Kame ran through the cavernous tunnels, her footsteps echoing off every nook and cranny the natural rock formations created. In the distance she thought she could hear the sounds of clashing metal and guttural screams of death, but she did her best to focus instead on the steady footsteps behind her.
clack...clack...Sacrieur's sure footsteps didn't seem to echo as much as hers, but perhaps that was from how hard she was breathing and how loud her heartbeat had become. She knew the minute she stopped it would mean her certain death, so she tried to navigate the twisting cave for a venue that would provide her with an advantage. But her luck had run out - the dead end she dreaded lay before her, and with his footsteps steadily increasing in volume she could tell she wouldn't have much time.
In a fit of panic, she hid behind an outcropping of rocks, pulling out her weapon and working the malleable wire into an appropriate weapon. She had learned from the last encounter that the wire would bend too easily against the pressure of clothing - it was out of luck, and Kevin's poor choice of weapon, that she was able to defeat him. This time she would need something stronger. But the metal would not cooperate; instead of forming a point as she wanted, it looped awkwardly. The tensile strength failed, causing it to snap into two, leaving her with an awkwardly shaped hook in one hand and a useless scrap in the other.
The footsteps stopped for a moment. Had he really been so close to hear her? She held her breath, but her heart continued to beat, deafening her ears even as adrenaline pushed her senses to their limits.
"Kame." The voice was quiet, controlled, and right behind her. She knew she shouldn't face it. If she just didn't look at it...it couldn't harm her. Right? No...but it would be delaying the inevitable, and there was no use in that. She turned to face him, trying to take full control of the situation, but with him looming over her crouched position it was clear how big of a disadvantageous she had given herself.
Without a second thought his fist, clad with a brass duster, grazed her jaw, knocking her back against the outcropping. The stalagmites were made of a soft material, one that crumbled under her weight easily, sending a cloud of dust into the air. She coughed, pulling herself to her feet awkwardly, her jaw smarting. As the dust cleared she watched Sacrieur, who had not moved yet, waiting patiently for her to gain her bearings. "I don't need any sympathy," Kame spat out.
He didn't respond.
Was he waiting for her to make the first move? She wasn't so ready to run head first into her death - the brass knuckles, combined with his strength, would make short work of her; especially if she provided extra momentum with a horribly placed mark. She turned the broken hanger over in her hand, thinking her only hope would be to hit something soft and ill-protected, like his eyes.
The thought made her laugh; like hell he'd give her the chance to be that close. However...
She rushed him, the hand holding the hanger held in a wide arc, scraping the side of the cave as she ran. He braced himself, his eyes darting between the wire back to her occasionally, the clad fist ready to strike as she got into his range. At the last moment, in a move that could only be described as sheer luck, she diverted slightly, causing him to twist unnaturally to keep her in his sights. She whipped her hanger around, spraying his eyes with dust and rock, before kicking him below the belt. He fell to the ground. If she didn't know better, she'd say tears were welling in his eyes.
In her final act, she scraped the roof of the cave around him as she ran past, causing stalactites to crash down, praying that one would hit him in the head. She continued running, how much longer would she have to play this game?
The cave around her quieted. She slowed to a walk. Was she alone? Had she won?
"Kame."
She cursed, turning around to face him. The cavern walls here were very smooth; there was nothing to use and nothing for her to hide behind. Her bag of tricks had run out. Sacrieur was ready to go, his knuckles clenched tight. A great deal of space was still between them, and Kame was not interested in changing that anytime soon.
Having never been trained in proper defense, she put her hands up in a sloppy triangle, leaving one fist loose and the other with the hanger tightly gripped between two fingers. It was her last line of defense; and even though he might be able to push it aside, it might cause a temporary deterrent. She waited.
"Is this what you want?" Kame asked him. He didn't respond right away, cocking his head to the side.
"I'd like to survive." There was silence. "I don't like monologues - they waste time," he added.
Nothing happened.
"Come at me," one of them said, but by the time they closed the space between them it was impossible to tell who had said it.
They erupted into a flurry of action, Kame quickly browbeaten into the defensive, while Sacrieur's steady stream of offensive maneuvers sought to break down her minor defenses. She barely avoided a right hook, but the strike did succeed in knocking her weapon from her knuckles, sending it echoing across the floor from her. It shocked her so that she dropped both her hands for only a moment, but it was the opportunity Sacrieur had been waiting for. He punched her square in the face, her head snapping back in response, hitting the suddenly very close wall. Her knees began to give; it took all her strength - and the support of the cavern wall - to stay upright. She stared at him menacingly, searching for anything within him to bargain with. There was nothing. She was beat. Sighing, she closed her eyes. At least it was over.
"Take care of Quintet for me," she whispered.
A bone shattering crack resounded through the halls as Kame crumpled to the ground, leaving the victor to make quick work in finding the exit.
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