A Soul He Didn't Know He Had

  'What is she...', Toji questions himself after noticing Elska's discoordination. 'Something happened...', this now becoming a fact to him once observing how she frantically looks around though he's positive he doesn't sense the danger anymore.

  "Doll, what were you doing lying on the bench over there like that?", the question flies towards her; his eyes roaming in search for any marks left on her skin. 'Am I imagining things?', he gathers someone was here with her since he saw the barrier but, 'Who was it? Was she attacked?' The only reason he took his time today was because he knew she'd be with Megumi and the vessel. Toji can't help but marvel at the possibility of an error, 'Was I mistaken?'; knowing how unlikely that would be. 

  He's now staring into her face and taking in the disheveled look; timing her racing heart. She still hasn't met his eyes, something that is beginning to get under Toji's skin, 'She's really uncomfortable right now but why? Why does she seem so off?'

  This is exactly why he does what he does though. The few times he has huddled in his head over the internal battle of basically stalking her, he reminds himself that she is one of the targets. He's no longer privy to the internal movements of Getou and therefor remains perpetually uneased. Toji will never willingly let them take her; not with what they have planned, not anymore. A lot has changed in three months, including himself.

  'Why is she just standing there like she's in trouble? What went down here?', with the odd tension rising, he reaches out to put his hand on her cheek for comfort but also so he can finally see her eyes. Toji needs something to help him gauge this situation, to understand the pairing of distance invisibly wedged between them. "Elska...", his voice saddened when lifting her chin against her reluctance. She remains looking down, only meeting his eyes when he was done tilting her face upwards. Tears are now streaming down her face as they're racing to escape her emotional calamity.

  "Doll…", Toji ruggedly whispers as he pulls her into him only wanting to calm her down but the trembles resonating. 'What the fuck could it be? Should I ask? Was it...' he interrogates no one while looking around the hauntingly empty park,  'Was it them?' The faintest trace of a scent that resembles Getou's tickles his senses 'But wait a minute...', Toji's consideration is immediately dissuaded, 'Surely if that were the case though he would've made his move, right? It would've been the perfect time to.', now cursing himself for leaving Elska vulnerable. 

  "We have your beloved Satoru…", she repeats the man's words in her head; threatening more tears to fall. This means there's the possibility that he didn't leave her and there's no way an experience could be more bittersweet. 'Is he alright? What have they done with him?!' Toji envelopes her at this time. He feels so warm, so strong, his massive body cradling her into his chest as she's subconsciously searches for security.  She can't tell Toji, can she? What if it's a lie or a trap? If it's not, 'How would he react if I pleaded with him to help me save Sati? He still cares about Sati, right? That's his friend after all…'

  Then her heart drops.

  She's been intimate with Toji on more than just a few occasions and now she's possibly finding out that Satoru was taken and didn't leave her. Never in a million years would she have meant to be unfaithful or so deceptive. Not to him; her Sweet Sati.

  'Sati...'

  She can't bear the thought of Gojo's face when he finds out…his love wrapped around another, his friend at that. Would he even be able to look her in the eyes? Would she be able to look at him? What if he can't forgive her? Should she be forgiven?

  What an absolute train wreck of a situation.

  Fighting back the shame and disgust she feels for herself, she removes her buried face and turns her head so her right cheek is pressed against Toji's chest. She makes a movement indicating that she was going to step back but his arms are not budging, locking her there imposing his heartbeat. It's soothing though, something Elska quickly settles against; appreciating his adamance. Perhaps he could tell that she still wasn't completely back to normal. Can she even be normal?

  If she's not going to enlighten Toji, what can she say? He seems on alert and he's no fool, he suspects someone else was here too probably. Elska racks her brain. Could she say something as simple as she just needed a nap? No, that's fucking stupid. Maybe that she was overheated? No dumb ass, it's fall. She begins to panic. being unsure of how to handle this situation.

  Her body suddenly jolts internally, she has an idea.

  "YES."

  Encouraged by the ancient voice, Elska flashes much more collected and seductive eyes, "Toji…I think I just need to feed.", but ushers the end with a flirtatious flare. Her gaze shoots up to him to emphasize her reasoning, hoping that he believes her, hoping that since it's something he thoroughly enjoys too he'll be inclined to want to believe her.

