Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-5999656-20170610013218

Zanipher flinched involuntarily at Diaboli's touch, still locked in the tension of a high-velocity battle, but gave no other response as he walked past her and engaged in battle with Gren. Now that she finally had a moment to catch her breath, she noticed a few things.

Firstly, the strange blackish veins creeping up Gren's neck and bare arms. It was undoubtedly the dramatic evidence of the Huntsman's exposure to underground drugs. Darkening, Diaboli called it. Zan felt a shiver run down her spine at the marks; they reminded her of some of the particularly eldritch Grimm dwelling in the furthermost hinters of Remnant. Secondly, Diaboli's fighting style. While she'd caught a glimpse of it when they'd taken down the two students, here they were faced with a formidable opponent whose skills warranted a full display in kind. Diaboli's moves lacked the extra flourish and flair which combat academies nowadays seemed to drill into their students. Not that this was a hindrance in any way, as Diaboli was definitely matching Gren move for move, just as she had.

Zanipher rose from her stooped position and swallowed the last of the blood with a grimace. She circled around the duo, and when Diaboli was blindsided Zan took that as an opportunity to leap forth once again, electricity arcing down the blade of her guandao as she swept past Gren, driving a solid cut into the back of his head. Gren whirled around with a grunt to face her, beads of sweat glistening on his temples. Zanipher, facing him, merely extended an arm with her fingers outstretched as she twirled her polearm behind her with the other. She formed a fist, and from it issued a small translucent red swirl. Gren stepped forward menacingly only to stumble, and he seemed confused by his loss of strength, not realizing that the very oxygen was being sucked away from his position.

Slowly, Zan's face turned to Diaboli, and though the mask obscured any facial movements she might have made, the nod of assent was clear as day.

You can take it from here.

To be fair, she was itching to do some unsportsmanly gloating as well. But since this was clearly a personal quarrel, she decided it was only fair that she remain the observer until all that needed to be said was said. And then perhaps she could let loose a little bit of self-indulgent dickery as well. Zan couldn't help but smile a little at the thought.