Board Thread:World Map/@comment-27079171-20161118052258/@comment-30269418-20161118211457

Listen & Read

Okami's name. Enough to set her off the edge. He had won here? He had gained the strength that he'd pummeled her with relentlessly here? Anyone would be able to recognize the look in Rena's eyes; a want to prove. No, a need to. To lose here was to chalk up another loss against Okami and she couldn't take that. Even if she suffered the loss of a limb she'd find another way to fight. Because with this, it would be a stepping stone to defeating the man she so loathed.

A flower, they called her. If so, let her bloom and become a flower that has the stench of blood. This flower would destroy anyone that got in her way; she knew her drive and she held onto it, using it to control the rage inside of her. There were emotions that had awoken in her, ones she couldn't quite describe. She felt excited. She felt happy. This would be her hardest fight yet.

They were playing for keeps.

Cracking her knuckles, she stepped forwards, and not even realizing it, she was grinning like a fool. Her heart hammered in her chest to the beat of an invisible rhythm.

The rhythm of her blood. It was speaking to her, becoming one with her thoughts. It understood its purpose, and she, understood her own. Her eyes flicked up to the stands. No doubt Okami was there. She felt strange; her blood was searing hot. It was almost at boiling point. This... this was excitement. Her heart was pumping, creating more and more blood without her even asking it to.

This is the day that she became a wolf, and made Okami eat his words. No matter what, she had to win. Her rage, her blood, and her excitement all boiled up to one point; the point of no return.

And the death that the announcer mentioned? She had no fear of it. If she were to die here then she would be dying fighting for what she desired, for what she... believed in. She would die peacefully, but not without one hell of a fight.

Her will was strong, burning bright. It was so bright that you could even see it in the form of purple chakra exhuding from her skin like fumes. She was swallowed by it; the passion of the fight.

She had the strength to do this. Now it was time to fight.

"Shinra," She said, staring at him directly in the eyes, "I will not lose. I have reason in doing this. Reason beyond my reasoning for anything else. And yet, I ask you to meet my will. Don't make this easy for me! I can't bear holding back! If I can't beat you, I'll never be able to settle the score with Okami." She spat his name. This was the most emotion she had ever shown; she couldn't help herself. And still, the reaches of that purple aura of chakra reached ever higher.

She'd let him take the first move, as a courtesy. The bamboo staff she had gotten from Mt. Myoboku weighed heavily as it was strapped to her back, but her purple hair flowed in the wind. Her eyes held a meaning beyond words.