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Burning Blades vs Goth Dragomir

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Burning Blades smiled under her mask as she laced up her boots. Again she would have to face a vampire. She was still in pain from her previous fight against Vile Creed, but this time she would be allowed to use weapons. Not just any weapons, but her own weapons! BB fondled the now deactivated vessels on the table to her left like a precious treasure. In a way they indeed were just that. One of a kind weapons, never to be build again, never to be able to be replaced. She could almost hear the sound, the plasma blades would make once activated. The light smell of charred flesh as they cut through a victim's body, bringing death no matter to whom. The mere thought of that aroused her. It was quite the mood killer that she wouldn't be allowed to kill today. At least not her opponent, Goth Dragomir.
Someone was appoaching her. Burning Blades didn't look up, she knew who it was just by watching the visitor from the corner of her eye. The woman made not the slightest sound while walking, but swung her hips in a way even she, Burning Blades, considered exaggerated. It was a common ally of both, her and Viper, the woman that wanted to be called 'Candle' around here. A more than stupid name, the way BB saw it.
"Zere you are!" 'Candle' greeted her with her thick french accent.
Burning Blades continued lacing up and didn't respond, but 'Candle' either didn't realize she wasn't welcome or just didn't care. That woman was the type of person that believed herself to be the center of the solar system instead of some lousy sun.
"Madame Viper said I should prepare for battle! What do you zink of my outfeet?"
Burning Blades raised her head and witnessed the sensation of 'Candle', showing off her perfect body. Quite a familiar scene for everyone, who ever had the displeasure to encounter her. Like expected, her chosen attire screamed "Sex" into the face of every observer, flattering her curves like the second skin it truly was. The colors, however ...
"So, what do you zink?" 'Candle' demanded.
"You look like Smurfette in pink panties", Burning Blades answered dryly.
'Candle' made a face. She was so girlish most of the time, it was hard to believe how cruel and lethal she could actually be. Not to mention, she was seriously sick in the head.
"You're just jealous!" she pouted.
"If you don't want an honest answer, ask Abe!" BB shot back.
"But Monsieur Abraham can't speak!" 'Candle' bristled.
Burning Blades shot her eyebrows upwards.
"Exactly!"
She grabbed her weapons and connected them to her arms. A quick check, flawless as always. Burning Blades was ready for action.
"Zose zings don't match your outfeet", 'Candle' piped up.
"Says the girl in baby blue and pink."
These words on her lips, Burning Blades stepped out into the arena. It was showtime!

