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In Which The Overlord Compromises A Previously-Held Stance

He'd said he hated it. That was still true.

He'd said it'd be nothing like the real thing. That was still true.

He'd said he'd never do it. And that... was where he had to change his mind.

Months stuck as a book (and that one time, a big robot for the party) had taken their toll. He'd ignored it, he'd dealt with it, he'd shrugged it off like it was no big deal. And really, it wasn't. He still had his mana power, and that was really what mattered. Getting everything else back was just a matter of patience and kicking ass.

But damn it, he really freaking missed arms!

So today the sensorium held not a book in the arms of a vapidly cheerful minion, but a tall demon with literal fire for hair and swirling mana around his legs, examining his hands as he slowly flexed them.

"Hmph. Not as good as the original... but, better than I had hoped," he said out loud.

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She looked flustered as her face reddened more, "I can be a lot more flexible!" She retorted, trying to sound confident as she intertwined her legs with his and tried dropping him to a prone position, this action however produced a 'ripping' sound as the force of the movement was beginning to strain the cloth.

He allowed himself to go down -- but on the way, he reached out to grab Ronnae's shoulder and pull her down on top of him, grinning wickedly up at her from beneath her. "You're not on your game. Blushing a little. You enjoying this a bit more than you should, maybe?"

She looked startled for a moment before noticing her position, her face quickly reddened as she stumbled back trying to move away from Zetta. "S-stop playin' around Zetta!" She growled, glaring at him.

"Playing around?" He shot back to his feet, still grinning. "I'm moving as well as I can in this body... you're the one nearly tripping?"

He spread his arms, advancing slowly and purposefully on her. The grin on his face promised such naughty things when he reached her.

Ronnae gritted her teeth, standing up and getting in a defensive position. "I'm not tripping!"

She clenched her teeth hard as she let the rage build up starting to become visible in the reddish aura around her body and eyes. She grinned as she disappeared in a flash, charging the Overlord with a heavy upper body blow and attempting to flurry her way through.

"That's better!" he said with a grin and a grunt as he took a few blows to the chest, stepping back. "Cleaner movements, smoother follow-through. Nice bounce, too!"

Another flurry of blows was all the response she gave, dodging in and out in a fluid motion looking for openings and weak points in a hasty dance that was much her style of fighting. Her eyes were more focused and the hesitation was all but gone, a wide grin on her face as the reddish aura only grew.

"You're a fighter, Ronnae," Zetta said, catching one punch, deflecting another with his forearm. Driving her to try harder. "You're not gonna back down in front of an opponent, are you?"

She drove a hard kick into the ground as she missed, yet the aftershock would make it harder for her opponents to move, unless they weren't grounded of course. She followed with a heavy combination, both fast and damn precise for the speed she was going at the moment. It also seemed the longer the fight continued the more she seemed to intensify as her hits landed much harder than at the beginning and her speed had increased considerably.

"I don't back down from anyone!" - she said as her growl was louder, and to someone like Zetta who could see increases in power, he could tell she had just done so.

Interesting. So it took her a bit to get worked up.

He sidestepped much quicker than anyone ought to, dodging out of the way of those attacks with a blur. "Then fight! Not just with your weapons or your fists. Fight with your being!"

She wasn't holding back anymore, and it was clear by the heavy air surrounding the girl. Her attacks were becoming fast, precise and fluent, all of them carried a heavy power behind each, each failed swing only leaving the area hot with the telltale signs of devastating potential.

She wasn't only swinging, in fact she was using everything that encompassed her fighting style. The fluent, unrelenting flurry of attacks that made her a sight in any battlefield. The deadly aura only flaring up occasionally as she attempted a very powerful technique every now and then, leaving the area, whether the hit landed or not, in heavy disarray and dangerously tense.

Zetta was holding back by not attacking. He blocked some strikes, dodged others, and let others get through. He had defense and hit points to spare, after all. But he wasn't done lecturing.

"Fighting's just not on the battlefiend, Ronnae," he said. "People who laugh at you, or put you down, or try to crush your spirit are picking a fight just like the guy coming after you with a broadsword and a bat attitude. So you fight back! You don't let their words cut you any more than you'd let a sword past your guard! You don't let them hurt you! You are who you are! Be proud of it!!"

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The words sent a sudden dip in her power, to which Zetta could take notice of. She gritted her teeth trying to get back into the combat drive, moving against her target again with another sudden rush of strength.

"It's not that simple Zetta!" She said after a hard slam that shook the ground. "I don't like being this way! I don't! It's not like I haven't tried to change!" Her last words coming out choked as her strength began to dwindle fast. It would seem her thoughts were not getting the best of her. Still she wasn't going to back down, continuing the assault.

He shot one hand forward to grab her by the throat, the grin on his face manic and wild.

"You make it that simple. It's a fight. So fight.

"Didn't you promise me a challenge?"

She gripped at his hand, wincing as she struggled trying to pull back. Her thoughts were dragging her down fast, as her will to fight kept dwindling. She glared at him, even looking a bit defenseless but defiant.

"Stop it," he said, looking along his arm at her. "Whatever you're thinking, stop it.

"This is a fight. So fight. Because you can do that."

Glaring at Zetta she tried putting her foot up against his chest to try and pry herself out of his grip, while trying to loosen it with her hands.

Oh no. It won't be that easy.

"Hey, a moment ago you were in the zone. You want out, you gotta kick me like you mean it."

He kicked him repeatedly in frustration, she wanted to be let go... But it seemed he wouldn't let her go easily. She focused for a moment during her futile assault and gathered enough energy to let forth a battle shout and strengthen her next attack, aiming high for additional damage and possibly a stun.

"That's better!" he said, letting her go as he half-flew, half-jumped backwards. "See, you CAN do it!"

She frowned, tumbling and immediately snapping back up into position. "It's not that simple at times Zetta... But I have been working on bettering that." She admitted a bit annoyed.

"It is simple," he said, gesturing with one hand. A purple column of fire poured from the sky directly above her, roaring down with infernal fury. "You just make it complicated! You forget who you are!"

Rolling out of the way and charging him immediately afterwards starting to pick up the pace again, pouring everything into the next flurry of attacks as she focused on the battle instead.

The Overlord went sliding back from the force of the blows, feet digging furrows in the sand as he came to a halt.

"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! Now you're back in the game!"

She continued her relentless assault, focusing on the Overlord. She was a warrior and a damn good one. She'd prove it one way or another, even if this was practice of sorts.

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