ENTER THE DEPTHS
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Unadulterated rage and anger. Pure vexation, the desire to destroy. It was something that this woman.. this -thing- was currently feeling. Nemesis was starting to lose herself to the point that she wasn't Nemesis anymore, as that was how her releases worked. She became more and more like a monster, rather than the woman she once was, and controlling it was difficult, it was extremely hard. It was something that at times took over, that would control her regardless of what she desires, though something seemed to be changing, both for better and for worse.
The words that Mirja said accomplished two things, calming her down at first, and then making her feel challenged, making her feel as if she were taunted. Her mind was deteriorating to the point that she took it as 'you're not strong enough to beat me'... and even to a fair amount of people who were fully sane, that was a frustrating thing to hear. It made the anger held deeply within Nemesis' heart flare outwards, translucent flames erupting forth similar to that of an aura, shining brighter and brighter around the beast as Mirja began to go into a release.
It was something that Nemesis didn't understand, or more properly, couldn't understand. Maybe if she weren't so caught in the moment, she could take a smarter approach than this, but right now? She was only outraged. She felt the powerful explosion of spiritual pressure, but didn't seem to falter, she didn't react as nature did, she only grew angrier, blades whirling out in defiance as they went to collid-
Each one shattered and broke, and it made Nemesis howl out in rage. Her heart was boiling with anger, and due to Mirja accessing one of her strongest forms, she might be able to sense a bit more about Nemesis, to understand just -what- she was doing. The source of power she was drawing from was obviously anger, and it kept building and building within, and over time, it would keep getting stronger and stronger. It overtook and mind and made her believe that she should keep fighting, that if she got angry enough, she could break through. Whether or not this was true was another story, but another factor played into why the blades just weakened to the point of shattering, rather than bouncing off. Mirja wasn't angry. She wasn't enthralled by the idea of fighting until both were maimed and needed dire medical attention. Mirja wasn't willing to keep poking, to see just how much more rage Nemesis' body could hold. She didn't want to fight anymore.
There was nothing more for the beast within Nemesis to draw from, and luckily for Mirja, she had caught her at a perfect moment. The Wolf God had caught Nemesis between accessing her next release, from losing only some of her mind to all of it. The gentle hug, the soothing grasp was -just- enough to call out to the rational mind still hidden within the berzerker, giving her just enough control to end it right then and there. All the frustration, the powerful bursts of energy, the shattered pieces of the blade.. it all disappeared, only revealing a tired, battered, and bruised Nemesis. Golden hair matted down to her form, sweat dripping off of her body as she didn't move. She didn't say a word, she simply remained still. Her mind was filled with a large assortment of thoughts and emotions.
A few things were solid facts in her mind. One was that it didn't -matter- if she was being taunted, if Mirja truly meant what she said. So -what- if she couldn't 'handle' more? If Nemesis really wanted to contest that, she'd have to throw away everything, and it just wasn't worth it. She had no -reason- too try and be the strongest. She let her pride and feelings get in the way of her thoughts, of her reasoning, and it almost cost her far more than just a few wounds. It may have cost her the ability to ever revert back to normal. The second thing was that.. Mirja was odd. She didn't care of the energy or the Godly energy she gave off, Nemesis was used to that. It was just the actions she took.. from wanting to make her a pet, to fighting her teasingly, to giving it all up and risking herself, to risking the fact that she could have pushed Nemesis to her next release and have them continue to fight. It was odd-
If the Wolf took a single glance into Nemesis' eyes, it would become clear why she got so defensive, why she reacted the way she did. There was a hint of fear in her eyes, not of Mirja herself, but of what was happening to her. The fear of being a pet to someone else again, the fear of being so self-absorbed that she'll risk her entire livelihood just to try and prove a point, that win or lose, meant -nothing- in the long run. She was afraid of becoming that -thing- that came out only once in her life.
Not a single word was uttered, all that was present was a scared, emotional demon that couldn't stay straight faced. She couldn't keep that iron will currently. This was... was one of the first times anyone hugged her with the intent to protect. The intent to ensure she was okay, not to try and trick her into being comfortable, not to hug her as if she were a doll to be played with. Just a hug. Nothing more, nothing less.