starboob
lover / leaver
♕ PRINCESS VERITY (EXILED) ♕
Who is lady Jezebel talking to? Though she is addressing Verity, her words are ones the princess thinks she should tell herself in a mirror. The truth is plain for anyone to see; the way she sparks and steams at her cybernetic base, the cuts and gashes that leak blood all over her clothes. Even her attacks are becoming more desperate––as if hoping for Verity to slip without actually looking for her slips. There is no coming back from this. Verity will not allow it. Even while her body aches. Even while her head pounds and pounds. Even while her she begins to feel light and faint. Where she knows these are all warning signs that her own fall is imminent, the wrath pumping through her veins in place of blood keeps her upright. Keeps her strong and alert. She does not let herself falter. Not even for a moment, she keeps the same composure she had when this fight had started. 'This ends now,' is her holy mantra that repeats to herself, sending the prayer to Victory. (The sage sends a path for her and, dutifully, she follows.)
She dodges more whips of barbed wire, the shadows knock away the cables meant to trip her, her sword connects with lady Jezebel's chest––though the villain backs away enough that it only cuts across her and does not split her the way the princess had intended. (In some ways, it is impressive that she can talk and talk, without seeming to have the need to breath, without even sounding belabored despite her obvious exertion.) Verity does listen to her, she is not so in the zone that she cannot hear her opponent and when the lady gives a moment of much needed reprieve? She takes a few strides backwards from her opponent, before her eyes shift across the room and lock onto the empty vessel that used to be her pirate. Her eyes widen. She shrieks, the noise choked, "Iskra!"
But her scream does not seem to reach the pirate. She's gone. Suppressed somewhere in her own body. (Verity never realized how small the captain is until this moment where she has been reduced to a husk. She can feel her heart drop through the floor.) When her eyes snap back over to lady Jezebel, they do not appear as those sea green depths; they are dark as storms and their winds howl the grave error that Jezebel has made. Yes, yes, she hears what the mad woman has said and how she plans to claim a new body for herself, but Verity hears the shadows, too. They fuel the storm in her veins and inspire earthquakes with her footfalls. The princess is set now on the path of destruction.
Her strikes once more come down in a berserker fashion––perhaps having learned a thing or two from her duel with Ylna––and she gives no room for the lady to counter. She can only defend her pathetic body. While Verity can hear her laughing, even goading the princess to hide the Fear that starts to fill her eyes, they are about as effective as asking a mountain to move. When the moment presents itself, the shadows gather around her blade, fortifying it to make it twice as strong; they gather into her body and grant her all their strength. She swings her blade where cybernetics meets flesh and splits the woman in two––blood and sparks alike fly from the wound. The pieces of her fall to the ground, one with a clattering and one with a thud.
Of course, it's not over. Not just yet. Lady Jezebel, just as promised, is still grasping at Life and Verity can see her blue spirit beginning to separate from her body as she dies. A chain also emerges from Jezebel's chest and it connects to Iskra, pulling them together. However, long before the two can become one, Verity severs the link and shoves that blue ghost back into her soon to be corpse. Unnoticed to Verity, the shadows all shout a celebration and flee from her form back to wherever they truly reside––Iskra's body even slumps back down to the floor and somehow the princess doesn't notice her pirate. Oh no, her focus is still on the villainous woman who looks at her, even in her dying minutes, with utter contempt and defiance. But there are no more tricks for her to pull. It's Verity's turn, now, to decide what happens next. Certainly, Verity could just wait for lady Jezebel to bleed out or short circuit, but, oh, that would be too kind and gone is the kindhearted princess. Instead, allowing this rare rage fueled cruelty take over her, she retracts most of her spikes, only leaving the ones that protrude from her knuckles. Then she slams her fist into Jezebel's jaw, her head snapping to the side with a satisfying crack. Claw like marks tear through her cheek. Then she hits her again. And again. And again, until she is certain the woman is dead for good.
After that, she races, or rather stumbles over to her captain, collapsing once she's arrived to her body and gathers Iskra into her arm. "Iskra, Iskra," she chokes, her voice weak as she clutches her pirate––not realizing how much of a mess she is making with injuries that spill over Iskra's clothes. In that moment her eyes are starting to get heavy and all her exhaustion slams into her all at once. She fights through it though, forcing herself to stay awake, because she needs to know this first, "T-tell me you're alright."
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