The Hating and the Uncaring [Invite Only]

"Well... Surrender now... Or prepare... To fight..." Aphelion waited for her response, eyeing her carefully, his spare hand loosening its grip on his heart, his other still clutched in a fist.

Healing as much as possible, she would get up. Still breathing heavily, she remakes her stance, eyeing him, "I am not dead yet, so I won't surrender."

"Fine. I'll just bash your head... until you can't fight any more." he said, breathing stabilising, same going for his heart. He started walking towards her slowly, cracking his neck and raising his fists.

Just holding her ground, the flames would be condensing once more, blasting outwards before she strikes, going to spin kick him in the chest.

Moving himself to intercept, he quickly wrapped one of his arms around her fiery leg, shifting to step on the other foot and force her legs to spread in an air-split.

As he goes to perform his trick, Aoife would counter with a smirk, one arm going to punch his free arm, the other would unsheathe Shadow Dragon and head to stab him in the chest, the underneath of her skirt being protected by a pair of tight shorts.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked coldly, moving his arm to punt Shadow Dragon below his spread legs before taking the punch, moving even closer and headbutting her right in the forehead, pulling back to do it again... and again... and as much as he could.

"This." After the third headbutt, she would release the consolidated flames in a burst, her entire body lighting up with an increased amount going to her head incase of any continued attacks, using the still free arms, she would go to grab him, aiming to keep him burning for as long as possible.

Hissing from the burning pain he would raise his spare leg to kick her in the knee of the leg she stood on while withdrawing from any further headbutts, additionally using his new position to straighten her kicking leg by forcing it to almost breaking point with his holding arm, not stopping and letting her flames lick his body.

Crying out in pain, she would go to curl the kicked leg around his when he tries to bring it back, aiming to topple him to the ground, spitting out yet more blood, she would blink more often now, aiming to send more and more flames at him.

Falling to the ground, Aphelion let go of her leg and went to curl one hand around her lower back, other to push onto the chestplate, aiming to injure her back enough that she can't move. His whole body was bright red, even his now revealed chest as his shirt was incinerated. His sweat dripped everywhere due to the heat.

His attack working, she would cough onto his face, specks of blood over his face as the strength in her limbs go, the fire staying however, "Burn you bast-."

Freeing himself from Aoife's clutches, his body would be steaming as he staggered backwards, staring at her as coldly as he did at the start and wiping her blood off of his face, "Are you quite done?" he asked, dropping to one knee.

Aura retreating to conserve energy, she would try to get up, failing as her breathing becomes more and more louder, "No. I won't lose to the monster who destroyed my Dragon."

"Oh? Okay, I can wait." he said, moving to her broken spear and sitting down, picking it up and starting to fiddle around with it. His body started slowly going back to its usual colour.

Knowing full well she can't fire any ranged attacks in her state, she would decide to rely on the Guard. Bringing her aura back out, she would start making a firewall as large as possible on her, yelling out, "I hope you are ready, as this next attack will also destroy the surrounding area!"

Rimmer paused, looking up with a distinctly unamused expression and he tapped the scroll once. No no. This simply would not do. These two were escalating well out of control. His voice is droll, distinctly unamused as he simply closes his eyes.

"Then I suggest you learn to contain the damage. My presence here does not validate wanton property damage young lady. I suggest you re-evaluate your options if you believe that it does."

Scowling, her attempt to get him to stop the fight as a draw fails. Flames dying down and Aoife just lies in the remnants, not saying a word as she closes her eyes.

Aphelion looked at her, poking around her spear and trying to unscrew any loose-looking parts. She wouldn't give up that easily... I wonder what she's planning.

"Well, if she can't fight any more, it's her loss. I ain't carrying her to the infirmary." he said into the wind, not exactly addressing anyone as he continued his dismantling, not letting his sight down from her.

Not moving, she would be haunted by the noises of what would be the equivalent of Aphelion ripping out the insides of her dead mother. Small amounts of tears forming, they would near immediately dissipate from the heat. staying silent but flushed from embarrassment at such a public crying.

No emotions showing, Aphelion threw the bend spear at Aoife, "Say something, loudmouth. Are you done? Believe it or not, watching you lay there is rather boring."

The injuries in her throat either healed by her aura or by clotting, the last parts of the released blood would drool from the side of her mouth. Not speaking or even reacting to it, she would be unable to cope with the breaking of her spear, wondering how she will go on without it.

"Well, if you can still fight, do something now, otherwise it's my win due to your inability to fight." he said, adding to himself under his breath, "Pathetic. Didn't even need the shuko."

Evidently struggling, she would take something Aphelion had said to her before: Small balls of fire in-between her fingers and try to manifest them, succeeding with a rather small ball, though it would only be one and not large enough to do any damage, even if she somehow touched him with it.

Sighing, Aphelion would walk over to her and go to step on her ankle, "Hello, Earth to Phoenix. Done? I can't be arsed sticking around any more than I have to."

"Get. Off. Me. Murderer!" With that, she would ignore the ever growing pain, aiming to turn his foot into a melting pot of fire, "You are the epitome of everything wrong with you, we all hate you."

Aphelion stepped back, "So you can talk. Give up?" his voice showed no hint of giving a damn about what she just said to him.