  Toji pushes away from her slightly with his hands on her shoulders now. This time she initiated the eye contact herself without him having to mechanically influence her, 'Weird but ok.' That's a good sign at least. He's still learning about her and her physiology so part of him doesn't want to discount that she could just be feeling weak, or just needs nutrition. 'Damn and she's being kind of cute now too...', a small sigh exits him after studying her for a moment, it followed by an enticed grin. He takes her small, soft hand and thinks about how she feels smoother than the finest gems. Elska's fingers interlock into his before he's gifted with an adorable peck on the cheek. You'd think by this point he would've learned how to mask his excitement but he's always made to suffer through the widening of his lids or the stilling of his breath. He grumbles playfully in leu of admitting her victory. 

  "Alright then little one, let's get you home then so we can fix you up." Toji's tone going from serious to being laced with the tiniest hint of anticipation as he turns his head toward the entrance of the park. Swinging an arm around her waist, they make their way towards the exit.

  The sun is beginning to set now, the park peaceful and them looking like lovers that are in too deep. She tries to hide the fear that washed over her seconds before, not understanding what that could imply or if it was coincidence.

  'What the hell did he just call me?'

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  Naoya has been waiting in the trees. He usually wouldn't bother hiding…hiding, HA…this is more like he's trying to play a game. He's a proud lion patiently waiting to pounce on his prey. He feels so mighty as he waits, standing on a thick branch roughly 8 ft off of the ground, camouflaged by the foliage but left with the perfect view. He leans back a little so that he can search the night sky, check the stars.

  "She's late.", His deep voice states sharply after judging the time by the constellations overhead. 'He told her midnight, right?' he begins to wonder as he fiddles with the cloth lazily wrapped around his palm and wrist. They were certain she would show after baiting with Gojo but now his nerves are unraveling in the stagnant air. 

  "I can't believe she attacked him though and that he let her walk away unscathed." He's brought back to the moment when Getou returned with a gash across his face. "I guess it can't be helped if she's a key." He shrugs and tells himself still kind in disbelief that Suguru didn't hurt her. He doesn't want Getou to harm her anyways, she may not have had any fight left if he had and that just wouldn't be as much fun.

  He's still passing time by getting lost in his head when he feels a presence. It's warm, soft but also a commanding presence. He turns to find Elska walking into the park, alone, "My, my...", Naoya's amber eyes glint to the complete evolution in her radiation. She didn't give off these kinds of vibrations before, Naoya was actually only aware of her cursed energy because of reports from Toji. She's exuding a fearsome aura tonight though and there'd be no greater liar if he denied himself by how turned on it make him. 

  The temperature dropped at least 15° since she was here earlier, she notes this as she crosses through the barrier, missing the warmth. "Alright...so...where is he?", she doesn't see the long-haired man, 'What was his name, Geta?', realizing now that she doesn't see anyone but is not completely surprised by that. Most are lucky enough to have their loved ones with them, at home. 

  She walks above the same sidewalk she sauntered along earlier but this time her head is up and constantly swiveling, waiting for what will probably be a surprise attack, 'If he's even here.' She's more than prepared tonight if he is. She had a hefty helping of Toji and his powerful blood not long ago. She'll fight whoever she needs to and win.

  This patronizes her though. Is this for real? Would she really be able to see Satoru again? Her heart flutters at the possibility but then sinks when she considers the probability. This wasn't something Elska could just ignore though, not if there was even the slightest chance that man was telling the truth, 'Sati would do the same for me.'

  She has now reached the same area where she was first greeted by that strange creep. Her gaze meets the bench that she was pinned to, recalling how hard it was to breathe when he forced the wind out of her lungs. She was a pretty well recognized as a strong shaman but so she can't help but take in the fact that suit guy was unbothered by her attacks; or how easy it was for him to immobilize her. This all brings her to the fact that he claimed to have Sati, 'What kind of man would it take to capture him?' She's beginning to wonder if she shouldn't have lied to Toji about where she was going. Can she even trust Toji though? His thrilling blood is trying to tell her something, she just still can't decode it.

