A Fight to Finish

The sheer force could be felt vibrating through the shaft of the naginata as his blade would strike the small guard and break it only slowing down the motion slighly. Realizing this, Ryuki would release the upper portion of the naginata, letting his blade slide passed where her right hand had gripped it. As it would slide towards her left which gripped the lower part, she would grab the upper part behind the blade and quickly snap her left palm forward against the underside of her weapon. The motion would force the base of it to move upward and forcie his blade up away from her.

To finish the motion, Ryuki steps in closer to reinforce the pressure behind the motion, before suddenly using whatever force he had applied to the weapon to snap the bladed edge upward and towards his armpit, forcing her to move her upper body back slightly to avoid the blade, and to make an upward slicing motion.

Ryuki released the weapon as the pummel came crashing downward knowing that not only would it break her weapon if she had kept her grip on it but it could also cause her injury. The half-dragon elects to let it go for now, allowing the wind to sweep her backward with impeccable grace. Without her naginata, her right hand curved across the front of her body and gripped at the hilt of her katana, lowering her upper body forward slightly with one leg bent forward a bit and the other slightly back to give her a solid stance. She eyed the King.

"No." She replied. She had no expectation of winning this fight. The simple answer would be followed up as she suddenly moved forward - quicker now then before given the weapons change. The wind swirled around her, forcing the currents to break away from the front of her form and amplify behind her adding to her speed slightly. The Dragoon blurred as she raced forward, drawing the katana free of its sheath as she went to strike. Ryuki would slash rapidly as she got in close and move passed him to stand behind him. If the strikes hit properly, they would not inflict anything fatal - instead intended to cripple the King.

Each was aimed for for specific joint points, intended to cut just deep enough to hinder the tendons. Specifically areas in his upper body such as wrists, elbows, and shoulders. With one smooth motion, the katana would be flicked and replaced into its sheath, turning her head slightly to glance back at him over her shoulder.

Ryuki had only a split second to react, taken aback by the sheer force and speed the King exhibited despite the heavy armor he wore. Unlike her, who wore lighter armors allowing her to remain more mobile in battle. Immediately the wind picked up around her to help shield her from the attack, erecting a barrier about her strong body. She then began to move, bringing the sheath up to help intercept the blade as she pivoted out of it's way. However despite this, her reflexes could not bring her out of harms way completely. She felt the blade slice across her thigh, lessened only by the wind shield, spilling crimson liquid across his blade only seconds before her blade glistened to life, her body moving in a quick rotation to bring the blade down towards his elbow intent that should she miss his elbow, she could at the very least damage his wrist.

There in her eyes, brief, the dragon could be seen. It peered beyond the veil of her human visage with a strange sense of honor and wisdom. Not quite the untamed monster most would expect, but a refined, majestic creature grown from the deepest roots of Ionia's very foundation.

Ryuki quickly jerked her left shoulder back, bringing her right swinging as her body moved quickly from it's path. Her katana intercepting it with a violent clang sending sparks flying brightly into the air between them. However the force was enough to knock the katana from her hand, and graze her palm as it did so leaving a gash in its wake.

Quickly the half-dragon stepped back as she found herself essentially disarmed. One smaller blade remained tucked within the thin obi around her waste, but this was not meant for such fights. The blood did not flow long, but her hand was going to prove more difficult to use during the fight after this point. While it did not sever anything vital, the gash would make holding things uncomfortable at best.

Without her weapons, the Dragoon began to slowly circle TRK. She was willing to keep fighting if it meant regaining the honor she had lost during the last battle, but without her weapons she had only one thing left to use.

The wind began to pick up around her creating a violent torrent of air rapidly encircling her body. Beneath it's blinding white speed, her figure would disappear as her body morphed into something far larger and more primal. The torrent expanded with the size of her form, until falling away to leave the white, wind dragon standing before TRK. A majestic beast ready to continue a battle that some would consider foolish, but to her, it meant everything.

There was nothing within this form that was not as capable of battle as her weapons. This was in a sense, another weapon and she did not see it as being anything to be disappointed over. A blade of any kind, is still a sharp and capable tool to be utilized in an honorable fight.

This was still honorable.

To a being as strong as TRK, she could not hope to possibly match him in her human form. She could, however, continue on this way. The dragon was as cold as the woman that once stood before him, but with it came a feral air that was akin to the beast's ancestors.

"We the Dragoon know honor in battle." Came the soft hiss of her dragon voice, "To die in battle is the greatest of all deeds. Know my true form, Ruined King!"

As she finished speaking, her body seemed to simply shatter into millions of tiny white scales, seeming to dance across the air like cherry blossoms on a mid-spring day. There was something awing about the beauty of the effect, though it could prove just as deadly as the scales suddenly manifested into the beast directly behind him. She would wait for him to begin turning, before her large maw would snap down with crushing force towards his right shoulder, intending to rip it clean off if the chance arose. Even a successful bite would cause bleed damage which would continue to cause him harm over a period of time.

The dragon's rapid motions were like a snake coiling about ready to strike at any second. Her long, wiry, serpent-like form glistened with white scales and fur, glowing beneath the ominous clouds circling high above. As her jaw snapped upon air, she jerked back wildly seeming to move with an unpredictable air.

Seeing him race towards her with the blade growing in size, the dragon slashed at the air sending sharp waves of crescent shaped wind shards towards his body. If they hit, four slashes would rip through the armor with little effort like razor-sharp blades. The closer he is when they strike, the more damage they are capable of inflicting.

As the wave crashes with her wind, the dragon would begin forward until she saw a second one coming. She manages to avoid the second wave narrowly, feeling it rush just passed her massive form. But as the third would race towards her relentlessly, she could not possibly manage to avoid all of them. The wave ripped across her body, sending her toppling over and rolling quickly along the ground before crashing into a large, deadened tree. With a grunt of pain, the large beast would try to stand. Crimson spilling from the deep wounds left in her scaled body.

Was this all she had? The wind around her picked up again, seeming to pull the scales off her being as they created a shielding torrent of white wind around her, shrinking back down to her human form. Finally, Ryuki slowly climbed to her feet. Blood spilled from her wounds as she slowly staggered forward, her teeth gritted from the intense pain coursing through her undead body, closing the distance between her and TRK.