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Giena paraded around the clearing, swinging her sword about while assuming an offensive position, hooves making dull thuds as they hit the swampy grass. The satyr’s horns were as bent as her furrowed brow.
“I’ll use your knees as earrings, you ugly rodent!” the beautiful bushi satyr scoffed, brushing her long brown and silver hair from her lithe shoulders, lines of lean muscle carved into the biceps below.
Vanessa grimaced and temporarily juggled her longsword to her non-dominant hand to brush a sweaty palm down her hakama. Her red eyes flashed with anger. Surely, she was the far prettier of the two, she had decided, and she felt just as confident that her swordsmanship skills were unmatched. There were no shôgun to be seen to interfere, and it was clear to both women that this would be a fight to the death.
“Could we skip to the part where you beg for my mercy? I’m growing bored, staring at your hideous face,” the vampire bat hissed at her opponent, although Giena showed no fear at her words. Instead, she raised her sword to the ready, assuming a chūdan-no-kamae stance. Unbridled hate shone in her piercing golden eyes as she steadied her breath.
Giena sprang forth and swung her sword first, catching the she-bat off-guard. Vanessa managed to duck out of the way just in time, but did not expect the satyr to recoil so quickly. A flash of black and the taste of iron and dirt filled Vanessa’s mouth as Giena kicked her wickedly in the mouth with a hoof.
The impact was strong enough to cut flesh, as if it posed no resistance, and Vanessa fell to her knees. At once, a fountain of red gushed from the wound upon Vanessa’s jaw. She spit following a pathetic moan, and two teeth fell from her lips, even redder than her lipstick as the gore dribbled down her chin as her tongue had been severed at the tip with her own fangs.
“You’re very skilled at bleeding, that I’ll grant you,” the satyr snapped at the bat with a sneer. Vanessa’s head was spinning, but she made a valiant attempt to rise, kicking off both sandals in the process, her socks now a muddled mess of soil and blood. She had little time to react before the lovely satyr was upon her once more.
The gorgeous bat screamed with paralyzing pain as the keen cutting edge of the blade gorged into both her thighs. Her blood left her arteries in surges, not gushing in a constant flow, but in time with her heartbeat. She watched it pool around her; at first it came thick and strong, flowing through her fingers as they clasped the ripped flesh, first on one thigh, then the next. Grasping futilely to the oozing slashes, but no matter the pressure she applied she felt the blood move over her hands down the length of her shapely legs, staining her kyahan in the process.
“Perhaps next I should pluck out your eyes, since they are quite useless if you find yourself more beautiful than I,” Giena spewed at her opponent, rushing in at a raging pace, and piercing a whimpering Vanessa in her lung with unyielding steel, the blade reappearing again through the bat’s back. She made to cry, to plead, but she could only gasp and wheeze. Viscera poured from the hole in her torso, and Giena gloated as the bat’s gushing blood glinted maroon under the moonlight.
Although her head rang with fury, Vanessa was dying. Her blood loss was quickening and she knew she could not survive much more of this abuse. The satyr watched as Vanessa ebb away, her eyes growing steadily more dull. The breathtaking bat looked down as her life seeped from the gash, and she began to choke as her lungs filled with fluid, suffocating helplessly on her own blood. Giena watched as Vanessa twitched; holding her thighs, then stomach, all the while her dark skin faded pale, losing its lovely tan shade. All the while the female bat fought to survive, but failed miserably.
The satyr stamped in victory around the expiring bat, stepping before her once gorgeous face as Vanessa rose her now glazed over eyes, knowing her defeat was very near. With a sadistic grin across her flawless face, Giena rammed her leg into the dying woman’s neck, her sharp hoof tearing her trachea to shreds, nearly decapitating it from her body. Removing her hoof from the muscle and clots it was now soaked in, she laughed aloud.
A shrill, evil laugh as she prodded the dead vampire’s body with the same imbued hoof, the limbs swaying sadly alone as the head did not follow, lifelessly hanging onto her body by only spinal cord. She did so once more, this time leaving it within the cavernous hole of Vanessa’s neck.
“I wish you were alive merely to see the look on your putrid face as your mangled body spills beneath my feet.” The satyr ground her foot in a bit for good measure, in a manner in which one might put out a cigarette. Her shitagi nearly speckless, the satyr returned her sword to its sheath and stepped away from the lifeless corpse, but not before ripping an earring from the bat’s limp ear. Proof she could carry in case anyone else would ever doubt her battle prowess, or challenge her beauty.