  All of her swirling thoughts come to an abrupt halt when she hears the rustling of leaves followed by a heavy thump. She's unable to turn around fast enough before feeling the breath in her right ear, titillating her slightly.

  "How I've missed you…", the words are complemented by the motion of her hair being brushed away from her neck, the owner's fingers lightly caressing the skin. The tone of the voice, this deep voice, it does not match the gentleness of the touch. Another hand scoops to her stomach where she's held against him as he shares, "You've been much on my mind."

  Elska's mind crawls to a halt, 'Wait just a fucking minute.', more questions are generated, 'That voice!'

  She whips around to find the same blonde man from three months ago hovering over her with a famished expression. She doesn't think to fight at first but instead considers fleeing. Back then, she couldn't have explained to anyone why she went with the defensive maneuver when it was extremely probable that she was stronger.

  "You..?!", Elska's genuinely surprise expels from her sharply all while she turns to make her escape.

  Naoya sees she's trying to run and he's certainly not having that, "Tch." It took him days to fully mentally recover from their last exchange, the whole experience rocked his reality. He had no idea that anything like this, like her, even existed. There hasn't been a single night that's passed where she didn't pop into the forefront of his mind. He smiles confidently once the tapping of her footsteps rattle across the sidewalk, assuring himself that she's not getting away. 

  Engaging his speed amplifying technique, Naoya quietly taunts to the back of her head, "Oh my dear, haha, you are not going anywhere." The Zenin lowers his body in a relay-like stance, grins and in an instant he's blocking her path.

  Elska sensed his locational switch but it all happened so fast that she wasn't able to process that knowledge.

  Naoya swings and hits her so hard in the stomach that she can't even cry out as she flies backwards into a thick tree. Her back bounces against the wooden surface causing her arms to fly out and back on either side of her.

  He takes advantage of this moment and grabs her arms to hold above her head, jamming a knee between her thighs. He unravels the cloth that was loosely wrapped around his hand and quickly ties her wrists together. She's struggling against him, huffing and cursing as he positions her to be trapped between him and the tree, her weight on his thigh as she can surely no longer feel the earth beneath her feet. She screams for him to stop and then calls him all sorts of names, none of which will stand however.

  "RUDE!", he gasps as steadies her the best he can, offended in totality by her response, "You should be grateful of my interest if we're being honest! And I have a name woman!" 

  In all the fights she's ever been in, Elska can't help but notice that this is the most unconventional battle ever.

  "I am the Naoya Zenin."

  The pretty blonde boy huffs with regal air as if she's supposed to then grovel and beg for his forgiveness. The pride is plastered all over his face like, striking her with humor, He's actually fucking serious!"

  "Hmph.", left disrespected, Naoya takes her tied arms and ducks his head as he loops them around his neck, forcing the distance between them to shorten. His eyes look down on her as she splashes a defiant look up at him. Suddenly he has to ask himself, why is he doing this? He doesn't feel the same blatant sexual barbarism he did last time, he's in full control.

  "WHERE IS HE?!" Elska cries out into the Zenin's face. "Where is SATI?!"

  "How lame.', Naoya chuckles at the nickname, knowing that Satoru doesn't have an "I" in it; mocking at how absolutely ridiculous that sounds to himself. 

  Enjoying the control, he confesses, "Did you really think I would bring him? HA Pretty foolish…" Further amused by the naivety, his lecherous intentions peer through his villainous veil, "You need to only focus on one name tonight my dear, and that is mine." Naoya's voice trails out through his grin as the leud scenes suddenly take root and play out before him, behind his eyes. 

  She yelps nervously when he takes her chin into his right hand and steadies it; switching his gaze back and forth between her confused eyes as if he was looking for something, although not even he knows what that was.

  'What am I doing?', the spiraling disaster of plans burn once lowers his focus to her lips, discovering his desire to be latched to them. Naoya then leans into her heavily, his voice humming low as their skin meets. He wasn't able to do this last time and due to the pure enjoyment he remains there. The innocence vanishes when his body commands his tongue into her mouth; swiping hers with a moan before bringing his left hand up to cup her breasts.

