Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend Remix - Word Count: ???
Pain, an overwhelmingly large amount of pain began to build up within her body. What... What just -happened-? Her attack had connected, but connected with -what-?! The once regular sized mouth soon expanded greatly, growing and growing in size before chomping right on down upon her being. Rows of teeth began to tear through bronze flesh, diving through muscles and even her bones as a large chunk was taken right out of her. Surprisingly enough... He want with the blow, allowing himself to be pushed back rather than contest, body being knocked back as flesh was pulled upon. One thing did at least assist her... Reflexes, the one part of her being that had always helped her avoid being utterly and entirely decimated. At the first instance of White-Eye's teeth chomping down, her entire body recoiled as best as it could, feet slamming against the ground as her body attempted to swerve, leading to a much less vital portion of her shoulder being caught.
Though it didn't leave her without a grevious wound. As the boy was sent flying back, a nice portion of her arm was taken off, though not the entire limb. Most of her shoulder was gone, along with most of the bone that connected the limb to her torso, blood splattering in almost all directions as even a fairly sized chunk of her arm was taken away, leaving most of the remaining bone above her elbow showing. It was... Horrifically painful, a howl filled with torment and sorrow filled the air as she was forced to step back, free hand reaching over to grasp upon the bleeding wound... She could -feel- the teeth marks within her bones. It made her sick. She at least didn't drop down... But now? She wasn't going to continue on, she -couldn't-. She... She needed her limbs and the only thing keeping her going was adrenaline and pure willpower... All of which was dwindling further and further, her boosts starting to fade except for one thing.
The Juin... It seemed to almost get stronger, violently lashing out to keep it's host alive. She could feel it's own corruption begin to spread through her form... It far surpassed any type of corruption White-Eyes could ever hope to achieve. It was the corruption of a masked fiend, a being that wore a mask over his emotions so that no one could tell his true intentions. It was corruption from Kamui, one that would kill Elysia at this rate if she let it keep going. Pain already began to well up within her, FAR surpassing the pain of losing a part of her shoulder. It would be odd to know how this could be worse, but the reason for that would only be known to those who have had a Juin begin to dig into them. The corruption that spewed forth from the being of ki was trying to dig itself into her soul.. Her spirit, to claim it in order to further 'protect' her.
Screams only began to echo outwards as the sprawling tattoos along her body began to shift... Almost rippling with every movement down the patterns. It hurt, it hurt it hurt it hurt. She could -feel- it. Energies starting to seep into her being, past the now dormant Chaos energy within her and even past her own flaring power. It was... It was sinister in nature, it was never there to help, but to hurt. There to survive, not to live. It wanted to take over, to erupt forth, to show that it was the one meant to live, not Elysia. She couldn't have this, she couldn't even stay any longer. She needed to leave, she needed to run, she needed to just be -gone-. Her eyes began to grow wide, whites soon being laced with bright red veins as they had become bloodshot.
It took every last bit of energy she had left over to rather run... She had to accept defeat, she had to escape with her life. She carried with her something very important and vital, hope. She didn't need to get rid of this threat now, for he both harmed good and bad... It was something that she couldn't even hope to remove at this time. Her focus wasn't on the boy anymore, or the weapon he attempted to send forth. As the whirling blade of death began to near her, the woman was already gone in a flash of light. And another, and another.
She wasn't giving herself any time to even look where she was going, only heading in the direction of help, of Vanguard forces, of a base far away enough from here that she could recover. Every last ounce of her energy was being used to keep teleporting, to not let up, to remain in movement so she couldn't get caught out. In a split second, she was already gone from the area, the only thing left to remind anyone that she was on this battlefield was a mix of scorch marks from her reiatsu... And her blood, splattered upon the ground. She had left, using the only thing she ever really had in a fight asides from her will. Her speed.
The decision would weigh heavily on her for the future, and she may even hate herself for running... But even if she did win against White-Eyes, what of the Juin?