Coming close to him was quite possibly the worst thing she could've done in that moment. Suddenly there was Minoko, and he'd never looked at his wife and felt so much hate and anger before. He wanted to squeeze her neck until her head popped off. He wanted to knock every last tooth out of her mouth. "Gah!" he exclaimed and swung a powerful arm to try and knock her back. "Get away from me!" Still fighting it with everything he had. This was going very wrong, very quickly.
Emlen's swing knocked her hard in the face, and her hand left his shoulder as she took a half step back from his form. All of her teeth were intact, but she tasted blood nevertheless. Not wanting to give the audience something to howl about, Minoko rolled the metallic taste around in her mouth and then swallowed it down. It was time. She had always known this would happen; she just hadn't expected a setting like this. In her mind it was always a clear plot of Solaris's and not some sort of sport. Their battle was supposed to take place in an open field or in Sama's unwelcoming streets, not in a ****ing cage. Slowly, the woman stepped back towards the wall and snatched up the javelin. The tool was changing shape yet again, becoming a bladed version of its former self. "Just let go, Em. We've got this."
Emlen didn't want to let go whether they had it or not. He didn't like losing control, especially not around his wife. Despite his wishes, he felt himself losing more and more of it. Trying to keep it in check at this point could destroy him. A growling howl left him, and one might think he was a lycan had they not known him better. "Minoko, get it done!" he half begged, half snarled. He held his head as the whispers of rage invaded his ears and made him writhe. Soon, the blackness would bleed out past his iris and fill the entirety of his eye. Black web-like veins spread down beneath his eyes like runny mascara. Teeth that were once dull were now razor sharp as his blood ran black in his veins.
Minoko tore her eyes away from Emlen's transformation to focus on the changing of her weapon. It was quickly shifting from a javelin to a polearm with a long, elaborate blade. Once the naginata was complete she wrapped both her hands around it and gave it a quick spin to test the weight. The action was enough to spur on the crowd. Most of the yelling melded together to form a great, unpleasant din, but a few phrases could be picked out of the mess. Gems like 'She means business' and 'He'll rip her neck out with those teeth'. Oh, if she could do anything right now, anything in the realm of possibility, then she would yank a satellite down from the sky and kill every single person in this place. This was the worst of Rhy'Din. A faint whistle came from the woman's lips as she inhaled deeply. Then, without hesitation, she was charging for her husband with the point of the naginata leading the way.
Yeah, Emlen would be lying if he said he wouldn't much rather tear out every other throat around him. His nose crinkled, blackout eyes staring right through her as he charged. A growl tore through his chest, his body hunched slightly as he ran like a mindless animal. When he got close, he'd attempt to swat that blade to the side--probably cutting himself in the process--and move in to swing. If all of that was accomplished, he'd be punching his wife in the mouth. Sorry, Minoko.
She had seen that fist coming for her teeth a million miles away. His swat to her blade was allowed, but from there Minoko lowered her head, lifted her arms and turned into the punch. It landed neatly on her upper arm just below her shoulder. The hit with all of Emlen's furious power behind it was enough to force a noise out of her, some sort of pathetic yelp that somehow helped to relieve the waves of pain pounding on her right side. From there she attempted to jab the butt end of the naginata hard at her husband's throat before raising it up and sending the blade down for the inside of his shoulder.
The yelp coaxed the deepest rumble from his chest as those inhuman eyes continued to stare her down. When she smacked his throat, he stumbled back a few steps, those sharp teeth exposed. The blade cut right through his shoulder, and there was no reaction from him. Normally, he'd have winced or grunted, but this time, the tower of a man looked down at the blade and back at her. That screaming shriek escaped his lips, like the call of a banshee.
He was only eight inches taller than her, but today Emlen felt like nothing short of a giant. His shriek was loud enough to momentarily drown out the noise of the crowd, and in that moment she stared blankly up at the black holes of his eyes, genuinely terrified of the person she was supposed to feel safest with. There would be no cooing of his name to bring the usual blue back to his irises. There was no Slane sister here, able to jump into the ring and save the day. A violent shaking came to her hands as she yanked the naginata's blade out of his shoulder. Her gaze stayed focused on his own as she then blindly thrust the naginata forward for his chest.
The blade pierced his chest, sinking in between his ribcage. Once more, he didn't grunt, and barely reacted. Strong fingers wrapped around the handle, a step back taken to rip the blade from his chest. Sticky black blood sprayed out and oozed down his chest. The muscles on his upper arm tensed as he yanked the weapon toward (and behind) himself, in order to pull her closer. A ready fist went flying right for her face. Inside, Emlen was screaming.
