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She was able to match Zeon blow for blow, blood for blood; what seemed like days worth of fighting had only been hours, although who could really tell now that they were in the pit. Ziccarra was gassed, she felt her energy depleting long before she forced Zeon into this hellish structure, it wasn't until her niece reminded her that she was human again that she realized she needed her glucose shot.

In the middle of the rickety stone slab, surrounded by a bed of magma, with Zeon at her front, and hell-hounds at her back; Ziccarra was reduced to one knee. Her body glistened from the sweat that the sheer heat forced from her body, deep breaths, she held her sternum gasping for fresh air in a vacuum that provided none. This was in addition to the damage she'd already taken.

For a moment she opened her mouth to concede defeat, she wanted to. But the warrior inside wouldn't allow it. As a mother, she hoped the rageless Matriarch could be reason with, maybe work out a deal that would spare her children if Ziccarra willingly offered her life. She hadn't given them much in terms of love and affection, she was no different and yet totally different from her own mother at the same time.

Maybe in her absence, they could settle down live the life they wanted, but like her doubt, those thoughts too subsided. Catalina, Selene, Maya, Leonel, and Alexa were teenagers; they pretty much grew up in this life. They'd always be somewhat affected by it. She had to remain alive for Tassi so that her youngest did not suffer the same fate as her first.

Unselfishly, Ziccarra rose returning Zeon's snicker with her telltale grin, a grin that was then broken by the distinct series of snarls and growls around them.

¿Y qué de Chance? Si mueres aquí no tiene a nadie. Si mueres aquí, entonces perdió a su familia por nada. Es por eso que no me vas a vencer Zeon. Has perdido tu empatía" (And what of Chance? If you die here she has no one. If you die here, then she lost her family for nothing. That is why you will not beat me Zeon. You have lost your empathy)

Though Zeon's saber was admittedly intimidating, all things considered, it was the least of Ziccarra's worries. With her energy depleting the Mazoi Princess had to turn the tide of this battle, both of them were on borrowed time; and to her knowledge, Zeon still had above 50 steps before her previous attack took effect.

They both knew each other as the enemy, but the more pressing enemy was the one that didn't take sides--the hellhounds. Though as her heightened senses activated, the series of snarls and growls between the hounds hit her on a different level. 'They're communicating' she thought with her attention momentarily on them. As her eyes panned back toward her niece, Zeon split into two, alerting Ziccarra to the presence of the dense poisonous gasses emanating off the lava bed. 'Great. Just great.' She thought, activating another one of her Cardinal skills, the 'Mind Set' technique which would grant her astute concentration and focus.

Sliding her foot across the slab just a bit, she gauged the hound's anticipation. The moment she did they snarled towards it just a bit before retreating back to the perimeter. 'They are ready'. Her eyes then dart to Zeon, surely she knew the goal was to rid themselves of the Hellhounds, which was good.

The distinct difference between the Red and White Cardinals came down to their respective sensei. Though Zeon commanded call Cardinals now, Ziccarra originally championed the Red Cardinals.

The White Cardinals were battled hardened warriors out of Puglia, and followed Zeon's teachings to the T. The Red Cardinals were disciplined warriors from Malaga but mostly Tibet and at one time were essentially an extension of Ziccarra herself. The difference between them was that The Red Cardinals were trained in survival, The White Cardinals... battle.

Given this same situation, the White Cardinal could win the battle, but lose the pit. The Red Cardinal would win the battle AND the Pit. Everything from here on out had to be done deliberately--done for survival.

The rock slab hit a magma pocket causing the already unstable slab to shift back and forth. That's all it took for these hellhounds to take the bait. Executing a round-off and two whips, Ziccarra transitioned into a flic before double tucking over the two charging hounds. Landing on the far side of the slab mere inches from the edge.

"Zeon, se están comunicando. Estar vigilant" (Zeon they are communicating be vigilant).

More snarls and growls, this saw the two hellhounds take different vantage points in their proposed approach. 'The Numbers Games' She thought to keep her pacific blue eyes trained on the approaching beast.

