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Italy, Puglia

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The prideful Liafador walked along the grounds of her Cardinal training facility in Italy with Ziccarra by her side. Groups of Cardinals could be seen moving about the camp site wearing their white cardinal uniforms, giving the two powerful women bows as they passed in signs of respect. The Italian Cardinal herself was wearing her red cardinal outfit, her eyes slowly gazing at her warriors in training as she explained the training regiments to her zia. Zeon had invited Ziccarra to come look at the campsite, to make sure things were being ran up to the families standards and while her parents approved, she seek'ed her aunt's approval even more. The last time the Legendary Spanish Cardinal stepped foot in the facilities was when Zeon's own parents ran the site. Pride ran through her, she knew she had been running everything accordingly and training each Cardinal to be just as loyal and deadly as the next.

But there was another agenda that the Liafador planned for her Zia. A few months ago a 'hero' went to Spain, poking her nose around the city of Malaga, attacking Ziccarra and even defeating her in battle. To Zeon, this was unacceptable, for a hero to go deliberately attack one of her family members, it angered her, brought disgust to heroes. So the Italian Liafador took matters into her own hands... she placed a bounty on the hero called 'Feral Nova' and just in a matter of a couple of weeks, had an assassin by the name of Homicide come to claim the bounty. It had been a few weeks since the hero was captured, and now... when the time was right, she would present this hero as a present to Ziccarra, to show her dedication and love towards her family.

Feral Nova PoV

Terrified, that's what Zoe was feeling right now as she sat on the steel bed in her room that just seemed like a literal hole in the wall, as if they carved this cell from a mountain and slapped a door on it. There were no windows but a flickering light bulb in the middle of her rigid room. The last thing she remembered was fighting Homicide in New York, being knocked out by her and then... a flash of a woman, standing over her, she was speaking in who knows what language as her brown eyes seemed like they were full of anger as a group of men dressed in white dragged her into this room. She didn't even know WHERE she was. They took all of her equipment, her costume, her mask, her WAL ring... she couldn't get a hold of anyone to call for help. They fed her, and gave her water, but just enough to sooth the ache of hunger and gave her enough water just to keep her slightly above from being dehydrated.

Rubbing her hands on the leg of her white pants of her outfit her captures gave her she let out a heavy sigh. She heard more activity outside the door more than usual, something was going on today, something big, she heard footsteps walking pass her door every ten minutes. Placing her head on the door she tried to listen what was going on, but all she heard were shouts in a language she couldn't understand. But within that second her door was jerked open as a group of men stood at the doorway. The four men stood tall, dressed in their white outfits as she noted all of them to have red tattoos on their forearms. Zoe stumbled back, fear in her eyes, was she going to die?

"E 'il momento." one of the men spoke as the other three came in to get her, Grasping each of her arms the walked her out of the room and down a dim hallway. She didn't bother to fight back, she had no idea how to get out of here, she could only hope that wherever they were about to take her, she would be able to escape from there. Her heart began to race with panic, where were they taking her? What were they going to do with her? Her blue eyes focused forward at the opening at the end of the tunnel... a light being brought closer with every step.

Zeon POV

Leading the way Zeon brought the two into a equipment room, weapons off all sorts, with the exception of guns, were found. The two were speaking until one of her men entered the room.

"Mi scusi Padrona, ma siamo pronti." He bowed his head in respect of the two, not looking at them directly.

"Grazie, si può lasciare." The Italian Mistress spoke as the man backed away from the two before walking away.

Turning back to Ziccarra, the Bellezza Italiana had a hopeful grin on her face. "I hope you don't mind, but the Cardinals here are so excited to have you here, most of them had never seen you before but have heard of your legendary ways in battle. I told them I would ask you if you could do... just a small demonstration for them, to see the La Malaguena in action themselves." She knew her Zia wouldn't want to disappoint not just her niece but an entire establishment of Cardinals. "I'll give you a few minutes to prepare yourself, I'll send Cardinal to escort you back to the arena. Oh and there will be a gift for you there, I'm sure you'll like it!" Her voice enthusiastic as she leaned in and hugged Ziccarra before giving her a kiss on both side of her cheek before walking off, leaving the Mistress of Illusion to herself for a few moments as she gathered her Cardinals to the small battle arena.

