War, War Never Changes (2/2 and Onnio)

Zuqetta grinned with initial arrogance as her tail made impact with the strangers arm; however, as the damage was done, an intense shock would shoot up her tail and though her spine. It felt as though she had just slammed her tail with maximum force against a steel girder. Worse yet, Vocado didn't seemed fazed at all from the impact; mocking her even before pulling back to retaliate with his own display of power. She hadn't even a chance to respond as all time felt as though it slowed, her form still drifting down back towards the ground after her attack. A chill overtook her entire body as Vacado threw his arm forward, releasing the concentrated energy he had built up. She attempted to gather her own energy in an attempt to dodge, but her efforts proved meaning as the invisible, focused pressure of air shot towards her...

And it was in this moment that Zuqetta knew... she fucked up...

As impact was made with her body, the energy she had attempted gathering would immediately disperse before it could even take on it's static-like properties. She hadn't even the time to raise her arms to attempt guarding as the pressure struck her abdomen, before sending her flying back without remorse. Zuqetta would careen through the air before hitting the ground like a rock skipped across water; impacting several times before finally skidding to a stop. She momentarily remained motionless, though the sight of her fingers dug into the ground would reveal she had at least attempted to stop via her own efforts. Her hand remained tensed in a claw-like display, with her fingers well dug into a elongated groove in the ground of her own making.

With a gasp, followed by an immediate coughing fit, Zuqetta with grip at the ground beneath her before attempting to pick herself back up. Across her arms, legs and face were several cuts and scrapes from the impacts; as well, hidden beneath her shirt was a steadily growing, rather large bruise upon her abdomen. Her body was busted, and in pain all over; her spirit however remained unbroken. With only one eye open, she glared across the way towards her assailant. She wanted nothing more than to continue the fight, but now her body was fighting against her rather than with her.

Slamming her hand into the ground, Zuqetta fought past the pain and rose to her feet; stumbling about as she attempted to get her bearings. She was too stupid to give up just because of a little internal bleeding! It was then that she would see Onnio suddenly being flung her way; she would prepare herself to catch him, maybe even try to persuade him to join forces against this much larger threat! Except... though such an attempt was what SHE wanted, her body would do otherwise; not moving at all besides reaching to cover the bruise on her stomach. There wasn't even an attempt to prepare for the oncoming impact; she'd never experienced a fight against such an opponent before, and she certainly wasn't used to such pain... could this even be considered a fight?

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