Another snarl, this one faint as if the beast sought to conceal its motives. Like a snake it moved outward, appearing as if it's true target was Ziccarra; but in actuality.

"Zeon cuidado!" She screamed alerting her niece that the beast was, in fact, looking to take advantage of her blindside. The other beast charged Z head on, instead of fully leaping over the beast, she jumped in a rolling manner to glide just slightly over the beast spine; acting quickly enough she kicked back sending the hound howling into the molten lava.

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At the present moment, Ziccarra didn't HAVE to do anything. She could very well sit back and watch as Zeon used her steps to fight off the two beasts. After all, the longer this fight carried on the more tired she got.

"Hnn..." Wincing in pain, she dropped to a knee, the slide down the hill punctured her side, she hadn't felt it with all the adrenaline running through her system but now her ailment was taking effect. Removing her Goddess bangles from her forearm she held them both above the magma bed allowing the heat to conduct into the metal bangles.

Releasing a feral roar Ziccarra leaped into the air bringing the burning bangles down with all her might into the spine of the unsuspecting beast. Its screams were 10x louder than hers. Small ember flares sparked on it's back before erupting into full-blown flames.

Unable to stop panicking the beast leap off the slab back onto the slope of the pit. Rolling in an effort to put the fire out. It did, but it would not survive its wounds.

Again she fell to one knee her vision fleeting in and out. Once Zeon finished her fight with the hound it'd be them to again. But now...she knew what to do.

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Zeon...
Zeon...

Zeon's jarring strike towards her chin left the impaired Ziccarra reeling; it wasn't until her niece brutally kicked her in the chest, that she realizes her tactic worked--they were in the pit. Now for the first time in years, Ziccarra was completely human she could feel every ache as a result of the Pit slowly maturing her body back to her natural age.

Blood leak from his chapped lips further staining her mud-caked face. This neutral area proved both benefits and disadvantages to both Ziccarra and Zeon the victor would be the one who could capitalize on them.

In favor of Ziccarra was time. Zeon only had a certain amount of steps left before she'd faint. Given the mindset of a warrior, Zeon had roughly 60 steps to take out Ziccarra; with the remaining 30 to find shelter. But, this battle was so unpredictable, her Niece had already forced her nearly to her limit. She could no longer predict what Zeon would do.

In favor of Zeon was the fact that she completed this hellish complex twice. Compared to Ziccarra she was mentally prepared for whatever this living structure delivered. Rolling over to her stomach, before pushing back to a vertical base, Ziccarra could feel the pointy stones lodged into her back--a direct result of Zeon's kick.

"Zeon, no seas tonto! (Zeon Don't be foolish)" Ziccarra screamed, just before holding her throat in shock. For years Ziccarra's most basic abilities were a result of her mental abilities; with the PIT placing a dampener on her mental powers simple things like speaking English were a chore.

"No Tenemos nuestros poderes, solo queda unos cuantos pasos. Si usas todos tus pasos luchando contra me en lugar de encontrar refugio, estas bestias te comeran" (We don't have our powers, you only have a few steps left. If you use your steps fighting me, instead of finding shelter these beasts will eat you).

Ziccarra's eyes could hone in on nothing, she made history when she initially surmounts this chasm of hell, but after so many years it's walls felt foreign. Each time a person entered, their experiences were different than the last.

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Pleading against Zeon wouldn't work, she knew it. In the time spent trying to make her niece see the severity of the situation Ziccarra secretly employed another one of the Red Cardinal techniques. "The Ear that sees" It was an exercise that concentrates hearing, to compensate for the loss of sight and allows a warrior to identify a foe through sound alone, with cues such as heartbeat, the sound of cloth against cloth, and the patterns of breathing and other movements.

She could now "See" Zeon, but she could also hear the beast with clarity. Closing the distance between them, Ziccarra spun looking to send her left fist smashing into Zeon's face, making use of poise and balance taught through dancing, she sought a smooth transition by sending her right in succession in an attempt to throw her bloodlusted niece of balance. In the same manner, in which Zeon spartan kicked her, Ziccarra kicked outward looking to connect with Zeon's pelvis. Should her small kick land, La Malaguena would launch herself in a backflip motion using her trail foot to strike out toward's Zeon's chin.

