Katherine grinned down at her sister, leaning super far over the raining like the che her cat. "Oh, she thinks she can afford to go easy on me, does she?" She giggled, disappearing up the stairs. "Don't you dare use that as an excuse when you lose." She called back.
As soon as she was at the top, out of site, she leaned against a wall and clutched at her chest with grunt. "Note to self, no more leaning like that for a while...," she said, making her way more slowly to her room.
Once she got there she threw off the two sizes to big shirt she'd taken from Thobias's closet to replace hers and started digging through her closet.
She came down in what she thought of as one of her throw away shirts, a red tee with no sleeves to speak of and a big cheesy fantasy dragon emblazoned on the back. It was the sort of cheap thing you find in dollar store clearance sales, which is exactly where she'd found it. It paid to have cloths you didn't really mind burning if you were in the habit of burning them.
Christine giggled back. It's always nice to see her sister be her usual energetic and cocky self.
Unlike her, Christine didn't need to wear some cheap shirt into the battle. She simply wore her usual coat dress. Even if it were to get damaged by her sister's flames, which she had no intention of letting the battle situation to ever get to that point, she still had a couple more replacements in her wardrobe.
She went to the gym first, as she had no need to change her outfit. The place was located in the basement of the house, a (relatively) safe place for them two to spar. With a layer of dirt and rock separating it from the rest of the house, even if they would go all out (well, mostly Kath since her ability was the more destructive of them two), the rest of the house should (hopefully) be not affected. She turned on the lights, smelled the dusty scent of unuse, and then walked to the middle of the room to begin her stretching exercises. Just a little something to prepare her muscles for what's to come. She had been out of commission for a while after all.
The place they would fight at was the central empty room of the complex. The side rooms contained all the expensive gym equipment they couldn't really afford to destroy with their fights. It was decently large, though the ceiling certainly could be taller. A wind user would probably feel suffocated in such a room. Thankfully, none of them was that.
Her stretching was short and simple. Just a series of muscle elasticity training. When Katherine entered, she would be greeted by the sight of Christine reaching down with her arms until her fingers could touch the tip of her boots.
That, and the sight of her tightly-fitting black panties covering her butt, as she was facing away from her.
"This is some advanced form of psychological warfare."Katherine rolled her eyes at her soulmates suggestion as she stepped quietly into the middle of the room, standing opposite her sister across the dusty floor. Slowly she took a deep breath, then shouted a mighty "OSE!" that echoed through the basement.
"Aaaah!"
The shout took Christine by surprise, making her lose her balance, falling forward with her butt up in the air.
"Uuu, you didn't have to shout so loud, sis..." she replied with a muffled voice.
She quickly recovered however, standing upright in no time, dusting her coat with her left hand.
"Alright, I'm ready!" she declared, taking up her fighting stance. "You can come anytime, sis!"
Cold air began to gather around her as she exuded her power. The moment Kath launched at her, she would shield herself with her ice, as well as freezing the air around her sister in an attempt to douse her flames.
Katherine just laughed before jumping into her boxing stance, raising her fists up to her chest and bouncing from from foot to foot as she felt the air in the basement drop a few degrees.
"Not gonna let me warm up, then?" She asked, but inside she was already trying to size Christine up. Unlike her, Christine had always focused on her God given powers. It wasn't surprising at all that she was pulling them out so soon. She concentrated for a moment, and her own temperature began to rise to counter the chill that now hung in the air. Under her shirt a light began to glow from the sun shaped scar set over her heart and as the heat seemed to radiate from it into her limbs she felt her arms get stronger, her feet faster. The palm of one hand grew hot, so hot it glowed.
She suddenly sprinted forward, darting in a zigzag pattern up to her sister buy stopped short of throwing a punch just as a wall of ice sprang up between them. That was about what Katherine had expected from her, but she was confident she could drill through that ice. It was then that she felt the cold closing in around her, like the fangs of a wild beast. She could already feel the ice forming on her body, but she threw her flaming arm to the sky and fired a beam of plasma into the ceiling. It collided with the stone and fell back down like snow all around them, heating the air to try and weakening the effect of Christine's chill.
The ice on Kath's body formed, but slowly and thinly. She flexed, sending it flying off in shards of wet crystal.
