004 || Video//Action

[sangreine]

[Saya looks battle-worn, but in control as she turns on the feed, perhaps to call for help or check on someone's welfare. But the chance is lost as the device is knocked from her grasp, tumbling to a stop feet away. The tilted feed shows Saya leaping to meet the attack of multiple assailants, using little more than a kitchen knife and her inhuman speed and agility to fight them off.]

[Then, just as the battle seems well in hand, she stops. The knife clatters to the pavement as she instead backs away from the fight with slow and shaking steps. The feed shows only her lower half as she's backed against a wall, essentially allowing the ghoul, whose face is off-camera, to close in.]

[Her skills and agility from just seconds before should allow her to take this one enemy in seconds. Yet she is still, and in fact extending a hand to it...]


((OOC: Halp please? Videos will be answered after the fight! ...Though she might be a little off. >.>;; ))

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[worldofourown]

[ While she absorbs the words, Karl watches her. It's not just captivation. It's disquiet. She reminds him of epileptics who check out for unmeasured moments, leaving vacant bodies and dead gazes. Except something is brewing in the molecules around her. Something terrible. Then Saya rolls back in, a thunderstorm flashing across the face of the heavens. That eerie blankness coalesces into red-hot wrath. ]

[ Perfect. ]

[ All of it perfect. ]

[ His smile is quick and sharp in its spread -- one clawed arm swinging to deflect her filthy blade, even as his eyes dance with mad glee, basking in the unhealthy radiance of her rage. ]

What's wrong, Saya? [ He laughs, the beast in him riding his bloodlust to the surface. ] Was that last kill not enough to satisfy?

[sangreine]

[She shows no reaction to his taunts, or indeed any sign of even hearing them. Her awareness is like the crackle of thin ice, barely holding. Any moment now it will give way and swallow her, and her hemorrhaging temper demands she not go alone. Survival, with all its noble trappings, is no longer the reason for the surging storm that glows in her eyes.]

[It's a different instinct that has hold of her now. The blade slashes across her open palm, the pure red of her blood mingling with the dark stains left by the slain ghost of her Chevalier. Again she swings, three times in blurred succession, relentless. Vicious. Wild.]

[worldofourown]

[ Oh. ]

[ Oh this is it. She's going for the kill now, no holds barred. The red stripe of blood streaking her sword matches the murderous shade of her eyes. She comes at him like a cyclone -- crushing velocity and deadly force. Karl feints, first to the left, then the right, evading each whistling blow. This close to her terrible blood -- to the searing heat of her bloodlust -- would be terrifying. ]

[ But he's exhilarated. ]

[ He's a kamikaze lunatic in the end. Glutted on boredom and despair, alive only in the moments where he's toeing the edge of death. He lets off a laugh, high and unearthly cold, right before slashes at her -- the motion savage and dancelike, a matador with a charging bull. Or a contender tossing the rose-studded gauntlet. ]

[ Let the dance begin. ]

[sangreine]

[In contrast to Karl's colorful delight, there's no passion in Saya's attacks. Her fury is ice-cold, uncaring and barely noticing who's dancing just outside the path of her knifetip. The trill of her anger loses cohesion by the moment until it's only a rushing, dizzying blur. Without music, there can be no dancing.]

[One final swipe of her blade and then a misstep sends her stumbling. Shoulder first, she pitches toward the place here Karl stood last. If he moves she'll land sprawled on the ground and if not they'll collide, while Saya gulps down desperate breaths as if she can't fill her lungs.]

[worldofourown]

[ There's music enough for the two of you in his mind. Can't you hear it, sweet Saya? ]

[ It seems not. The magnificent performance has barely begin before it's aborted. Karl's eyes lose their wild sheen -- the smile fades from his face. When she sways and crumples, he doesn't catch her. He's too dismayed -- too disgusted -- to do anything but stare. He watches her scoop in lungfuls of air, all that beautiful energy mysteriously extinguished. It's enough to make him rage and howl and gnash his fangs. ]

[ No. ]

[ NoNoNoNoNo. ]

Get up, Saya! [ It emerges half-throttled between clenched teeth. ] What's wrong with you?! Get up!

[sangreine]

[The better question is what's right with her, and since arriving here it's nothing. Her few bright spots were tarnished by interference and insistence that she become the snarling, rampaging animal of a moment ago. Karl prefers to watch her fall, and she's killed the one person (he can't be thought of as a ghoul, not when it's all she has) who might have propped her upright.]

[Clutching at the ground, Saya curls up, knife lying forgotten in the dirt. Her mind, flooded with half-spun cello music and rapid-fire scenes that blur into nonsense, shuts down completely in defense of itself and leaves her laying there, unconscious and exposed to whatever the remaining ghouls would do to her.]