K a k u z e n A r c h A n g e l ' s L a s t S t a n d
Moonlight's dark chuckle echoes the forest, a struggle of vast proportions about to start, between life and death. Tilting cobalt eyes to her counterpart, the other player in this dismal scene her lips twitch in the suggestion of a smile. "You know.. I mean to kill you." Resting a dainty hand to hikari's hilt she almost lovingly strokes the silver dragon before her hand slips below to secure the blade in her grasp.
Kakuzen sighs as his footsteps slowly echo throughout the Academy, as if a fragile whisper, that could be broken with a single flicker of fault. Many thoughts race through out his mind. Is he digging is own grave? And if so, was it a good idea? Everything happens for a reason, the question of why this would happen lingers across his mind. His eyes flash from one person to another, as if the passion of a fickle flame took control of his emotions for this very moment. His eyes fixate on Moonlight, the ice blue slowly going into pale silver. Kakuzen slowly slides his fingers around the hilt of Kizoku drawing the blade a fraction of an inch, the sunlight slowly lingering on the blade, the words "Fight to kill - Kill to Protect" slowly illuminating for the final time.
Shantoku's soft ears perked to hear two blades being sweetly drawn from their hilts. She sighed, and with that stood, shoving herself off the wall. Ebon wings propelled her body out, and away from the area, the farthest she could get...Her body flew past Vaelian, making a swift breeze before she had been lost into the forest....no more time, no more wonders.
Moonlight withdraws her blade from it's sheath, the flame long dormant as it reflects the bitter cold below, the pale sunlight travelling a gleam down it's end. Destiny imprinted into her mind, her own inscription dully resonating from the blade as her light aura seems to weave into the words 'Mo meamna caiohain thu' - my spirit protect you. What a travesty, those she had sworn to protect were the one she was meaning to kill.
Kakuzen's eyes linger upon Moonlight's blade still lost in thought, not at all in control of his own actions nor mind-set, far to worried perhaps, maybe not. Maybe it was all an act, highly doubtful. His blank expression leaving an obvious trail of fear in his system. He remains still; silent and forever, in a constant struggle with humanity and him self. "...Make your move.. Sister.."
Moonlight smirks coldly, her eyes taking in the cobalt hue swallowing it. It was for her own sanity's sake, she could not consciously kill her own kin and so had resorted to pushing her psyche into a cold dark tharn state, the state Frosty had woven carefully, to make a killer from something that was light itself. She nods once curtly to him "Goodbye dear brother." She lunges forwards, precise, graceful and a predator her blade singing through the air as if by the mind's will itself, the human eye unable to follow its trail, except for the dull gleam of silver it left in its wake, a traced memory. She rests her blade gently to the inch of exposed blade along his Kanata before she twists violently clipping her blade towards his side, using the velocity and movement of her body to push the blade deeper if it struck him.
Kakuzen sighs. No arrogant smirk tracing his lips, no dark demonic characteristic shining forth through the fury of this fight. The blade sharply landing on Kizoku. Kakuzen's facial features slowly dropping into that of sorrow, despair, agony, as Moonlight was more than a sister but good, perhaps best friend. This was more than a normal spar, more than your every day fight. With as much passion, rage, and flare as any war. He looked down into the blade the glare forcing him to wince slightly, his moral low, no need to live, nor fight, but still something drives him into committing into this heat of battle. Kakuzen slings out the blade forth hopefully knocking away Moonlight's rapier, her attack, still proceeding, yet hopefully not as well executed. Kakuzen takes a step to the side opposite where the blade attempts to scar him and drives Kizoku down, his blade clashing with the rapier forcing them both to rest, tip first on the ground. Kakuzen's views shift from the blades to his Imouto. "Forgive me sister for I have sinned. Is death my only refuge?"
Bubbles risen from the depths of the lake's blackness. Liquid churning with a fury that caused the very waters to moan in its terror, waves quickly billowing against the shores; ethereal winds raking across the earth and rending through bare branches, breaking the smaller portions. Obsidian receded, the waters bursting forth with an unrivalled energy, as if parted before Moses and stood at it's epicentre-- golden hair burned flesh. Covered in a ebony set of robes bare strips of tattered cloth would flicker in his wake-- Hell hath no fury for what burned within his eyes. Limbs spaced out beside him, fingers splayed and their razor nails so bared.. So he walked, tracing up the muddy shore as the lake receded back into its proper surface, a growl unlike any other rending unto the sky, echoed within his chest a thousand times. "Stop this foolishness, if a battle is to muster, will I the damned wreak chaos."