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Z sat in the locker area, slowly prepping her body for the oncoming battle; she took the extra time applying oils that lacked sent to her body. The purpose of these oils were to negate any chance of a grapple. “DOMINA!” Isabella screamed, uncharacteristically.

“Isabella, I understand your concern, but rest assure; I will not lose” Z placed her tiara on her head before grabbing Isabella’s face. “Do not worry” she reassured her with a smile. Fixing her black rose blade to the side of her belt; Z, ushered by a White Cardinal walked towards the arena. She’d been to Italy a few times, but never while Zeon was in charge of this outpost of Cardinals. Despite their allegiance to her niece; Z was hailed as the wisest of the Cardinal leaders, essentially her approval meant everything to these Italian Cardinals.

The same worry that sparked Isabella, slightly crept across Z’s mind; though she did not know the depth of her opponent, she worried getting injured her would somehow delay her marriage of the martial arts polymath.

She could hear the masses cheering her name; the moment she came down the dimly lit hallway; she was halted by a mechanical door. That’s when she heard a violent and almost thunderous roar; a live band began playing her theme song. Z cocked her body Ace Deuce; sliding her legendary mask of Cortez on her face, the mechanical door began to open.

The sunlight never saw her feet; once the door opened there was no sign of Z, the Malagan beauty cast an illusion the moment she slipped her mask on her face.

To the naked-eye Z was invisible, the only sign of her presence was a line in the form of a whip pushing it’s self towards Zoe seemingly on its own.

“ZOE?” Z said, halting her assault and even, becoming visible. The moment the Cardinals lay eyes on her they began playing her “battle theme”.

“How did you…get here” Z said, holding somewhat of a soft spot for the young Zoe. As much as she wanted to talk; she knew the people wanted blood, if the circumstances were different she wouldn’t have cared.

The people didn’t present themselves as a problem, Zoe did. The look in her eyes seemed irrational; she wouldn’t listen to reason, no amount of words would quell the amount of anger swelling within her florid cheeks.

“Fck…” she said, once again placing her mask over her face; Z dashed forward, casting an afterimage behind her; baseball sliding in the sand; she pushed her hands out behind her. The moment from her push would allow her to send a straight leg kick towards Zoe’s midsection, whilst a quick twist of her hips in a backspin motion allowed her to attempt a heel kick towards Zoe’s head.

She tried to execute the moves as quickly, and flawlessly as possible to prevent a counter and recover in the event she missed.

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Zoe was literally thrown forward through the doors, her body sliding against the rubble ground as she was on all fours in the outside arena. A mass of people around them, cheering, chanting a name... a familiar name... La Malaguena. "No way..." she whispered to herself as she stood up, her white outfit smudged with dirt as a weapon were thrown at her from behind, two metal escrima sticks. Picking them up from the ground she heard music beginning to play, the floor vibrated with energy she looked up at the crowed, all of them wearing the same white outfit with the exception of one women wearing red, the same woman who looked pissed at her when she first got here. "...She must be in charge..." she spoke to herself as she watched the doors on the other side of the arena open. Zoe's hands began to sweat as they held her weapons in her hands, who knew what she was about to fight. Animal? Mutant? Monster of some kind? As soon as the doors open, a familiar whip came rushing at her. Throwing her arms upward she closed her eyes, bracing for the sting of the weapon only for it stop just inches before striking her, her name being called out.

She saw her... Ziccarra, the woman from Spain the leader of the Cardinals, showed herself to the teenage hero. "YOU!?" her body burned with anger, if she could burst into flames, she would be a raging inferno right now. "Don't act stupid!" She yelled out, she was angry, how could she?! Was this some sort of plot for revenge out for fighting her butt in Spain? She was frustrated, confused, she thought the two were... well... 'ok'.

She was so caught up in her own emotions she didn't have time to keep up with the Mistress of Illusion, a kick to the stomach caused Zoe to heave over in pain, dropping her sticks as she received a fierce blow to the head, her body flopping over to the side and to the ground. The crowed roared louder. Tears of frustration began to fill her eyes as she grasped a hand full of dirt. She needed get her act together if she wanted to survive this onslaught. But did she have the strength to push through? Pushing herself up she kept her hands balled in fists as she used her left arm to wipe the smear of blood off her lips as they curled into a smirk.

