"Two on one?" questioned Bastet, stretching as if she was about to embark on a serene jogging session. "That isn't fair, is it? Same rules apply. Pick one fighter."
"Already done." said Ivy, holding out her hand to stop Mei from following her. "Stay with Jade."

Ivy kept walking towards Bastet; the only thing she was aware of were Bastet's position and the sounds of her own, ragged breathing. Was this fear? Ivy's eyes narrowed and her breathing stopped as Bastet disappeared from where she had been standing. Before she knew it, her own hand had shot out into the air and grabbed an oncoming fist as the rest of Bastet's body materialised in the air. She looked momentarily stunned at Ivy's reflexes.
"Like I said... you're dead." whispered Ivy.

Ivy swung her elbow sharply and hit Bastet square in the nose, bringing both of her feet down to the ground. Seizing upon the opportunity that her opponent's distraction presented, Ivy grabbed Bastet's wrist and twisted it, then lifted her foot high into the air and axe kicked straight through Bastet's elbow. The feline-like monstrosity shrieked in pain as the bone snapped with a sound like a gunshot.

Ivy turned to her side and smashed her heel straight into Bastet's stomach, sending her into the air. Bringing both of her hands together, she cried out as the great power emanating from within her manifested itself in the form of a dark magic beam that released with a massive roar, completely consuming Bastet's body and sending her crashing against the cold, unforgiving ice whilst the entire arena was bathed in an ethereal light.

"We're free to go." she called out confidently to her companions.

"You fucking wish." hissed Bastet, a note of finality in her voice.

Ivy didn't even have time to lose the look of triumph on her face before she felt a sharp, searing pain rip through her abdomen. She felt herself being lifted into the air and looked down at Bastet helplessly, then at the icy sword sticking straight through her body. Blood dripped down the blade copiously, but Bastet was not done yet. She threw Ivy off the sword and straight up into the air, throwing the weapon roughly to the side and creating two sais in her hands instead. 

As Ivy fell back, Bastet's hands worked like pistons, repeatedly thrusting the sharp ends of the sais into Ivy's stomach as she screamed and screamed, blood splattering grotesquely on the ground and on Bastet's face, a macabre scarlet shower.

Bastet retracted the sais and let Ivy fall hard on her face, coughing up blood at Bastet's feet and moaning in pain as she clutched at her stomach, fingers slipping in the crimson liquid that was pouring out profusely.