The Black Knight glanced over to her partner for a moment, the smell of Light breaking through her battle rage for just long enough... to piss her off even more. "Fucking bastards."
She spit in the direction of the light Magical Girls before looking at Scatha, her grin reappearing as if nothing had happened. "Looks like we'll have to wrap this up quickly if we want to get rid of the moths. Little shitstains drawn to my light."
Ami let out a boisterous laugh as she said this, planting one foot into the ground behind her as she got ready for a sprint. "No more games. Let's end this in one move, all or nothing!"
She gripped her sword tightly, both hands on the handle of her broadsword as all the flames of her armor began to shift towards her back.
It would take a moment for the sound to catch up to Scatha, Ami having literally propelled forward with a sonic boom as her flames propelled herself forwards for one last strike. The ground behind her wasn't just scorched, it was practically glassed. That ground would never bear life again, that much was clear just from one look at it. All of the flames of the Black Knight's armor was gone, it had all been used for one final speed boost to outpace the Stained Witch of Ink. Her blade was raised above her head, she made no attempt to defend herself as she left her body wide open. It was an incredibly obvious strike, from left shoulder to right hip, but it wasn't in her nature to be sneaky or cunning. She was the Black Knight after all, a knight doesn't resort to underhanded tactics, even a fallen one such as herself.
The two were speeding at each other, practically rocketing. Scatha's grin was large and vicious as the two were about to slam into each other. However, as they did, she made the move that would decide it all and put the resuls far more into her hands. She was arched lower, her back being in an almost feral 90 degree angle postion as she ran towards the opposing girl. The knight's flames disappeared as well, not by Scatha's hands, but by the knight's own will, which shocked the ink girl. She simply narrowed her eyes as her sword was brought to her side. As the strike came down, Scatha jet forth even faster than before, the sword gripped tightly and coming forward quickly. The slashes finally came to the point they were both anticipating.
Scatha was still in her ever familiar position, though this time she lied still after the attacks went out. Her ink sword was still in one piece. Despite it only being a few seconds, it felt like centuries as she rose up from her postiion and stood straight up, with her now only 10 or 15 feet behind Ami, a straight line between the two of them. A breathe came out, clearly visible from the cold. Her sword came over to her right shoulder and as it did, the damage became obvious. It wasn't a deep wound, but perhaps that was luck. It chipped right through Scatha's ink armor, going from the top of her shoulder to just barely between her breasts. It wasn't terribly deep but it was most certainly bleeding. She was certain...If she had been slower or the attack had been faster, she may have been able to cut her down in that simple moment. But that wasn't the reason she brought her sword to her shoulder as she already felt and knew the injury was there. It was for a different reason."You let your excitement take over."
The blade swung back out to her side in one quick motion. The ooze splattered from it, dotting the ground with a few new black dots. The instant it did, a cut appeared through Ami's own armor. In the same instant, the large droppings from both the blade and the armor finally reacted. The bits of ink that were near her exploded, but not in a blast. It was concentrated. The magical power radiating from it was significant as it covered the ground the girl stood on, shooting up into the air like a beam of black. If it wasn't for the fact that one could easily tell the sheer energy radiating from it, one might not even notice it what with the night sky. And with it, Scatha's shoulders settled and relaxed."I know."
Ami planted her sword into the ground with a resolute smirk, the heat of her sword destroying any ink on the ground near her with relative ease. However her armor, her armor was another case entirely. As energy exploded from her chest, threatening to break her ribs and rupture her organs, she stll couldn't help but smile. She had never been so happy to lose, it made her want to win so much more when the next time approached. As the blast died down, the Black Knight stared into the starry night sky. She appreciated the darkness mixed with the light, the stars spread out across that black canvas was like bits of fire in a sea of ink. Blood dripped onto the burnt ground, the cut across her chest being a fair bit deeper than what she had managed to inflict onto Alannah."You can have this win. Just know that I'm gonna win round two."
Nothing more was said, nothing more needed to be said. The Black Knight would rest, the Black Knight would return. The Black Knight always returned.
A minute of silence passed, Ami saying nothing as she continued to stare into the night sky with her hands on her sword. If Alannah bothered to check on her, she would quickly realize that Ami was completely passed out while standing up, her Magical Girl transformation slowly fading away as she began to fall backwards. If Alannah did nothing to catch the girl than she would simply fall onto the ground, probably sleep there for the night. She's slept in worse places honestly.
With one thought, the sword liquified back into the ink puddle that it once was as Alannah finally relaxed. Her arms went to her side as she let out a sigh. She finally turned to face the knight as she gave her words of dedication; dedication to win the next round between the two. The girl was a special kind of persistent, though really who was Alannah to judge? It took a bit for her to realize it as the battlefield went silent and neither uttered a word. But she didn't even need to observe closely to realize that the fight was won by a T.K.O. She closed her eyes and let out a small, but obviosuly proud chuckle. The pride was not for herself though. A high pitched, somewhat metallic sound rang out as she transformed back into her civilian garb, watching as Ami's slowly faded away. The girl was a bit weighty, but she managed to get her arm over her shoulder to carry her.
She had to admit one thing...She hadn't gotten a fight like this in some time. It was a true stresser...in a good way. She decided to say words that no one but her would hear. "Round two huh? I'll still win but...I might have to go all out again. Congratulations on that rarity, Ami."
Even knocked out, she deserved that praise. And with that, the two went into the woods, presumably to find a comfortable spot to keep the Black Knight for a bit.