"I'm kinda flattered you went through all this trouble to get me, the bounty, Homicide..." She spoke to distract Z as she walked up to one of the escrima sticks, it at the front of her foot. "You must REALLY hate me."

With the point of her foot she dug it into the dirt as she kicked up the escrima stick, sending it flying towards the Cardinal in more of a distraction move as she ran right behind it. Launching herself forward and upward in attempt to land a flying knee and elbow combination, trying to slam her knee into the chest of the Spanish warrior and while gravity began pulling her down, attempted to use her elbow to smash at the top of the deadly woman's skull. Landing back on the ground she stumbled a bit, being a bit rusty in battle as she rushed to the other escrima stick, kicking it up with her foot and catching it with her left hand. Spinning on the balls of her feet she turned around to face Z as the crowed began booing at her.

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The knee strike knocked Z towards the ground, the elbow strike jarred her neck backwards, and the confusing direct attack took Z off guard. As she rose to one knee trying to deal with the pain in her chest; she tried to decipher what was going on.

Spitting a mixture of blood and recently accumulated sweat from her mask. “Child I think you are misinformed on the subject” Z said, glancing down at her on blood. Regaining her vertical base; she extended her demon sword forward pointing in the direction of the young Zoe.

“I do not know, nor do I understand the parameters of our encounter…but this” she said, tipping the hilt of her blade so that the “bane” pointed towards her blood. “This shall not go unpunished” The fox nose mask of the Malagan beauty began to flash a fierce crimson hue.

Pushing up then down on her blade, Z slammed it into the ground; a thick black ooze flowed from the swords entry into the ground. “Hundreds have died on this battlefield…welcome to the Cardinal Graveyard” Z said, the earth beneath them began to quake.

The atrocious moans of the dead could be heard underneath them, Z shifted her mask to the top of her head, and this was to reveal that there was no illusion. The devastating black Rose blade conjured the dead cadavers.

Across the unearthed area, hundreds of undead fist broke through the arena; the Cardinals in attendance were silenced by the horrifying site of the dead. The true power of La Malaguena was being displayed today as if there were a nerve that had been hit and snapped.

As the dead attacked and distracted the young teen; Z went instantly to kill mode, weaving in and out of the undead, she cast many different illusions of herself; with an afterimage. Z rolled past Zoe with an afterimage; Pushing her blade forward attempted to slice at Nova’s Teres Major; she hopped the rolling afterimage would mask the fact that she had recovered already.

Still using the advantage to the rear, Z sent a fake strike towards Nova’s face hoping the afterimage would assist again, the real attack came low in form of one of the Key cardinal strikes towards the pressure point on Zoe’s leg, if this connected, the striking of the point would cause the leg to stiffen and hinder Zoe’s attack.

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That damn mask,it held power, power she had to cut off if she wanted to survive this battle... not to mention that sword that was suddenly oozing? What the hell? But wait... she said she was the confused about hte situtaion? How was it confuseing? The two were standing, here, in the middle of a damn Cardinal arena, how the hell is SHE the one confused? It just annoyed the hero even more.

That damn mask,it held power, power she had to cut off if she wanted to survive this battle... not to mention that sword that was suddenly oozing? What the hell? But wait... she said she was the confused about the situation? How was it confusing The two were standing, here, in the middle of a damn Cardinal arena, how the hell is SHE the one confused? It just annoyed the hero even more.

"Oohhhh a graveyard, I'm so sca-" before she could finish the ground below her began to shake tumble beneath her. Stumbling about she tripped over her own feet, falling down to the ground as a decaying hand suddenly reached up, trying to reach for her face. The hero screamed in fear as she stood up, a hand grabbing onto her ankle "I-it's fake," she kicked the hand off of her. "This is just another one of your illusions!" But then La Malaguena pulled her mask off, showing the foolish girl that was indeed NOT an illusion. "Well... sh!t..."

The walking dead began attacking the blond hero, thankfully, most of them were so decayed that just taking a step was difficult for most of them. "Why couldn't it be zombie bunnies? Or even zombie squirrels?! Nooo it has to be Zombie Ninjas." While kicking one in the stomach away from her, another one came up behind her, wrapping its arm around her neck. Struggling to get him off she pushed her weight back towards the Zombie, then forcefully jerked herself forward, causing the dead creature to fly into other zombies. "There's no way I can take all these guys on." she grunt, dancing around the zombies. They weren't fast, just overwhelming in numbers. Punch to the face, a kick to the stomach, she couldn't avoid all of them without running into another.