Goth Dragomir stood in the middle of the ring, one hand placed on his back, like a british gentleman. A heavy hood protected his scared face from the barely shining sun. However, with Hybris' black cloud of 1.000 eyes all over the Colosseum, the thing was kinda unnecessary. In his right hand he held a demonic, yet noble looking sword. Handmade, no doubt. It was not hard to figure out why he had chosen this weapon, it complimented his own personality in every way. The vampire aristocrat bowed slightly as Burning Blades stepped into the arena.
"I've been waiting for this encounter, you look ravishing, Mylady! Welcome to your first major lesson in pain! But fear not, Viper asked me to not spill first blood by cutting your head off!"
"Whatever, I take it your bark is worse than your bite, windbag!"
While she was yelling that, Burning Blades activated her plasma blades. Like she was in the mood for such empty phrases. She still was bruised from head to toe from her battle with Vile Creed yesterday and 'Candle's' narcissism had been even more annoying than always.
"Don't be too sure about that", Dragomir grined.
The guy obviously wasn't easily rattled. Yes, he was, Burning Blades corrected herself. The previous rounds had shown that. It was all a question of pushing the right buttons to tick him off. But was it wise to aim for that? An angry fighter was a sloppy fighter and it had helped her to outsmart Vile Creed yesterday. But Vile Creed wasn't here to kill anybody, an ethos Goth Dragomir did not share, previous rounds had shown that as well.
Not taking his left hand off his back, Goth went for the opening strike. At first Burning Blades thought he wanted to bullshit her. Her plasma blades would cut through this sword's blade like a knife would through melting butter. She countered, planning to slash the blade in half and cut open which ever part of Goth's body she could hit afterwards. Easy money! Big was the surprise when the ordinary looking blade indeed blocked her attack. Burning Blades' blue eyes widened and Dragomir's triumphic smirk added insult to injury.
"Surprised?" he teased. "You really thought I'd bring a toy to a First Blood fight?"
Now BB could see that the blade was glowing each time it made contact with her plasma weapons. Goth Dragomir was no idiot, he really had chosen his weapon wisely. The following duel was everything but even. Even though it was two blades against one, Burning Blades was on the defensive. One hand still on his back, Goth Dragomir practically chased her around the arena. His reflexes were superhuman and he blocked every counterstrike of hers with such ease, it was insulting. BB had a hard time not to get angry or desperate, cause she knew it would've sealed her fate. When Goth finally took his left hand off his back, just to cover a yawn in mid-battle, she almost snapped.
"I didn't even break a sweat, dear", he stated matter-of-factly, "butt that's fine, I guess, since you're sweating for the both of us."
Burning Blades' whole body ached. It was now that she realized she shouldn't have stepped back into the arena this soon after the beating Creed had given her. Especially not against an opponent of this caliber. Her back against the wall, she knew she was on the edge of defeat with no real chance of turning the tide. Or was there? Goth didn't follow up when she kept her distance, he knew he was winning. However, the moment she had a little time to spare, she noticed something. It was the way he was looking at her body. He was a vampire, but he still was a man. A well build woman like her with a fast pounding heart, pumping blood like rapids through her veins, must be an irresistible delicacy to him. It wasn't wise to piss this guy off, but maybe it was possible to catch him off guard in a different way. Burning Blades decided to go all in. She didn't need to fake weakness as she lowered her head and closed her eyes. Next she deactivated her plasma blades and even dropped them to the ground, scoring a massive "Boo" from the spectators.
"I know when I'm beat", she said, "I might not have been the worthiest opponent, but I still ask you to draw my blood with style."
Dragomir didn't completely bought it. She could see in his healthy eye that the expected a ploy. But he also knew that she would never be fast enough to pick her weapons up again to stop him. When Burning Blades pulled her hair back, offering her bare neck to him, his drives finally got the better of him. Goth stepped closer, licking his lips, already tasting the beauty's warm blood. The moment he was so close that their bodies touched, lowering his head towards her neck, Burning Blades opened her eyes. As quick as a human can be, she grabbed his sword hand, tilting it ever so slightly. It was enough to have the blade make contact with his bare skin, causing just a little scratch. A single drop of blood escaped from it. A wound he probably didn't even notice, but in this special case enough to steal the win from him.
"Furst Blood!" Viper shouted. "De winner is Burning Blades!"
The redheaded hitwoman quickly escaped the grasp of her stunned opponent, fearing he would tear her apart the moment he recovered from the shock. Goth Dragomir stared at the little scratch on his stomach as if he couldn't believe it was there. Maybe that actually was the case. Burning Blades grabbed her weapons and activated the blades to defend herself against his wrath. But when Dragomir came to senses, all he did was laughing. He looked at her, not the slightest sign of anger in his good eye.
"You sly bitch!" he chuckled.
"Thanks!" Burning Blades answered dryly.
"Brave and cunning, never met a human woman like that", Goth complimented, "maybe I'll make you one of us, once this tournament is over."
"And maybe not!" BB responded.
Goth Dragomir just smiled in a way that made her shiver and turned away. Burning Blades did not take her eyes off him until he left the arena. He really wasn't mad at all about the stolen victory, it seemed. However, now she wished he had been.
Okay, second of three fights :-)
Hope I did portray Goth okay.

PS: Does anybody have any doubt who "Candle" really is? ;P

Goth Dragomir belongs to :iconlecterthewerewolf:
Burning Blades belongs to :iconarcalian:
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BB: Not ready to be a Vamp just yet. Maybe when I'm not quite so...young and limber anymore. Maybe he can look me up then.