Emlen wasn't affected by the blade through his chest. He barely even seemed to notice it. Her lips parted, but she said nothing as he yanked her forward, as she willingly took a step closer. She was vaguely aware of his black blood landing on the exposed skin of her arms, causing an unpleasant burn. And then the punch came. She released her naginata and fell back. Her nose had to be broken. Her front teeth felt funny. Blank eyes stared at the white space that was the ceiling, and for the first time Minoko started to entertain the idea that Emlen might win this. How quickly would he come back to his true self? How would he react when he saw what was left of her? Suddenly a sense of determination ran through her, not like the previous one that had encouraged her to kill everyone in the room, but a fresh one that whispered she couldn't lose this battle. She couldn't hesitate, and she couldn't lie in a pathetic heap on the ground waiting for her neck to get snapped. To protect him, she would kill him, and he would bounce back same as he always did. Hell, the day they met he had been hit by a train. She grinned in spite of the blood pouring over her lips and hopped back to her feet. The fingers on both hands stretched out. Vague shapes appeared, circular and cylindrical, glowing pink. Minoko stood completely still and waited for his approach.
If he killed her, if he'd won, he'd lose. There was no winning this. Not really... He would have either brought her back, or killed every jackass in this place, even if it meant him dying. A deep breath was taken if only so that he could howl out. Like an animal, all sense of humanity gone as he stood tall. He could feel the redhead gnawing away at the back of his head. Finish it. Finish it... Blackout eyes settled upon her and soon, he was barreling toward her, sending a blast of energy in his wake to try and ragdoll her a bit further back. As if she was nothing more than a toy for him to break.
It was hard to say whether it was a testament to her great determination or a result of a new skill, but the shield that Minoko came up with in that small amount of time appeared to be of a much better quality than her usual hastily made creations. The metal plate was a perfect circle made of thick, smooth alloy. It might have passed as store-bought steel if not for the lack of a handle on the back. No, instead of being held the thing hovered perfectly in front of her palm. The shield was brought forward to block the energy blast in the moment before it was sent her way. Her eyes squeezed shut as the metal took the brunt of the blast, forcing her lithe frame to slide back just a few inches. There was enough power behind it to put a deep strain in her limbs, but Minoko wasn't a ragdoll, not yet at least. Once the blast cleared her eyelids instantly lifted, and she was leaping forward to meet his barreling form, shield first. If Emlen could just be momentarily open then she had a real shot at ending this farce of a fight.
When Emlen was like this, he was almost always open. Caution was to the wind as he moved after his wife, another scowling growl tore from his throat, annoyed as all hell that she blocked that attack, it seemed. He threw his head back, and yanked his fist with it. It seemed that he was ready to punch through the shield, even if it killed him. If there was ever a time to take advantage of an opening, it was now.
Minoko waited until the very last second to pull her arm out from behind the shield and reveal her hand. She was a cross between a gladiator and vampire hunter tonight, because the simple weapon clutched so tightly by her digits was none other than another gleaming metal stake, this one fully formed and ready to strike. It was likely that Emlen would punch right through the shield, since she wasn't making any effort to pull it away from his incoming fist, but that didn't matter now. She had her shot and if through some amazing fluke they both managed to die here then so be it. With her hand at the very hilt of the stake she thrust the weapon forward, aiming to lodge most of its length in the spot where Emlen's heart lay.
That fist slammed into the shield, putting a massive dent in it, but Minoko was quick. That stake pierced his chest and he stiffened, his fist trembling against the shield and eventually dropping. His eyes widened, and the blackness crawled back into his pupil. Emlen sputtered, blood not quite black, but darker as it trailed from his lips and ran down his chin. For a second, he was himself. Then he dropped.
She didn't let go of the stake, not until it was ripped from her hand when Emlen's body plummeted to the ground. Her shield followed a moment later, its brilliance now marred by the deep dent in the center. Minoko swayed on her feet as she stared blankly down. The crowd was roaring, but Minoko couldn't make out the individual yells of people either insulting her existence or acknowledging her as their bet-winning angel. Her own haggard breathing came first, and everything else was relegated to background noise. Absentmindedly, a hand came up to wipe at the stream of blood that cascaded down from her nostrils. She blinked at the smear on the side of her hand. It seemed so harshly red compared to the pink light of her aura, still emanating from her hands. That was what did it. The Asian finally fell forward onto her knees. All the pain set in at once, and every inch of her was screaming. A sense of panic was quick to follow. She draped a protective arm over Emlen's temporary corpse and whipped her head around to see if anyone was coming to claim his body. Nobody was approaching, but she noticed that someone had so kindly opened the door of the cage. They could leave. Minoko placed her hand gently on the stake to make sure it was firmly in place, and then she got to work at changing her shield into a long, oval-shaped sheet of metal. Emlen was pulled onto it. The makeshift stretcher then lifted with her as she rose into a stand, and it came to a hover at her side. Slowly she began her walk to the exit, trying her best to look tall and proud even though every step she took sent sharp jolts of pain through her battered flesh. The only time Minoko paused in her stride was to take a long look at Jamie. Her eyes were starting to blacken as a result of the broken nose, but if anything the bruising worked in her favor, helping to accentuate the dark fire in her eyes. She would come back to this horrible place. She would make sure it burnt to the ground.