Humiliated by Senri

[19:29:42] The Nagual's heart was beating like a drum.

Lotlhuitl's form was splattered with blood. Some of it, her own. The woman's green eyes were wide; her teeth gritted, bared. She was a blood magi. And there was no shortage of blood on this battlefield.

Thu-thunk. Thu-thunk. Thu-thunk.

She moved in time to the beat. Her heart beat. Steady. Excited. Lotlhuitl was no trained dancer - nothing to be compared to the likes of Zahhual and Xitlalli - yet.. innately, in the midst of all this violence, she found herself actually gaining some sort of rhythm.

The Nagual's tail bristled as Senri approached her. A Qilin. Lotlhuitl was prone to staring, and this was no exception. Unblinking, the Nagual with the blue-black hair had STARED at Senri, ears visibly pinning back.

A Qilin.

She hadn't been watchin him, so truly, she wasn't sure if he approached her to render assistance, or to attempt to cut her down. But.. he was an outsider. A heretic. She could not trust him.

"You fight for the Betrayer?" Lotlhutil snarled, electricity crackling at her fist.

She would take the bait.

She pursued.
(Lotlhuitl)
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[19:31:24] "I fight for the Emperor!" Senri loudly exclaims, before unloading his pistol, giggling quietly. He aimed his gun and prepared to take fire.

"...Go, Blue! We're here today to show the world that Sheng still has a backbone...! That Ardent will not fall to softness and sin...!"

He pursued her. Spore clouds surrounded him, and holy magic charged up within his gun, spellcircles igniting around the piece, ready to fire...
(Senri)
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[19:33:58] Senri exclaims, "Ahaahah!"
[19:33:58] Senri exclaims, "Dance, dance!"
[19:34:49] {combat} Lotlhuitl has been defeated by Senri! They're unable to continue fighting.
[19:34:49] Kaschei exclaims, "Most all of you carry Kraus' most precious gift: life! You live and go on, sharing life with others, the fortune among you beginning new lives from your own. Don't you understand how precious life is?!"

[19:37:23] With his pistol unleaashing blasts of time magic and holy whenever Lothuitl was at a distance, and his short-sword eager to slash into her if her claws dug too close... The Nagual was clearly outmatched. She could barely contend with Senri, let alone his fire-fox companion.

But she put up a good fight regardless, and she was far more agile than him- able to escape if necessary. He closed the distance, "Where are you going, kitten? Come back! I'll teach you how to live a civilized life!"

His gaze was on fire, full of energy, erratic. His mascara-framed eyes stared forward, unblinking. A grin beneath them.
(Senri)
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[19:47:37] Yeah. Nope.

Lotlhuitl had done her best, but the Qilin truly outclassed her. In the end, there was only so much she could do. The Nagual found herself dancing out of reach of his flames.. lightning arcing over her form. But she was no match for him. He cut at her. And one time? One time she was slightly too slow.

And when she lept back, she ended up pressing her hands to her exposed midrift. A thin line of blood now trickling from a light slash her foe had dealt her. Not fatal. Just enough to register.

He.. could have cut her in half.

Kitten?!

That was when she realised: he was playing with her. The realisation played out across her delicate face. A mixture of emotions, but primarily hatred, fear, and humiliation.

The Nagual with the blue-black hair turned, hands leaving the light cut to bleed as with a -crack- she lept away from the Qilin who sought to humiliate her.
(Lotlhuitl)
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20:02:59] Glory. Glory. Glory.

Glory be to Gehenna in the highest.

Lotlhuitl was battered. Bloodied. Bruised, both in body and spirit: her pride. But she was here. She had fought. And she had survived. More than that, her people had conquered.

The Nagual woman with the blue-black hair stood by Noa as he called for his friend, Somnus Remira, to be returned to him. She said nothing. Her gaze briefly flicked to each tribe's leader as they issued their commands. Xomac first. Then Kayeliun -- her Chieftess. Then Karma.

A smile pulled at the normally gloomy Gehennan woman's lips. It amused her, slightly, that Kayeliun was the loudest. But of course. Cruxati should be the brightest star amongst those here today.

And then she set to work. There were treasures to loot, and buildings to reduce to rubble.
(Lotlhuitl)
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