Her landing wasn't graceful, she nearly rolled her ankle on the rocky terrain. She wasn't sure of Zeon was able to see, but she knew she could hear them. A hellhound two of them. Ziccarra ducked under a lunging beast in just enough time to spare her throat.

The only defense she had were her Goddess Bangles, and Knee pads, The lunging beast knocked Z off balance sending her sliding down a rocky ravine. Rolling to a stop, again she could feel the pointy stones sticking into the exposed areas of her body. Instead, now she could see. A bed of lava split the ravine in half, this was definitely not here the last time she was here.

'This place is literally trying to kill us' She thought as she began leaping from stone slab to slab in the middle of the Lavabed looking to create some seperation between herself and Zeon and the hounds.

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You...won't beat me.
You...won't beat me.

Together they could inspire an entire generation of change especially amongst young women--but today they used their gifts for the sole purpose of claiming the other's destruction. But, Zeon was right it was all Ziccarra's fault.

It was her fault her marriage with Quintus ended. It was her fault Isadora was killed, a fate that eventually befell her beloved grandson Marc Antony. The same effort she put into constructing this Liafador engine, she essentially used to destroy it.

But this sister? a 'Demon of the Pit?' To her knowledge she only had two sisters; half sisters at that. The Cerise Tactician Faatina Knightfall, despite being a former mentor and rival; never expressed any outward hatred towards The Goddess--save for one or two occasions. Then there was Sophia Liafador, she'd been off the grid for many many years. It was improbable that either of the two women would cease their lives to target Ziccarra now, but crazier things have happened.

"You...won't beat me..." Ziccarra pleaded. But her cries fell on deaf ears.

Once more Zeon tapped into her new power, using her unseen force to compromise the foundation of the dwelling, bringing the roof down on top of the Mazoi Princess. Though she was able to brace for impact, the sheer force from Zeon's new power level Ziccarra sprawled out amidst a mound of ceiling debris.

Her pristine skin now tarnished under the weight of steel beams and cinder ash, blood drip through every accessible orifice. Fatigue soon begin to set in, placing both Goddess and Demi-Goddess on a time clock. Rolling through the debris into a crouched position, her ears perked as she heard it cutting through the wind. With almost no time to act, Ziccarra's eyes glazed purple erecting a wall constructed to deflect the arrow seconds before plowing into her sternum.

Before Ziccarra could even make it back to one knee, she was forced to both knees by the Rage assassin. With her hands around her throat, the helpless goddess flailed to make sense of what was happening. Her normally porcelain tinted face explode with a distinctive blue hue.

She'd underestimated Zeon, the 'Puppet" of the Liafador family managed to cut her strings. Fueled by her desire to see Ziccarra's death she transformed herself into something The Goddess couldn't make sense of. Just as Ziccarra sought to concede and join her beloved grandson, images of those left to protect flooded her mind.

Maya, Tassi, Selene, Alexa, Leonel, and Catalina-- surely Zeon would expose them next; if they didn't implode before Zeon got to them. No, she couldn't accept a Warriors defeat, she needed the one thing her mother never had...a mother's resolve.

Allowing her head to hang low, the Goddess effectively feigned death until Zeon's grip cease. "The Sleeping Dragon Technique" It was a technique that allowed the Cardinal's access to their bodies involuntary processes; allowing her to effectively mimic death.

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She gave it a few, allowing the moment to sink in. Allowing her niece to enjoy what seemed to be a victory over the house of Pettis. It was a downfall nearly all Liafador's had.

They were blessed with beauty, brains, superior genetics; but they all seemingly had the same weakness--power. Throughout the battle thus far Ziccarra hadn't actually employed any of her most powerful techniques. This was a form of "active listening" she wanted to see how her niece would approach this fight.

Zeon came out power heavy, relying on skills she believed she mastered, while Z, for the most part, used abilities she'd already been known to have.

