself dashed forward, easily getting behind Grima and yanking her sword arm so towards her own chest. Then, as several more chains wrapped around Grima’s legs and torso, Terumi leapt back over Grima, wrapping the various chains that now constricted Grima around his own fingers, “Venamous… BITE!” he yelled, yanking his hands down and causing each chain to dig into Grima before erupting into dark energy. Despite how quickly they disappeared, it felt as if Grima was being nearly torn in half.

But Terumi wasn’t done.

Immediately as Grima staggered from the devastating counter, Terumi turned around and brought his hands to his face, “Time to [b][i]DIE![/i][/b]” he shouted with glee as he brought his hand back down, activating his Overdrive to let him continue his own combo. Which he did as he brought his leg up, kicking Grima in the face and then quickly bringing his foot back down, a knife jutting out of the sole of his shoe and slamming into Grima’s chest. He then thrust a hand forward, another one of his chains shooting out and slamming into Grima’s torso, launching her into the air before she was abruptly dragged back to the ground and slammed into the arena once more. And then, once she was properly on the ground, Terumi spun in place, his foot raised one more time, “Serpent’s Laceration!”

And then he brought his foot down, literally curbstomping Grima’s head. And then stomped again. And again. Once. Twice. Thrice. Each stomp that Terumi inflicted upon Grima caused him to speed up, rapidly racking up and beginning to damage the ground that Grima was being stomped into. Eventually, around the 20th stomp, the man rapidly slowed down, instead choosing to lean down and grind his foot into the back of Grima’s head, “C’mon, put me in my place~ Idiot!”

Then in one smooth motion, Terumi kicked Grima’s head, launching her off the ground and, with a spin, he slammed his foot into Grima’s stomach to send her flying away.

[b]K.O!

TERUMI WINS![/b]

Tumbling head over heel, Grima eventually slid to a stop facedown upon the ground. She didn’t stay there for long however, instead groaning and pushing herself to her feet, 

“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re already tired! I’m still waiting for you to start sucking less!” Terumi called out, snickering to himself as he backstepped to his initial starting position.

[i]“Grima, we can’t be playing to his tempo, you have to-”[/i]

[color=bc8dbf][i]“I am [b]aware[/b] of the issue. I do not require you providing tips, worm”[/i][/color] Grima immediately snapped back towards Robin, rising to her feet and twirling her sword in her hand, [color=bc8dbf]“A singular round won, and you act as though you’ve already won. Standard mortal overconfidence”[/color] the Fell Dragon states, taking her place for the next round.

“Oh, but I already have! I mean, if that was the best you got, then I’m honestly shocked you got even this far! Then again, this place is full of losers, so maybe you’re just the best out of trash!” Terumi replied, clearly aiming to get a rise out of Grima… And seemingly getting his kick when she let out an annoyed ‘tsk’ at him.