Baiken - Defeat durability

He fired both grapples back into the roof, exactly where he'd just left. Baiken froze. He had somehow anticipated her bait and was now moving to counter.

She fired the gun, he shoved his blade straight into it.

The pistol exploded like a grenade, shrapnel dug into her entire right side, her stump bled as fresh as the day it had been cut off.

His blade was ruined, a mangled ribbon of metal, but he still had one more. He shoved it through her chest and kicked her off the roof.

Baiken rolled across the rough street, small pebbles of the pavement dug their way into her wounds and lit them up hotter than they already had been. She finally stopped on her back, her breathing shallow, her pain immense.

He'd avoided her vitals. She was losing blood, but she was not dying just yet. She took a moment to reflect on this fact as she stared up into the clear blue sky.

Then she sat up and pulled the sword out of her chest. She started walking back the way they came. Stark could probably patch her back up.

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TheMightyBox72, Semifinals