Just then she saw Ziccarra rush pass her, the hero jerked her head in that direction, turning her body as she pushed herself forward to try and see where she went, only to get a piercing slice into the left side of her back, totally in the opposite direction where she was looking. The hero yelled out in pain as she felt blood drizzle down her deep open wound. She was screwing with her, using her mask to cast illusions. Slamming one of her escrima stick into the skull of a zombie, dark maroon mush that was once blood began oozing out as his skull collapsed upon itself from the force.

Then, she saw her, the deadly cardinal coming right at her, front force Zoe's eyes glared forward as she stood her ground, the image of Z's fist going right through her face. "No more illusions!" The young hero yelled out as she managed to catch the site of the actual attack, Z coming towards her legs, leaping backwards Zoe avoided the attack, catching a breath before a group of zombies surrounded her. "Can't keep this up forever." she couldn't tell how bad the laceration on her back was but it hurt like hell, and her left arm... was starting to feel increasingly weak.

Dancing around the living dead she couldn't take them all out at once. She felt one of them grab onto her left arm, teeth sinking into it, causing Nova to scream out, throwing her head back, colliding with the attacking zombie, forcing it off of her. Looking at her fresh wound she came to the conclusion... she needed to get rid of them... now. Looking down at the rubble she saw a rather decent size pebble on the ground. Punching one zombie in the gut, she leaped frog over it while it was heaved over, diving into the rubble ground and snatching the rock she tuck rolled, leaping back up to her feet as she backed herself against the wall of the arena. The zombies began surrounding her once more, this time though, she was backed up in a corner. Gawd she hoped her plan was about to work. "Come on... come on..." she began striking her metal escrima stick over and over again. A zombie reached her, grasping onto her wrist as a spark was finally created. "BOOM goes the dynamite." she smirked as the zombie suddenly burst into red roaring flames, pulling away from Zoe as he collided with other zombies, catching them on fire like a domino effect. The entire arena turning into a blazing inferno, one big giant source of power for Zoe.

Taking a breather she grasped her left shoulder... there was no way she would be able to push attacks on that, she could barley move it. Whatever Ziccarra did to her... made her arm useless. "F#ck" she whispered as she looked up at the Deadly Spaniard woman.

The other Cardinals watched as the girl who looked to have been defeated moments ago suddenly unleashed a power that all of them didn't know she had, except for Zeon. Running up to one of the zombies that were on fire she wanted to send a message to everyone else in the arena. Doing a stomp kick to it's chest it stumbled back, it's head tilted upward as she used her other leg to kick the head right off it's body and sen't it flying right towards the woman in red in the audience. Everyone scattered except for her as the zombie's skull landed at her feet. The two shared eye contact for a moment, as a groan from a zombie caught her attention.

Turning back to the o woman who mattered right now. Running through the crowded burning corpses she slipped her weapon in her back pocket as she outstretched both hands, collecting fire in each, even though the left arm was too weak to actually physically attack, didn't mean she couldn't control some fire with it. "Why can't we just play an intense game of Uno instead of trying to kill each other?!" She joked with a grin on her face as she came close towards Z, but instead of leaping into an attack she just kept running, throwing her right and left hands forward as if she were throwing a baseball at her, a fireballs escaping from her hands and racing towards the Illusionists mask. As she got closer she used her left hand to create a blinding flash of light from her flame as she snatched some more fire from another Zombie in her right hand, using it to help push her in higher into the air as she leaped at the same time, coming downward with her right leg stretched downward at Z aiming not so much for her face, but the mask again, if she could just get rid of the damn thing. Landing on the ground in a crouching position she grasped the escrima from behind her, her hand still aflame and pushed herself upward, trying to land a upper cut with her right fist, using the flaming metal weapon to give it more force behind it if it did land.

By the time she was done with her attacks most of the zombies have collapsed still burning but no longer roaming around. Her costume smudged with ash from the zombies and seared marks ran along the costume from the fire. Breathing heavily the hero took a step back, she felt slightly lightheaded... looking at the ground she saw a trail of blood everywhere she was in the arena, she was bleeding out... "Fantastic..."