Moonlight pulls back swiftly, her eyes feral, wild, the look of frosted death resting on him. She may be the angel of lust but she could do a rather good imitation of her other brother, the angel of death. Slowly the words rise up her throat; soft, gentle, unassuming even, yet even here there is a sharp cutting tone laced into their extraction. "We all have sinned, but for you, death is a final resting place. You like me are cursed never to find peace within this ethereal plain." Gently tugging hikari's tip from the earth's frigid grasp she once more sets it's gaze upon her oniichan. Slowly her aura flickers, the ribbons of light cascading down the forsaken blade leaving it with a dull silvery hue. Cold eyes turn to Vaelian a nasty hue crossing them. "M'lord you have no idea of what you speak, and with all due respect you will keep out of this affair for it is none of your place to halt a fight between angels, nor family." A disdainful hint crosses her face as she fair glares at the demon. She continues then hoping he has enough intelligence to stay away from the area, less he wishes to be caught up in the ensuing devastation she knows but herself and her brother are capable of. Flicking her wrist deftly she spins hikari up and over Kakuzen's shoulder to his spine to push him forth with the movement of her blade and wrist. The tempered steel trying to bite into his shoulder. Flexing her wrist her sword arcs back as she takes a step back echoing it's movements before it comes to rest before her to skewer into her brother's chest if indeed he does fall forth.
The Demon's senses are on fire with the actions and humiliation, for it was his home and he would not such family affairs upon this ground. ---The air filled with the delicious scent of passion and blood, though he still stands stoically, not a single movement made save for the slight curling of lips, almost imperceptible within the shadows. But a mortal under that cover, his hunger would cry out like a wave of starving souls, taunting him in his dreams. Had he not have any family to call his own, respect drawn over her decision in such recent conflict. He would speak no more.
Kakuzen growls lowly as the words slowly caress his ears. Final resting place? Hah. As she just stated they've all sinned. Just as Him. Me like her? Hah. Is she wants me dead so badly, for little to no reason what so ever, then fine. He'll return the favour. Sister or not, it is his destiny. And her fate to lie at Kakuzen's feet. Kizoku dripping blood upon the massive of gore once known as his imouto. These tempting thoughts race through Kakuzen's mind. Why in the world would she try and harm him? Why would he let her? What has he done to deserve death before her? NO. Nothing in the world could possibly match the amount of hatred he now gains for his once beloved Sister. After all she's done. After all he's done. It will end NOW with her blood staining the grounds forever, as a mark of his victory against life, against jealousy and against his enemies. Kakuzen rips the blade from its unwanted resting place in the earth, the vile blade seeming to sing as it flies through the air clashing against the Rapier. If it was any normal blade, the sheer force would have shattered them both, but as angels, high in the heavens no harm is done to them. The sparks light up the shadows cast by the two figures in eternal battle for life, for vengeance. Honestly why they were fighting was beside the point Kakuzen only cared about him sending the final blow. His silver eyes narrow at Moonlight as the last of the sparks shimmer down to their feet.
Moonlight growls lowly, the cobalt seeming to darken. She had her reasons for wanting him dead, the lack of care he had when presiding over heaven, the worry he'd caused her. It wasn't only him, this fire; this hate of all things had been burning in her for a long time. Just his bad luck that he was the one to push her over the edge and beyond. No more would she support the insubordination and lack of honour amongst her angels. Brother or not he was going to pay for his sins and hers too, the bitterness washed away by blood, either hers or his. It didn't matter; she wanted to die as much as he, but the continual lack of forethought was astounding. Leaning her blade against his the steel grates, screaming almost as a shrill whinny escapes it's depths. Leaning heavily against her blade she encourages him to do likewise, to lure him into a false sense of security almost. Suddenly she jerks back pulling her blade from his to change the shift of weight between the two to again encourage him to lean forwards. This time however she isn't as forgiving as the first time. Instead of lunging for his chest and thick clothing she spins her rapier gently between her fingers, the blade creating a circle almost of light energy, razor and deadly. Closing her eyes for a second she senses for her brother's familiar discharge of energy, honing onto it. Frosted eyes open, dark Prussian depths promising no hope nor light or even redemption anymore before the disc of light her blade has formed rushes forth to greet his vulnerable curved throat, to sever his breathing and to claim her baptism of blood.
