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Excerpt from Season 3, final fight:
Jenny vs. Edison
It was him. Red and blue eyes met with dark green eyes. She pushed past her comrades, her teammates, her friends. Only a few of them were still standing. There were some on the ground, too weak to fight anymore. It didn't matter anymore. All she wanted was him - to pierce his cold heart with her blade.
He kept his stoic personality as he eyed her closely, perhaps maybe even with the slightest bit of amusement. His large scythe was held in one hand, resting on one shoulder, and he looked rather casual. Too casual. Her fingers were glued to the hilt of her blade, knowing that he was the one who had caused everyone so much trouble. Soft voices washed over the silence, but that didn't matter either. If her friends were warning her to stop, it was pointless. Even Ur's voice, the one that often echoed in her mind when they were merged together, seemed muffled by the rings of wrath and revenge.
Without warning, she dashed at him. Using Ur's power, movement was as quick as a flash of lightning. She swung her blade easily, but he parried just as easily with his scythe. Their speed - their dance - increased quickly. Sparks of lightning shot into the air when the two blades met, and the static rushed through both of them.
Always, always with his cold demeanor. If he was tired, he was definitely hiding it. But suddenly, he feinted, the movement caught her off guard, and he managed to land a kick on her. That sent her stumbling backwards, and her wings, made of magical energies imbued with the power of lightning, made a soft buzzing noise. A sign that she was running low on power. Of course, her previous fight had been taxing. It was by sheer willpower that she was able to summon whatever was left of Ur's magic. She tried to focus on what was ahead of her, that boy that was running towards her now...
Stop fighting, you have to get away! Ur's worried voice filled her ears.
I... Flashes of her previous fight flooded her mind. He made him do it; he threw his... servant... at his own friends. And she trusted him too. The pain that had crossed over those usual bright, amethyst eyes. ...can't.
His right hand shot forward, connecting with her chest and shoving her back. She felt herself impact painfully into the wall behind her, pieces of it crumbling off and dropping onto the floor noisily. If she cried out, she didn't hear herself. Her heart was beating fast, and her heartbeats echoed in her ear. He was pinning her against the wall, his other hand gripping his scythe. And yet, still, his cold expression held fast.
"Your efforts are futile."
Efforts? She didn't give a damn about their mission now. She was on her own mission. She had saved her friend, and now... she met his piercing gaze with her own glare. Now, she had to kill him.
Her body was numb now, she was sure. She didn't feel anything but anger. She moved her hand up shakily and grabbed the arm that was holding her against the wall. She lowered her head for a second, tired, but determined. At that moment, she looked up at him, her breathing steady. She sent a wave of electricity concentrated on her hand, and she snarled words laced with anger and hints of something deeper... like a growing madness.
"You will die."