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“Impossible!” she said, watching as Zoe’s control of the flames turned the tables on her strategic cadaver assault. The stood virtually no chance again the flames, being reduced to ash in a matter of moments; Z’s brain quickly began to form a contingency to deal with Zoe’ manipulation of flames. Her eye’s slanted just a bit, when facing Zoe previously in Malaga she showed no signs of possessing super human abilities.

She was still very shaky on the details; how was it that Zoe was caught and for what reason? As blood dripped from the teen’s back, Z scoffed a bit; she had miraculously allowed the same mistake she made in Malaga to plague her here.

The poison tipped blade of her black rose blade had made contact with her skin again, it was merely a matter of time before Zoe’s body began to feel it. Why she and Zoe continued to cross paths was beyond her but, she didn’t have time to process it in her mind; the burning blond came on the attack; Z quickly began shifting her breathing.

Zoe closed in on Z, subtly giving the Cardinal Keijiko an inclination of her next move; Z ducked low and pushed her elbows over her face. The scorching flames burned the cloth surrounding her forearms of the Malagan beauty; however this was a much needed sacrifice to obtain the power of Zoe.

The power transfer mechanism inside her elbow pads, began to conduct the energy; the flames rushed through Z’s body and transformed into raw energy. “Gotcha…” she said, with a smirk under her mask.

Z raised her forearms in an “X” motion to block the strike towards her mask, though effective in preventing the dislodging of her mask, Zoe’s maneuver knocked her squarely off balance.

Before she could even muster a recovery, or manage an illusion Zoe’s weapon smashed against her face, anointing the earth with her blood and her mask. Z stumbled backwards before finally hitting the ground. Pain rushed through her body from the fall; but it was only a microcosm from the pain she suffered from being hit with the heated metal weapon. Rolling overshe smiled a bit as the burn from and scars from their previous encounter were gone.

“Do you believe I need my mask to defeat you?” Z said, picking her mask up. Her posture was slightly slumped down to her burning scar; “Hold me in the light and watch me come alive!” she yelled pushing her hands outward, manifesting Zoë’s energy. It had been transformed into a latent power for Z; though only temporary her strength, and speed had increased significantly.

Her face was throbbing from the burning sensation of Zoe’s weapon, as much as she wanted to show it; she could not. She had to win the psychological battle or SHE WOULD need her mask to gain victory. As blood dripped from her scarred face; she balled her fist in anger.

“You have forgotten why it is you do what you do” She said, standing in a serene posture; an unthreatening one. “You cannot control your anger, so you attack me in spot where you think they hurt…” Z said, again tilting her head back.

“Much like in Malaga, I poisoned you and played on your fears, and now as the poison from my blade works its way through your system; I continue to break you down. Brute Strength is a double-edge sword Mija”

Z instructed, much to the dismay of the Cardinals; but they would not dare boo La Malaguena. “Fighting is a battle of wit, I have been setting you up and making sacrifices to end you in the long wrong” She revealed, glancing to her Cardinals

Tossing her mask to Isabella; Z pushed forward with her black rose blade, Z pushed her blade towards Zoe’s good side; attempting to draw that good arm up for defense; and possibly damaging it just like her other arm.

Whilst that was going on she poised her adjacent hand for her legendary 100 step faint attack; thanks to the added bonus of Zoe’s flames enhanced the speed of her strike. If successful Zoe would only be allowed to take 100 steps before her body gave out and fainted.

If unsuccessful Z would do an evasive maneuver to the right and ready herself for Zoe.

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She just couldn’t understand it… she honestly looked as if she didn’t understand why Zoe was here with her in this arena. Could it be true? Could she be telling the truth about not knowing why Zoe was brought here? Was there something more behind this? She didn’t have time to think about it, she was fighting for her life right now.

The hero watched as the Queen of the Cardinals absorbed her own fire attack. Crap, when did she have THAT power!? Caught her off guard as she watched Z show off Zoe’s own power to her, even though the flames wouldn’t harm her… it still made her feel uneasy. She stayed silent as she listened to the legendary warrior speak to her. Wait.. poison? Her eyes widen as she felt the wound on her back, all this time, talking to her, she was stalling her while the poison began taking its course through her body. “S-shit.” She could feel her legs beginning to grow weak as beads of sweat trickled down her pale face. A sudden wave of nausea swept over her, knocking her down to her right knee as she began to breath heavily.

