Board Thread:World Map/@comment-27079171-20161118052258/@comment-30269418-20161119020800

She wasted no time. She made a handsign and blood burst from her arms; it swirled around her in an upwards spiral. He was looking for a strategy, but she already had hers. She took a deep breath. This would be a gamble; she'd be controlling her chakra a lot more today than ever before. She could not lose.

Besides the movement of her hands and the blood, she had not moved at all. What she was going to attempt was dangerous; black blood was not meant to be reproduced past the 10% that the body could handle. As she moved it to her heart, her hands began to shake. Her heart managed a slow, drawn-out beat. Time seemed to slow down for a moment for her as she slowed herself; her breaths were deep, calculated. All Shinra was doing was giving her more time to reproduce blood; 11%. 12%. 14%. She could feel her body straining, crying. Black blood was as thick as sludge. Finally, 15%.

After she was finished, she'd withdraw a lot of black blood from her tear ducts, a little more than usual. Enough to not only be noticeable and different from the purple; it floated as its own cloud. This blood would be faster, stronger. It would be her defense from attacks she knew she couldn't handle. There was enough to make a small platform for her feet.

She'd glance up at where Satoshi was, and she'd give him a small smile. He'd be pissed off if he knew that she'd held back, that she hadn't even hit him with all she had. She'd stretch her limits in this battle.

Her eyes snapped back to Shinra. There was a clear want for battle in her eyes, and yet, she refused to move. In the end, this battle would have a winner.

The loser would move first.

And the longer Shinra waited, the more blood Rena produced. Even now, it was pumping out of her system, thickening her current stream.