"Tee hee, of course not! There's only going to be the cold here when I'm done!"
As she wanted, Kath took the first move. She charged forward in a zigzag pattern, dodging all the frost Christine generated on the floor. When she closed the distance, Christine erected her ice wall, blocking her blow just in time.
"Ha, it wouldn't be that easy, sis!" she cheekily shouted.
The cold suddenly grew from all sides; from the wall itself and from the air around Katherine.
She escaped just in time however, firing off a blast of plasma up to the ceiling, sending off heated fragments of rocks downwards, heating the air back up. Christine quickly shielded herself with even more ice walls as a defensive measure.
"H-hey! You're ruining the ceiling, sis!" Christine protested.
She quickly countered by transforming the wall near Katherine into a swarm of icicles, Like machine guns, she fired them one by one in a rapid motion towards her. And simultaneously, the ice under her spread forth once again, wanting to catch her sister unaware.
"Like I've never done that before." Katherine laughed, even as she jumped back to brace herself. Christine had thrown up more of those walls. Was she planning to layer herself in?
Nope. Tuned out Tue original wall was just ammo, as it shattered into shards that began flying at her he by one. Katherine raised up her fists and divided now was as good a time as any to test her speed. She threw a curved hook at the first of the icicles, catching it in the shaft. It shattered, then boiled into a cloud of steam from her still heated fist. She caught the second one like this as well, and third, missed a fourth which buried itself in her shoulder, hit a fifth, and then was forced to duck and weave as the pace of the ice started to pick up. She put all of her boxing prowess to use to moved herself between the rain of ice.
Then she suddenly felt cold on her legs. Flicking her eyes down to see ice climbing up over her shoes and up her pant legs. Her sister was trying to lock down her legwork! Smart, but it also showed how dedicated she was to not getting into melee where Kath wanted her. She was determine to turn this into a contest of powers, power she knew Chrissy was better at controlling.
Well, is that's what she wanted...
Katherine threw out her hand, burning palm pointed directly at the ice walls and let loose. A blast of fire rolled out, engulfing the icicles flying at her and colliding with the ice walls her sister had set up to try and melt her out of there.
Christine saw how her barrage of icicles managed to land at her sister. Not all, certainly, but some. Enough so that she was taken aback, immobilized at the spot where she was standing.
Exactly where she wanted her to be.
Her second attack, the spreading sheet of ice, had traveled to her feet, paralyzing her even further. It traveled upwards, until eventually it would freeze her body completely.
She wasn't naive however. She knew there was no chance her sister would just let that happen.
And she was soon proven to be correct, as Kath blasted her flames straight towards her direction. With her ice walls thinning due to her using them as ammunition for her so-called "icicle gatling gun", it was a genuine danger to her.
She had to change her strategy. Fast!
She stopped both her icicles and her creeping frost attack, focusing her power entirely on defense. Before the flames could reach her, she dropped her own body temperature to near absolute zero. And then, using the cold as protection, she ran straight into the flames, straight towards Kath.
On contrary to her expectation, she was perfectly willing to engage her on melee combat.
She came out of the flames, scathed but still relatively fine. Her coat now had holes all over it, revealing both her panties and half of her breasts.
She immediately ran towards Kath, intending to give her the tightest hug she could muster.
Of course, it wasn't just any hug. She would freeze her instantly the moment they touched, as her temperature was now dropping down once more after being heated up by the flames.
She called it the Death Hug. And she would only dare to use it against her.
She couldn't just possibly hug random strangers to death, could she?
"Hell yes!" Katherin said, fire burning up in her stomach as she saw Christine burst out of the fire. The middle of her shirt lit up as fire poured down the and filled the lines of her scar like a flood rolling down an canyon. Her blast of fire stopped as her arms began to glow from the heat continued to build and build. She drew back her arm as Christine came at her, huge grin across her face.
As Christine brought her arms down to wrap Katherine in their chilly embrace Katherine punched her in the boob.
Christine did not see it coming at all.
Or perhaps, even if she knew it was coming, she would've not been able to counter or defend herself either, as she was fully focused on giving her sister her so-called "hug of death". Most of her power was spent keeping the temperature of her own body as low as possible.
However, said ignorance became a blessing anyways, as even though the blow landed, Kath would soon find that her fist was stuck there, as the frost had climbed into said hand, freezing it stuck.