Zoe watched, almost in slow motion as Ziccarra came rushing at her, blade in hand. The hero tilt her body to the opposing side, using her escrima stick to block the attack. Sparks formed as the blade skid across the teenagers weapon, before the force knocked her down to the ground. She could feel her body growing numb from the toxins. Breathing became a pain, her lungs spamming forcing her to take short, shallow breaths. “No… it wont end like this.” Her voice was horsed as she forced herself up from the ground, grasping a handful of dirt, her cloths stained with sweat, blood and dust. Gazing over at Z, it was obvious the young woman was on her last stand.

Her feet dug into the rough terrain as she stumbled forward to make a running start, her body slightly wavering to the right as she ran. She could feel her heart throbbing in pain in her chest as she forced herself to keep running. She leaped forward and up, throwing the dirt she collected in her hands downward at Ziccarra, a cheap shot, but she didn’t care right now. While in the air her body began spinning in a clockwise motion and as her back was turned to Z, she threw her leg back, doing a tornado kick towards her chest. Upon landing she stumbled off to the side, her legs becoming like jello under her weight as she slammed back onto the ground, face first, the attack causing her to lose strength faster than it would have meant to be. It was like her body went 100mph to zero flat, her strength and energy just sucked out of her as she struggled to try and push herself up from the ground with no avail.

Turning her head to the side her vision began to grow blur and slowly began to darken as she looked up through the corner of her eye. Her body was now paralyzed, unable to move due to the poison the hero laid helplessly on the ground, her life dangling at the end of a rope and in the hands of the deadly Cardinal.

POV Zeon

Zeon stood with a grin on her face, the message would be sent all over the world to heroes everywhere, no one attacks the Liafador without resulting in their own death. The last part of the family revenge was almost done, just one more thing to be done. She felt pride for her Zia, the legend of her ways in battle were true, ruthless, strategic, manipulative. She could only hope to one day achieve greatness like her one day.

Almost like rumbling thunder the White Cardinals began chanting in unison. ”Uccidetela! Uccidetela! Uccidetela!”Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!

They all waited for the venomous Cardinal to make her final strike.

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“GAH” Z screamed at the unceremonious counter Zoe presented, even so it was her own fault for not being aware of all the variables she could attack from. Zoe’s kick sent her flying backwards, Z hit the ground hard, but rolled on her spine into a crouched position. “Nice…” she hissed from under her mask, there was a throbbing pain in the middle of her sternum; she could see the young hero slowly coming to her own.

Z could see the “poison” taking effect on Zoe; Z smiled, and slowly walked over to the young teen with her sword positioned by her neck. “Zoe, you are not poisoned, it’s an hallucination cast by my mask; whenever my sword strikes the body; a person’s mind automatically wanders to the point of injury, allowing my mask to cast a hallucination…” she said, paying no mind to the white Cardinals chant for death.

“CAIENTE!” she screamed, though there were slight difference between Italian and Spanish, most of them understood what she meant the moment she screamed. Z glanced at Zoe, and then upwards to Zeon. “Zoe, I don’t know if you believe me, but I honestly do not know why you are here” she said, with her Spanish parlance making her words sound difficult.

“Zeon…” she called out to her, sliding her mask to the top of her head; though she was angry; Z was trained NEVER to show it. It was how she survived the pit; a mental challenge more than anything. “You offer me to come see your sect of Cardinals, you then throw me into this display of barbaric spot; and insult me with an opponent such as this.”

Z gestured to Zoe; with her blade shaking her head. “I will NOT kill this child for some ill-mannered revenge plot” Z said, shooing Zoe away. “If one hair on her head is misplaced, I will burn the White Cardinals from existence” Z said, rotating around looking into the eyes of the foreign Cardinals.

“Do you want to see a REAL fight!” she screamed, standing ace deuce with the White Cardinal Leader. “Then come forth leader of the White Cardinals, and allow me to test your resolve as a leader!” Z said, pointing her black rose blade over at Zeon in challenge.

