Zeon's kick hit squarely in her chest sending the former Goddess stumbling backward, allowing herself to fall Ziccarra phase through a wall before rolling into a crouched position.
They'd been literally fighting for weeks, both of them expired the same day, Ziccarra before Zeon; but ever since the Liafador of Rage fix her eyes on Ziccarra they'd been at each other's throats.
"...There is...no point in us fighting anymore you ignorant curr...WE ARE DEAD!" Ziccarra screamed pushing back to a verticle base. As she did her eyes peered behind her to the people in some sort of office. It looked as if their day was just beginning, however; they could not see the former Spanish President standing in the middle of the office. They'd been fighting for so long it was hard to remember where this fight actually started off at.
6 months ago
"Yes the world has changed a lot since the 60's, I remember waking up some days not entirely sure I was living in the same world." She said peering into the misty sky.
Though she was born toward the ending of the Cold War, Ziccarra vaguely remembered what that time period was like. Though she was sure Spain had it's own troubles then.
"Music is different, There are so many different types of music now I cannot begin to even name them all. Of course, I like more of the classical kinds of music. Maya tends to like pop, Catalina likes hip-hop." She said with a curious brow, she hadn't actually taken the time to listen to any of it. "There are just too many genres to name, but one thing is for sure. The quality is gone down since you were there"
She said sharing a genuine chuckle with the woman credited for giving her husband Alexis his values. It was weird, she'd been dead only for a couple of minutes, but the peace was here. There was no tension, nor a single reason to worry--something she didn't have when she died the last time.
Suddenly both Z and Alexa jump at the sound of a woman shrieking at the top of her lungs, calling for Ziccarra.
"Who da heck was that'" Alexa asked her Texas dialect nearly made Z second guess the question. "That is Zeon..." she sighed...feeling as though their conflict had not yet been resolved--despite the fact that they were now dead.
To this point in the fight Ziccarra maintained a strictly defensive posture, only striking when she absolutely had to; but now the entire situation was beginning to tick her off. Without their powers, the two women were sort of on even footing. Both spent years practicing some sort of fighting style, Ziccarra specifically trained under Quintus Knightfall, Grandmaster Ishin and Alexis; but she also boasted her own unique attributes that made fighting hand to hand a pain--like her flexibility.
The Liafador Franchise took two steps preparing to retaliate before, turning behind her. The living was in some sort of panic, they all rushed toward the nearest windows to see what had happened.
"Stay focused..." she told herself. She had to treat them as if they didn't exist. All she heard as she charged back out to do battle with Zeon was that a bridge supposedly fell.
Back on the outside Z look her niece in the eyes with malice for the first time since their last fight.
"I do not know what drives you. You took my life, that is what you wanted. But still, you are not happy. You would rather fight me knowing it means nothing than to enjoy your time in the afterlife. But, I am thru. I am a merciful God. If you want me to take your pride in death than consider it done. You Blasphemous bastard" Taking off in a full sprint Z, Z slid across the ground before pushing upward hoping to drive her knees into the abdomen of Zeon.
Quickly rebounding to catch the recoil the Cardinal Queen again saw to drive another knee into Zeon's face, Zeon's reactions were harder to predict without her telepathy, but if she guessed correctly the subsequent knee strike would force the Rage Queen's head backward, allowing Z to finish off with a swift but efficient straight leg kick towards the jaw.