Normally, her flame could neutralize such an effect, but when the one being punched was near absolute zero in temperature, even her flame wasn't good enough.
"Aaah!"
Christine yelped in pain the moment the blow landed. She would've been thrown backwards from the force, if not for Kath's fist being instantly stuck to her skin in the split second of contact.
Now there were two options on how the attack could end. Either Christine kept her balance as the adhesive force was strong enough to counter the raw force the punch had given, or Kath would be thrown away with Christine as the latter's feet failed to stay in place. The two would fall down to the ground—both losing their balance at the same time.
"Gyaaa!" Katherine yelped in turn as as she felt her hand flash freeze. Christine, surprisingly though, held firm. It was weird, she felt like she should have sent Christine flying but the strength just hadn't come to her. So she was left in this awkward position.
"This is what I get for trying to be funny." Katherine said as she tried to pour heat into her arm to thaw it out. At least she hadn't gone for the slap like she'd been thinking about, that would have been terrible.
As though the universe had a sense of humor it was at that moment the fire from her scar finished burning a big long trench down the middle of her shirt, magically transforming the shitty dollar store shirt into a shitty dollar store vest.
Trying to ignored that, and now very wary of being within literal arms reach of her sister, Kath leaned back and pulled, falling onto her back. Either she was going to pop free and roll away backwards or Christine was going to come with her, get a shoe planted on one of the non-damaged parts of her coat, and get thrown over Kath onto her back.
Kath's response was, once again, something Christine had not predicted.
Ignoring the ruination of her sister's clothes, though she still blushed at the sight nonetheless, she tried to move her body forward once again. The more flesh that touched, the more her frost could spread.
Only that Kath had anticipated it. She pulled back and lift her overhead like she was some sort of a wrestler. She was tough, she knew that perfectly well, but to lift her up like this?
"W-what are you do--aaahhh!"
Christine could do nothing as her feet went up on the air, landing with a thud on her back. The impact was hard enough that it disoriented her, making her unable to move from the spot, with the pain crippling her momentarily.
It was a clear opening. Kath could end their match right then and there.
That is, if she still got any strength to spare.
"Okay." Katherin said, breathing heavy. "We're both on on backs. You want to call this one a draw?"
"Y-yeah," Christine replied, panting as well. "I-I think a draw is fine..."
"You want to warm back up so I can pull my knuckle off you boob?" Kath asked in a sing song teasing voice.
A-ah, r-right..."
Christine immediately dethawed the frozen hand that was still attached to her left boob. She had completely forgotten about it, thinking that she had already released herself on her own.
"There... You should be able to pull it away now..."
"Thank you." Katherine said, pulling away and shaking some of the water off it. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, looked down at the shirt, and sighed as she took the two sides and tied them together in a knot. She looked like a ranch hand."I hope that doesn't happen every time I fire up from now on."
She stood and reached down to help Christine up. "Nice fight. You were kind of kicking my ass there."
Christine took her sister's hand, standing up as well.
"T-that's not true. I think you win this time, Kath," she replied with a giggle. After she stood, it was clear just how much damage she had took in the fight. Her coat was unsalvageably ruined, with its hem burned and blackened at the front, showing the black panties she was wearing (that, mercifully, didn't seem to be damaged in the slightest). And the top part was utterly in tatters. And whatever flesh it failed to cover showed signs of burns on them. Nothing too serious to demand a medical emergency, thankfully enough.
"So, I think we should change right away, sis. Our clothes... they don't seem to be in the best condition," she said with a blush, looking at both her sister's and her own outfit.
"Good idea. This is the exact time someone bursts in unexpectedly on TV." Kath said. She looked over at the stairs for a few moments, as though daring the universe to screw with them.
The universe blinked first.
"Right, let's go get changed." She said, starting toward the stairs. "Then figure out how to spend the rest of the day."
"Alright, sis," Christine happily followed her. For some reason, every time she lost to her sister, she never felt that upset about it. Perhaps it was because of her adoration of her. Or it could be just some simple sibling love in the act. Whatever it was, she never reacted badly from being defeated by her.
Though of course, if she were the one to win instead, she would be terribly elated, to the point of, perhaps, bragging about it to her.