Now the kicker.

Kickstarting her body, Ziccarra immediately teleported toward the rear of Zeon looking to grapple the White Cardinal from behind. If successful, Mazoi Princess would then teleport them to one location that would for sure determine the outcome of this fight.

Here she was not the Goddess, she was just Ziccarra. Here she was at the mercy of the beast who dwelled within its unforgiving walls.

Here there were no powers, just skill and survival instincts. If successful the Red Cardinal and White Cardinal would continue their bout in the Pit.

Should Zeon somehow manage to escape the grapple then, essentially it'd be Ziccarra retreating to live another day. To conquer the pit once more. To reap the benefits of completing the demonic structure once more.

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If this works, she's gonna hate me!

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Ziccarra stood eying Zeon's eventual rise, sword and shield still in hand; despite having taken a powerful knee and fell mercy to Zeon's 'telekinesis' she still hosts a near perfect posture.

Zeon had always been a powder keg, impulsive, and explosive; now she'd be cursed blessed with the ability to harness those powers. They made her deadlier, more focused. Which drew the interest of the Mazoi Princess.

The New Warden of the False Bay couldn't hold back her angst for battle. She wanted to see just how much power Zeon could expunge before she delivered the "Kill Switch"

This battle crossed different realms of personal, for one, they were family. Two, They were the only two Matriarchs in the family's storied history. Three? they were rivals, the best of the Red Cardinal Faction against the best of the White Cardinal Faction.

Ziccarra's shield once again came to her aid to protect her from Zeon's flying blade, even whilst cauterizing her wound Zeon continued to spew hatred toward Z.

All the while, The Mazoi Princess had analyzed a few things about this 'new' Zeon. For one she now holstered both Close Quater and Far Range capabilities, which would prove tricky in navigating but not overly hard.

Again Zeon came in close, almost as if she were expecting it. Ziccarra dropped back into a warriors stance. What she did not expect was the cackling electricity to latch onto her frame sending her into a violent fit.

The electricity eventually deposits the La Malaguena to the ground, still convulsing in reaction to the powerful attack, she could hear the energy absorption mechanisms within her Elbow and Knee Pads, but also her Goddess Bangles. Steam sizzled off her frame, tremors cause her body to shake, as she stretches her hand to grasp the shattered concrete underneath them.

Her body finally found a way to store the energy, allowing the bloody and burnt goddess to rise back to a vertical base.

"Do you...know why..." She started, before casting an illusion of herself around Zeon, almost 10 of them. "Do you know why you were given the White Cardinals? Because I spared you. Your mother knew what kind of conqueror I was... when I returned to kill your father. She begged and pleaded until I had shown her sympathy. I was going to kill you all that day. Your Cardinals are white to symbolize how tu Madre surrendered to me...without a fight."

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"So what I am saying to you Zeon is...that you were born a failure to this family" Zeon's energy begin to crackle around her bangles, and eventually through the lifelike Illusions bangles.

"You charged into battle with me, and you honestly do not know If I am even here?. Perhaps I was Chance? and in that moment you showed weakness. Perhaps I rescued my daughter and left? You might be powerful Zeon, but you are not the protector of this family. Not by a long shot."

Smashing her bangles together, Ziccarra fired the captured Zeon's energy back at the Liafador Matriarch. Forecasting a miss, Z teleported to close the distance between them, looking to send a vicious yet archaic Cardinal technique towards Zeon. Attacking high from the air to gain the advantage from the electricity distraction.

The Mazoi Princess employed the 100 step faint technique, a moved Ziccarra mastered herself in the mountains of Tibet. She could hit it, in 20 seconds, 100 strikes to Zeon's pressure points. If successful, Zeon would have only 100 steps before she fainted. However, there was a contingency in place, in the faith that her niece was faster than she appeared to be, tagging her once was enough to allow Ziccarra's TK homing if she managed to hit Zeon just once she'd be able to deliver far range homing attacks, that'd help supplement her close quarters tactics.

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LOL we're not even in the city anymore

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