Kakuzen Smirks devilishly his mind made up. Her death was the only ending to this battle, however, a moment of worry crosses his mind, and if he is to win he cannot make a single Slip, for doing so would mean his untimely demise. Kakuzen smirks not putting much of his weight downwards on the blade, using more upper body strength, keeping his balance. He recalls the many times in their past, sparring and comparing battle styles, stances, and actions. He continues lingering upon old times, good and bad. He then recalls Masato and the final spar him and his sister shared, a warm up for Kratas. Masato stepping in. Hmm. It's all in the past. This was their last spar, their last flame of war against brother and sister. Kakuzen watches as she slowly curls her foot back signalling the beginning of a counter. He pulls Kizoku away from her, the move it self rather predictable. Kakuzen 's timing, however, making it seem quite unforeseen as the rapier swiftly spins in air a glimmer of white aura in its wake. Foreseeing the problem he quickly takes his solution into action and kneels down, his head now level with Moonlight's waist Kizoku resting on the ground beside him the hilt in his right hand. Then takes his left hand drawing it up, underneath the shimmering display of energy fingertips flashing a crimson shade of red, this flash seeming to engulf the energy that attempted to slaughter him and make it a harmless, yet, blinding, white glows in the air. Not a moment to spare, not an instant allowed to pass, breaking the blinding white light came Kizoku's gleaming blade on it's way to Moonlight's diaphragm. If connection DID take place the blade would trail through her, and sink through the other side of her stomach.
Moonlight murmurs softly, her lips flickering up in a slight yet rare smile, not one forced as it usually is. Her head falls slightly; dark bangs over shadowing her eyes, the cobalt fading beneath them as she almost out of instinct takes another step back. Of course it isn't instinct, it is well driven in reactions, seeming to almost take her body and move it without conscious thought. Another path well woven by cruel but well-meaning hands. Frosty. She owed so much to him, but yet it was he that had turned her into a killing machine, honed her talents, crafted them with his own hands. Setting up the mental blocks that he'd broken by purifying her soul, by dragging her screaming into the light from her pathetic demonic existence. Swiftly hikari sweeps to intercept the other blade, a ting of metal meeting metal resonating around the deathly still forest as the fight goes on. Using her momentum she twists along the outside of the blade her side pressing to her brothers as she glances down a thin river of blood staining into her pure white blouse before she murmurs something in halgen, the words of heaven, distinctly sounding like a curse, though it is soft and whispered by a phantom. Maybe that was what she was, maybe she wasn't real at all, just a figment of thought that had lingered through the ages, slipping in and out of peoples dreams, no... not dreams.. nightmares. For as much good she did she was evil. Pure unadulterated evil. She just hid it well. Under those white wings and angelic looks lay a demon, demonic heated blood ran her veins. She had disgraced her blood family, all demons to wander the corridors of heaven. And for what? To be here now to kill her own brother who took her into his wings? What a dismal existence. Damned if she did damned if she didn't. Either way she glances over to him, watchful eyes peeking from behind those dark silken bangs of hair, burning with a promise of death before she rips Hikari downwards and from his blade, to spin it on it's hilt through degrees to rest it towards his abdomen. In one swift move she plunges it towards herself, or rather the man at her side using it as propulsion to ease herself forwards at the same time. And as it plunged towards him to linger in his internal organs she pulled it back to escape if it hit its mark. Slowly she pivots turning on the balls of her feet, an elegant dance of death as she comes to face him again. "Mmm."
