The Twink Hunter Begins (Santa/Calypso)

Santa blinked for a moment at that and nodded. "Of course it is! I mean I don't blame you, it's kindof supposed to be a surprise." She noted with a shrug of her shoulders, smiling just a little as she watched Caly closely. It was nice that the woman was so worried about her, and she did wind up simmering just a little as she took a moment to reach out and gently pat the woman on the head. It was a little strange to see Caly jumping from a half hug when the woman had gone ahead and hugged HER just moments before, but all the same once Caly seemed on board she put on a big grin!

"Awesome! And uhhh I dunno where to start. Back in the day I would just sic my garden on myself and train like that. Never had another person to do this kinda thing with....well, not when I'm calling the shots at least. But I need to like..... hmmm. I have no problem just fighting things normally. IT's just those.....strange ones. You know? Like....the kind of enemies that are REALLY good at one thing that give me trouble." She struggled, trying to convey what she meant with her own limited mental capacity.

Santa tilted her head, her brows raised slightly as Caly seemed to find something in mind and promptly began rushing off into the distance, after having explained the premise of the training. She paused, staring for several long moments before she huffed out and then RAN! Bolting as she attempted to gain some distance on Caly! And she ......ran reasonably fast. For a human at least. But it became abundantly clear that she was not fast in the more spiritual grand sense. As Santa began to charge after her, Caly would find it exceedingly simple to control the distance that there was between them.

Santa in the meantime, focused on pushing herself to chase the woman, a look of slow, growing determination in her eyes as she repeated the instructions in her head again and again. Chase her down. Try to kill her. Chase her down, try to kill her. She began to pick up speed, that determination pushing her to the upper limits of how fast she was able to go as she began breathing in deeper and heavier breaths as she chased after the woman toward the other bank!

She was FAST! That much she had already figured, but what was even MORE frustrating waswhen she noticed Caly slowing down intentionally after looking back at her! A bit of Santa's pride bubbled up as she felt herself growing insulted by the act, causing her to grit her teeth and huff as she began to push herself even harder! Her legs began to scream internally, as lactic acid built up in her muscles and began making the flesh sore, or at least normally it would, tiny little perforations would often lag a creature, but Santa's regeneration repaired such small tairs immediately, Allowing her to keep up her speed!

And when they finally got to the bank and Calhy spun, she LUNGED, raising a fist and yelling as she aimed to throw a fist directly into Calypso's face! Those bones that had grown over her knuckles very visible to Caly as they launched toward her face, Santa putting all of her strength into the attack! Her knuckles crackling just an instant before THOOM! A bala would fire from her knuckles, FAR faster than Santa was, it would aim to slam into the Danava's face with her fist following closely behind! It of course was still a weak bala, but it would still be disorienting all the same, possibly even enough to carry that fist on it's way to the woman's face!

Santa's eyes WIDENED! She dodged a bala at such close range?! She didn't realize just how fast the woman was, and with such overwhelming speed, Santa let out a GAH as that leg tore up her chest! That leg sweeping up, cleaving into her chest! But she didn't let up! Her teeth GRIT#TING as she charged after Lily! Instead of closing up, teeth grew where the gash was! A maw opening up on Santa's chest as her body healed into a new mouth, charging after Caly!

As she did, her garden rippled. The ground around them turning red, and as Caly backflipped, hands pierced up from the ground, growing as they aimed to latch onto her wrists, spines on the palms aiming to sink in and hook into the woman's flesh, trying to hold her in place as Santa aimed to PUNT the Danava, her foot sweeping up to try and kick her in the ribs! It was ....difficult to hold her garden back. She was so used to just ....letting her mind go. Letting herself go wild in a fight and let her instincts do all the work. But she couldn't do that right now. She had to focus on trying to THINK! HEr mind wandered to her training with Tier. The woman's words burned into her mind. She had to be BETTER.

As Santa charged toward the woman she grinned, GLEE as she saw how successful her attack was! Even if those spines didn't sink into the woman's scales, she still saw that she was struggling! Or at the very least, was being kept on her toes! And as she dcharged in, getting ready to kick, she tensed. Her eyes widening for a moment when that tendril suddenly erupted from Caly's body! She was suddenly LOFTED up! Causing her to stagger! Tripping and GRUNTING as that tail lashed, slicing through the tendons! And just like that, Caly would PRY herself, moving faster than the flesh could grow as it was ripped free!

However, she would find, interestingly, that the hands didn't stop. They GRIPPED all the more tightly, and began regrowing from the portion that had been severed from the ground, a burst of fleshy expansion as mouths and faces grew out of those shredded wrists, eyes locking onto her before the palms that were holding her grew mouths over them, pressed against the scales as they BIT down, drooling on her as they did, straining against the scales as that saliva started to sting. Stomach cells being produced instead of salivary glands and caustic stomach acid was retched up onto all of the spots the hands were clinging to. Those fingers curing, moving like legs, crawling their way up Caly's body as Santa tumbled and slumped to the ground.

As that happened, Santa SNAPPED up to her feet and narrowed her eyes at Caly, smirking just a little as Caly launched themselves at her. And she LUNGED, slamming herself into that fist as it hit with a CRUNCH! Probably to Clay's surprise. After all, the body naturally went with punches. It was instinct to move WITH a force, to lessen the impact, to keep it from being forced into the body itself. But such instincts had been burned out of Santa ages past. Reflexes made to keep the body safe were something she had to overcome time and time again out in hueco mundo. So when that fist rocketed toward her chest, she shoved herself into it, and GRUNTED as it sank in, her ribs cracked, stabbing into her lungs as she COUGHED up a splatter of blood onto Caly. The skin wasn't broken, but that didn't matter. That flesh BULGED, as the bones and muscle beneath her skin began regenerating. However, it simply healed. After all, Santa seemed to not bother focusing any changes on her chest, instead, the mouth that already existed opened up and then LATCHED onto the big reptillian fist. As Santa raised her hand, a brilliant golden light glowing in her palm as energy rapidly accumulated. "YOLO!" She crowed out, before firing the Cero at the Danava.