She raised her right hand up high. She brought her thumb and her middle finger together. Aaaand….
She raised her pointer finger.
"Ya know 'why not'?" she asked, flashing a wink.
Amara's eyes widened. They sharped, her fangs laid bare.
"Bet," she called, readying her ruler.
In a flash, Amara SMASHED her blade down on Lyn. Lyn pulled out her ruler and using two hands, she blocked the strike.
Amara's eyes were small and narrowed, her teeth grit. Lyn smirked, though her legs were struggling to hold up. Sparks came off their blades as they clashed.
"Come on, weren't ya lookin' forward to takin' me on Patridiot,"
"Shut up!"
Armina came at Lyn from the right. Lyn slipped away to the left, receiving only a light cut across her nose.
One of the hands from the Torso came right at her, scraping against the ground. She hopped onto it and dashed up. Armina shot to the other arm.
"Ya won't get away!" Amara yelled.
The metal bits of her sword broke off and turned into six tiny drones. They attempted to swarm Lyn, shooting silver beams at her. She darted around, dodging the shots and shooting the drones to stun them.
She slid, avoiding multiple silver strikes from Armina. She snapped her fingers to reload.
Eyes sharpened, Amara extended the silver energy part of her energy blade like a wip, striking at Lyn's feet.
Lyn hopped over it. At the same time, Armina was coming in for multiple direct strikes, and the drones were ready to fire. The torso was going to move its arm out from under Lyn too.
All according to her calculations.
Her wire was casually wrapped around the arm. When it moved and she fell, she was pulled out of her circumstance.
Her opponents rushed to strike at her as she swung. They got a few strikes in, but she was too rapid to get a clean hit on.
She SWUNG upwards towards the closed entrance. Amara summoned her drones back to her. She raised her sword and FIRED a massive silver beam. At the same time, Armina, made a swarm of cuts at her.
"Dontcha ya both know how to have fun!?" Lyn asked, pushing off the roof like an olympic swimmer.
Cracks were left on the grey.
She spun through the air, avoiding the big beam and most of the cuts. She fired upon Amara. Amara shifted her sword to act like a shield. Lyn landed on the ground and using her boots, KICKED the shield out of the way!
"Ya got a long way before ya can play proper Patridiot!" she remarked.
Amara's amulet was open to strike. Lyn jabbed.
Armina grabbed at her ruler with her wire. Lyn predicted this, twisting her ruler around and slipping free. She jabbed the amulet.
Her blade bounced off.
The hand of the torso SLLAMMED into her. She was sent flying, and crashing into one of the walls. {light reference to Castlevania season 4 ep 9}
She slumped down to the ground, but they didn't give her a second to rest. Amara hit her with a GIANT wave of silver. Lyn jumped over it, but Armina came in.
She rapidly struck at Lyn, scratching the walls behind her and keeping close. Lyn darted back and forth, avoiding the strikes.
"Come on Patridiot, ya ain't gonna earn respect this way. 'Re ya even tryin'?!"
Amara grit her teeth. Silver mist formed around her feet.
[Taipan was breaking into the outside of the dome. The cracks created from their battle were making more possible entrance points.
"Times runnin' thin 'Mara. Do what ya need to do,"].
She snapped her fingers. The Torso was ready to SMASH both Lyn *aaaand* Armina!
Lyn elbowed Armina, taking a cut and getting her out of the way. She backstepped, dodging the strike. Dust came off the cracked ground.
The hand of the torso came off. Lyn prepared to smirk, and that just made Amara light aflame with rage.
Amara fllippped around her sword. She got on it like a board. She fired the beams from it and like a rocket SPPPEEEED right at Lyn.
She ssspunn the blade around and SMASHED the dulled part into her. They both crash into the wall from the force of that strike. Their blades were separated from them.
Amara got to her knees, sweat dripping down her face.
"If yer tired from that already, then ya ain't ready fur this, lass," she stated, giving her an uppercut to the chin.
Amara was pushed to stand. She tried to headbutt her. Lyn elbowed said head.
"Ya attacked yer sis! Is that the kind of person ya wanna be?!
"THIS IS A DREAM!" she argued back, punching her in the stomach.
"Ahn I daydream of grassy fields ahn me own sibling!" she argued, kneeing her in the elbow with a ssnap!
Parts of Amara's armour cracked.
She switched up that knee into a kick and making more cracks, "Ahn I have daymares of beatins', of torture, of Taipan, of the people I've taken!"
She whaled on her with rapid jabs, "So is this a good dream'r'nightmare fur ya, eh Amara,"
Amara tackled Lyn to the ground and whaled on her like a child, "I! AM! NOT! A! DREAM! AND ARMINA'S NOT REAAAL!!!"
Amara summoned a MASSIVE, crystular spear and impaled her.
She stepped back. Her armour had been destroyed, leaving a metal leotard like what a ballerina might wear. Bolts of silver lightning radiated off of her skin, and her hands had great, silver nails, almost like claws. She breathed in and out.
"This is over, Lyn,"
End of Scene II...…