Kakuzen smirks as he watches her dance around the attack her rapier glimmering a lethal glow of death as she makes her way gracefully to his side. Fury, rage, hate and vengeance all swirl around his thoughts, and toy with his emotions showing how truly pathetic he may be. Power, perhaps. But as an angel or human what was he? Nothing, worthless, however, that thought couldn't make way through the thick headedness of his own path that he had chosen. Weakness? No. Nothing along those lines shone through the blackness shrouding his mind as Moonlight slowly remained still at his side he took the time to take a deep breath preparing him self for what he must do. Moonlight's body seemed to twitch, the split second before movement took control of the momentarily peaceful arena, the blade, being knocked off course as it makes its way to its destination. Kakuzen smiles, Kizoku's powerful, emotionless presence becomes known through the moment of silence, Kizoku remaining steadily held after knocking away the rapier. He looks down at his index finger only to discover his one flaw his sister's blade must have ricochet off of Kizoku and made connection with his finger as the blood slowly drips down from his hand and engulfs the writing on Kizoku, the once shimmering message written on Kakuzen's blade now stained with blood. The Neon red slowly making it's way in a determined path, then filling the indentation of the words, "Fight to Kill - Kill to Protect." His old motto. What did it mean then, and how could it possibly mean anything to him now, after all his sin, all his wrong doings, all the unnecessary bloodshed from Kizoku alone? As the blood filled in the chasms that spell out his former motto, it scars his memory. Kakuzen suddenly realizes all his wrong doings, all he's ever done all leading into the sin of life, killing the leader of angels and his sister was his new goal. Blasphemy, murder, and distrust, straying away from his family was one thing, leaving his old morals another. Blasphemy against his best wishes. All these thoughts of what he's done wrong swoops upon him in one, harsh second, both meaningful and meaningless at the same time. Kakuzen's questions still remains, whether she has a reason of killing him or not. Kakuzen deserves to know. But wait, his own sister and him? No, no forgiveness, no mercy. What mercy would she leave to him, as these defiant thoughts race coldy through his mind darkness shadows him once more. A single smirk shone around his lips. One way to end it all, one path that would lead to TRUE righteousness, one path that will settle it all. Kakuzen's smirk was far more deadly, arrogant and vengeful than any other he may have shot her way in the past. This smirk was especially full of what he called wisdom. Kakuzen quickly motions his head to Moonlight these soft words being mumbled under his breath "..Now you Die." Kakuzen thrusts his blade high into the air. An impressive display of power lingering into the match as the blade is illuminated. Kakuzen's blade slowly leaks the blood that was implanted into the chasm, the blood falling upon his hair. A brilliant flash of light engulfing him. A Loud Shriek of pain, followed by an evil cackle, fills the air, as the blinding light seems to be swept away from him. He smiles now in his new body, his rightful body, his almighty power only known as Seraphim.
Moonlight's eyes flicker to him, startled for a second, he had reached his pinnacle, she had nothing to do now but leap up after him the pathways of power and trail him much as she ever did, into the light. She could no longer remain as she was, that would be an ignorant and foolish decision to make, after all it would be as uneven as a mortal felling an angel or some such thing. And so a struggle of titan must take place. To desecrate what family ties had worked hard to bind together without the need for blood. But there would be blood now it was unavoidable. Fate had chosen this path and as one that fate frowned upon she had no choice but to follow the road it pointed her down. She'd already put its noose around her throat; she wasn't about to jump to throttle herself needlessly. Yet those words, those words chilled her, to the very core. A swift glance told her all she needed to know. He indeed would kill her if she presented him the chance. Echoing back words formed in her throat, dispelling without her own decision seeming innocent, small and frightened for a moment, her unobtrusive form cowering below her brother. "But I don't want to die.." Those words had been spoken before by here, but not here, and not now, not in this flurry of emotion and steel, but elsewhere. Somewhere she had felt safe to show her frailties and shortcomings. Her mind trails back to this place, the reason she wished to stay within this plain, the reason she wanted to live, her beloved... With this thought the world seems to spin a few of her mental block crumbling as a tiny shudder works down her frame, the past, the future, why was she doing this, and in her mind she didn't know. Pain, utter pain constricted around her heart, as though the razor wire had carefully ensnared it was being pulled tighter to cut into the soft flesh. And then she knew, she was here because she didn't want to die. Her head falls, resting between her collarbones, as she seems to float. Hikari plunges into the floor below and intoxicating swirl of energy surrounding her, her aura gone mad, ribbons of light traversing the blade and her form. Slowly the light rests to her spine, the glowing bright and indifferent as it form a pair of wings, below her unfurling ivory silk feathers. The pair one translucent the other not ruffle comfortably between each other in a dance for supremacy before a low moan cuts the feathers as seemingly her spine tears open a third pair of wings emerging. Dark, inexorably dark, the plume dark enough to have a raven weep with envy, and yet the blood becomes stained, stained with blood. Unfurling the dark wings a plethora of liquid releases, sluicing over the trees and snow near by, marring it with the colour of her life, her blood as it weeps from her slick feathers, droplets of pain before her spine closes in on itself. She had attained her full stature as the leader of heaven, a seraphim. Moonlight's eyes rise to him, cold, merciless, even in this form her emotions are dulled, the cold contract killer of heaven had its prey and it would not allow such darkness to reign upon such a place. Her voice seeming dual cuts out over the snow, a darkened hint criss crossing with her normally soft and barely audible voice, "No it is you who will die." Eyes unblinking her rests her hand on hikari's hilt, the eyes of the dragon glowing maliciously in the half cast light of the forest, harm to be inflicted upon it's mistresses own kin. An uprising surge of pure energy sucks through the trees, the whispering of beleaguered souls pulls from their mortal twine echo around the cavity as a ring of light seems to form around her. No expression crosses her face, set in alabaster almost before the ring detonates a surge of light energy exploding into the trees, a few being knocked asunder, the dead, the wounded all alike killed by this holy expellation, only the living and the pure allow to remain within this mortal timeline. As for Kakuzen, the wave tears towards him, ripping up the snow and earth with the sheer ferocity, as she watches unmoved awaiting his demise.