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PoV Zoe

Zoe closed her eyes as she felt the tip of the blade press against her neck, expecting her last moments to come to an end. But then… her eyes opened… it was all an illusion? She was confused, why was she doing this? Her breathing finally began to ease up as she began to slowly regain her strength. The yell from Ziccarra caused the white Cardinals to stop their chant, and young hero stood up, it seemed that Z was telling her the truth from the start, she didn’t know why she was here. “You and me both…” she mumbled as she struggled to stand, still in pain from the past attacks. She stood by the Cardinal Leader for a moment, watching her yell out to ‘Zeon’ the woman’s name who was responsible for her kidnapping. The hero made a mental note of that name, it wouldn’t be one she would soon forget.

The WALlie walked over to the woman who Ziccarra brought with her, Isabella was it? Limping over to her she stood by her side for a moment, looking over at Z as she heard her challenge Zeon. “Is she always… so calm?” Even though she was clearly upset at the situation, she still maintained her posture and calmness. It was actually more scary seeing her so calm.

Zeon PoV

Zeon sat with a foxy smile on her face as she listened to her Zia, she knew she was upset, the fact that she put her mask on to hide her anger just made the White Cardinal Leader laugh inside. Yes, she respected her Zia, yes she was loyal to her and would die for the family cause, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun along the way of world domination. She could feel the hundreds of eyes land on her as the Mistress of Illusion challenged her. Everyone was silent as they waited for the deadly Italian to respond. Closing her eyes for a moment she acted as if she was actually thinking about it, but her mind was made up before the challenge was even made. Slowly standing from where she stood she opened her eyes. “Very well.”

Walking down the steps of the arena her cardinals parted for her as they continued to stay silent, they knew that this was only going to end one way. “I only gave you the opportunity to extract revenge on the self proclaiming ‘hero’.” She began as one of her cardinals knelt down before her, holding up her blade, the younger Liafador grasped the hilt of her blade firmly in her hand as she glared over at Zoe for a moment. “For her to have gone to Spain and sought you out like that… these American’s have no sense in honor, I just wanted to give you the opportunity to show her that the Liafadors are not a family to be quarreled with, you could have made an example out of her. A sort of… regalo.” Her voice hinted actual frustration, but her expression remained at ease. “But if it’s a battle of test you want…” her feet finally made touch with the blood tainted sands of the arena. “Allora vieni, prova me.” <Then come, test me.>

Zeon didn’t really have any powered abilities like the ability to cast illusions, but she had been mentally trained to see past illusions by her father, just in case a moment similar to this would arise. Her body began swaying back and forth as she got into her stance. Her right hand pointed the blade towards Ziccarra while her left hand was pointed at the opposite direction. Her body lowered downward closer to the ground, the right leg stretched out, pointed in the same direction of the sword while the left leg held her weight up, crouched under her as she got into one of the many Wudang WuXing Jian stances as she waited for the Queen of the Cardinals to begin.

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#10  Edited By Shanana

Ziccarra’s family were well aware of her ability to cast illusions; trained so well that even some of Z’s most complex illusions had no effect on them. Casting an illusion on herself; Z readied herself for battle, casting an illusion on herself allowed her to construct and manifest illusions right in front of her opponent; allowing for a limited amount of mental reaction time.

The once rambunctious Cardinals grew deadly silent, both of their respective leaders prepared to do battle in the grand arena. Her attention briefly diverted from Zeon to Zoe and Isabella; blowing a wind filled kiss her their direction; the Cardinal Supreme Chancellor slid her fox nosed mask on her face.

“You have never once heard me speak of revenge Zeon, you have never once seen me take a life Zeon; and I pray you will never have too; but the way you operate is far too harsh and lacks emotion… I hope this encounter will instruct you in such ways”

Unclipping two laughing gas canisters Z tossed them right in front of her; the gas was obviously to mask her intentions; shifting to the balls of her feet finally leapt high from the gas soaring through the air in a Cartwheel like motion. Pushing the hilt of her black rose blade downward; the detachable shards petal danced downward towards Zeon’s head and shoulders.

Hoping to snag the attention of the young Liafador; Z continued her assault following up with a quick heel kick towards to head, but was simply a ruse as her other leg came upwards following the expert aerial twist of the body to send a strong front kick to the center of Zeon’s chest only to land on her attacking foot this would allowed her to lash out her right leg to perform a sweep behind the knee of Zeon Regaining a vertical base and with expert poise and speed, she sent a two finger strike towards Zeon’s jugular.