The Roar of Autumn[Amaranta, Arianda]

Amaranta was growing somewhat annoyed as this clash went on. On one hand, she clearly welcomed the thrill. On another, it became abundantly clear that victory would not be ascertained. There was overcoming an obstacle, and then there was dealing with women like this who wanted to force her into submitting to their will. No matter what Arianda did, she wouldn't apologize to the owners. She could cut her until her organs were slipping out through her stomach, but it wouldn't change the result. Perhaps, to some degree, if they were more evenly matched, she'd feel confident in her victory, but with each clash, each strike, each reflex Arianda gained in hew new form, there was, quite simply, little notion that she'd pull this one out.

At that moment, the graceful slash of her spear, executed at high-speed, cut clean through her hierro, opening a fierce wound across the woman's belly. Accompanying the wound, Amaranta spurted out a considerable measure of blood, growling furiously as maintained her balance, though the roundhouse kick certainly capped what was quite a commendable assault. Well, commendable to anyone but the blazing lioness, certainly. Her regeneration momentarily compromised, Amaranta placed her claw against her stomach. Tch... What a thorn in the ass. She supposed this tiny nuisance of a woman was looking for utter domination in this battle, to assert her will and force her to apologize, eat crow, and come off her high horse. As if. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Her stance seemed to indicate that she believed Amaranta would come roaring back in for a counterstrike, but really from all the power she exuded right now? The notion seemed foolish. Better to avoid this annoying lady like the plague.

Amaranta wasn't looking to die over this shit. The leonine woman was far too prideful to apologize for something she viewed as a harmless, albeit somewhat rude, act either. Indeed, rushing in again would only make her condition worse, and if she lost in a place like this, falling over like a miserable foot soldier? She'd be furious. No, the next act became quite clear. A victory is what the woman desired, no? To prove a point? What better way than to rob her of that by simply removing herself from the equation entirely. With blood pouring at her mouth, Amaranta spit the lot of it on the ground. Forming a Garganta with her free hand, Amaranta slowly shifted her feet back as she held the woman's gaze.

"You've got some fire, I'll give you that, but this has grown kinda' dull for me. It's clear I'm not overcoming the gap between the two of us now that you've leveled up. Better to let you think you would've won rather than get a definitive victory over me."

Amaranta flashed the middle finger towards Arianda before leaping backward into the Garganta. She was well aware of her wounds, but frankly, she had a few companions who'd help her in Hueco for the right price. Even to the end, she wanted to be a thorn in this woman's ass. What better way to do so than to legitimately leave the battle on a note like this? Bearing a grin before her descent, she called out to the woman one last time.

"Sayonara, Bimbo."

Maybe the demon wouldn't think much of this meeting, but did that matter to Amaranta? Hell no. Ever the antagonist, she got off on leaving a sour taste in one mouth or another. And that, was victory enough for her...