Kakuzen's emotionless self remains suspended in thin air his face now half blocked from vision with a steel mask, the eye hidden under it, shone a dark deadly glimmer of black. Kizoku, resting at his side, remains his only hope in this long, cursed battle between kin, the long gleaming blade seeming to taunt the leader of angels. Fear never reared its head although deep inside he knew this would be the final battle. Kakuzen prayed to his only god, himself, that he would be victorious although the battle had really only begun. Death seemed to linger in the air to such a point where he could taste it. As he looses him self in rapid thoughts he reminds him self at the true task at hand. Anything else had to be second place; he didn't want to fall to Hikari's power. He looked up at his imouto watching as she takes her rightful place, at his side, equal in power, equal in strategy, and all in-between. Possibly, no, defiantly the most powerful beings in the world intertwining souls, and tempting fate, in an arena. Legendary, this battle would HAVE to be legendary, one day told as a myth, forever, recorded as a tragedy. Kakuzen slowly readies him self as he feels a sudden surge of sheer power rip through the air. He knew the sheer power of this devastating wave was simply the calm before the true storm. He smirked as he noticed the head to one of the statues slowly shrivel away, the rock literally being torn from it then shattering against the brick wall of the academy. All six of Kakuzen's new found wings twitch as the wave pass through them, seeming to only have the simply effect of a cold breeze. His wings then begin to twitch, all his wings then resembling that of visible whispers in the cold afternoon air whisking around gently as he prepares a counter. Suddenly, the true wave of destruction shines forth from his opponent rocks crumbling, trees degenerating into nothingness as the aggressive attack rolls harshly towards him. Kakuzen lifts the blade of Kizoku slowly closing his eyes, the wave of power thundering towards him until it reaches a fraction of an inch to Kizoku's tip. The wave suddenly stopping and trembling to the force of Kizoku, a soft groan emitting from Kakuzen as he allows most of his force to go into this counter. A large scream, half of pain, half of relief fills the air, Kizoku no longer glimmering steel, but reflecting a dead glow. His blade trembles once more, then dares to send out a large, precise and powerful beam the vile earth rising up from underneath the beam, and disappearing in its wake. The beam combines with Moonlight's attack, levelling the space between the two seraphim, hopefully knocking Moonlight out of concentrating for a second, which would be long enough to come up with some sort of ending move. Calming down from the attack, now feeling slightly tired and slightly in pain through the occurrences he listens behind him. His beam was large enough to protect most of the academy but the two walls on the fall end now demolished. Kakuzen lets out a soft chuckle imaging the damage the wave would have done to the school and what the school will look like after the battle.
Moonlight glances up abject horror on her face, the self same pulse of energy that had felled her ani so many times before had failed to even dint her oniichan, she should have seen it coming, she really should. Something flickers over her eyes, having once seemed so cold, so in control she seems... scared. Soft pants lace the air, misted life rising before her in little clouds, as she looks through them at the levelled corpse in the forest of their creation. She nods her head once "Well done." She seems perturbed, unsure what to do next as her wings waft around her, singularly brushing the air creating a small gale, pushing the wilted grass exposed by the snow's removal to sway gently to and fro. Lifting up from the floor with a cautious beat of all six her eyes cut up to the sky, she had no intention to destroy the academy and thus was taking this into the clouds, to frolic amongst the clouds where the mortals she had sworn to protect would not have to bear witness to the demise of one of heaven's highest angels. Stealthily she pulls hikari forth sectioning her face either side of the blade, which hold symmetry of her form. Quietly almost she leans down to see if she will be followed up by her brother. She straights hikari, the eyes seeming to have lost their malevolent gleam but still they watch Kakuzen. Cautiously her aura flickers out, seeming jaded almost as it swirls around her blade enduing light once more into the steel, making it almost resonate light. Seemingly out of manoeuvres she hovers, neither her nor there, a disturbance of the energy fields signalling an arrival, one both welcome and dreaded all at once. Another of the Evidevel's presence becoming known to her. Tilting hikari, she seems engulfed by light, the whispers of heavenly souls seeming to collect in the silence of the massacre of the forest, sadness and pain tinged unmovable into the land. Tears that would never fall seeming to crystallise as if from nowhere. She turns her head "I am so sorry.. Please.. Forgive me... please.." Hikari's blade seems to scream in terror as the full energy of light is pushed through the steel, as she pushes all that she gathered into it, the sound ricocheting around the area as time seems to stop. An ethereal noise pierces the air, seeming from her very chasms, the sound of death inviting its mate to dance, enough to freeze mortal hearts dead. A snap creaks from the blade a pure arrow of holy energy exploding forth to drive into his heart and end this.
Hakujou plummets into the plain just outside the academy in a blur of ebony and then a rather large explosion of energy that tears outward, upturning the land about him and leaving the angel of death within a shallow but very widespread crater. As he rose, his eyes narrowed slightly upon the academy, the burning flames within the irises reduced to mere embers before his wings unfurled, and with a single snap sent him from the crater, into the air, and landing at the edge of the ruined earth with little more than a whisper of sound.
Kakuzen watches as his fellow angel, his close in kin, the one who both made and broke him fly up into her rightful standpoint above him. His emotions slowly steadying, no longer about victory nor vengeance, all those seemed foolish now. Living was Futile. Fighting was useless. But giving up, was impossible. As Moonlight stances in the air he remains still. A soft whisper of damnation towards himself and his acts passes Kakuzen's lips, his eyes grow tender, a hint of confusion sweeping them. Why would he try so hard to do this? Was it his fault? Of course it was. Moonlight had a reason for doing this, whether it be his sins, or the angels sins, Kakuzen always knew he was made to be a sacrifice. As Jesus was on Earth, he is in the heavens. Comparing him self to Jesus could have been called arrogant. But if not? what was he here for? JUST to be sacrifice? Kakuzen only tormented him self. He was the only one to blame for his wrong doings, whether he was driven to commit to EACH and every one of the seven deadly sins was beside the point, death, it seemed was only part of refuge, but being reborn again, getting a second chance, was his fate. As Kakuzen tilted his head up to meet his sister's vision he watched the holy arrow slowly gain it's energy. Listening to his sisters beg for for forgiveness he bowed his head whispering to himself, "Forgiveness... Yes... I shall forgive you... if you forgive me.." He was interrupted by the arrow's divine song as it darted through the air. He lifted his head to watch as his fate sealed him in, the flying projectile making it's way into Kakuzen's diaphragm, sinking slowly into him then sharply slicing through his spine, making it's way through his body. No Blood. No pain. Kakuzen's first wing slowly becomes motionless the repetitive twitching slowly coming to an end followed by the other six Wings and one hope, his blade. Ironic, seven, just as the deadly sins he had committed. The blade found it's way down into the ground, the tip implanting it self deep into the earth below, Kakuzen's dead body then finds it's way next to it. "Finally.. Refuge.."
Moonlight pauses slowly in the air confused; he'd just seemed to fall with no fight left in him. The razor around her heart tightens slowly little by little cutting it to shreds. "How can I forgive when I can't even forgive myself dear brother.. but I do.. and I try.." She looks down cold eyes observing him before the cobalt rushes out to be greeted by blue green, her wings disappearing. The mental blocks had failed. Falling from the lofty vantage point and ploughing into the ground a crater being formed in the dull earth. And so she lays, still, unmoving, eyes turned upwards, glassy horror endued into the orbs, seeming totally unaware. Dead on the inside though her sides still rise and fall mechanically as she shuts down, the mechanisms keeping their precious test subject alive, just. But how could she ever live with what she has just done?