  Why can't I keep my hands off of her?', He really planned on fighting her too at least, he's wanted to gauge her abilities but that's all deteriorating as he loses himself in this tantalizing moment, 'How is she able to do this to me? How?!'

  To assert his dominance and attempt to draw out of her what he suffers, Naoya raises his knee between her thighs to apply pressure to her sensitive areas knowing her weight bore on him. She's trying to hide her sounds but he's so close to her, their mouths connected that he can feel them as they betray her. When he finally breaks the kiss, Naoya finds himself heavy with lust and works up the courage to gaze upon this freaky chick. Yet another astonishing attribute of hers becomes visible.

  "What is this?", hesitancy looming in the inquisitive Zenin's question.

  Elska's eyes are beginning to glow a deep red and her body temperature is rising fast. Naoya's eyes blare open as hers pierce into his soul; a soul he didn't know he had.  The contortion of her face is like she's in pain or is about to burst into tears. For the slightest second, he actually wonders if he is in the wrong. Naoya actually feels badly thinking that she's about to sob because she was trapped by him.

  That's when her eyes brim with horror, absolute horror. It's only for a moment but he knows fear when his sees it. He's caused this expression many times before and regardless of the wearer, there's a universally unearthly point of recognition when one's fear is translated through their face. Her lids then squeeze shut and in the same motion throws her head back and lets out the loudest and most seductive moan he's ever heard.

  He feels that sonic-like wave again barreling through him again, her being its epicenter. It begins in his head and bleeds down through the rest of his body, all of his being.

  His chest tightens up.

  He feels feverish.

  He can't breathe.

  'Oh fuck'…Naoya's brain struggles to articulate, 'that scent…'

  Elska's pinned there helplessly as her body reacts to this Naoya Zenin, again. Is it because of how he tastes? No, she hasn't even been exposed to his blood this time. Is it because of what he's doing to her? That is a possibility for sure but she can't help but fear there is more going on here than simply that.

  Triggering her pheromones shouldn't be that easy. The only man that was able to make her bend like this was Satoru.

  'Sati…'

  She wishes she could use her wings to escape but she doesn't see the wide tree that she is against giving. She's stinned pinned and unless she figures out something fast, she'll be finding herself at the unfortunate whims of this stranger.

  He's panting above her; his once roaming hand now firmly gripping her hip and his other hand holds his temple and head, hair spilling out between his fingers. She doesn't know how it's possible but somehow he seems to actually be fighting it. There's only one person who was able to keep their urges at bay when exposed, one. "What do you want from me?!", she screams while anxiously wondering, 'What is he going to try and do?' Tantalizing thoughts creep into the back of her mind...of herself and this Zenin man as her heart beat begins racing. Elska closes her eyes, 'These fucking pheromones.'

'Sati…'

  'WHAT THE FUCK!!!?', Naoya's mind races with inviting scenarios all of which are centered around her. He doesn't understand how or why she brings him to his knees but while he chokes the frustration can be felt coursing over his features.

  'Fuck it burns!', He's losing it again.

  His eyes flutter shut as he inhales her pheromones, his brow creasing as deeply as it could fall. 

  Naoya's struggling to take in oxygen that he feels he desperately needs because when he heaves in the air around him, he's suffocated in that scent. Fuck he loves it, loves how it opens his mind, heightens his senses. He opens his eyes and although the view of their bodies is what should be seen, his memory of the landscape overloads. He wants to drown in all of this, in her.

  He now calmly lifts up his head to look at her while bringing his hand down to her other hip. She's staring at him and holding her breath or so he thinks by her statuesque mannerisms.

  Unnerved, Elska dares to question his actions, "What are yo-wait!?", but is silenced by shock itself.

  Naoya grunts and lifts her body up away from the tree and walks over to a flatter, grassier area just a few feet away. He feels the heaviness of his stern look as it reflects in her eyes, those of which are still lightly glowing. He gently lays her on her back in the grass, the gesture even surprising himself.

  Elucidation would be nice here but unfortunately, Naoya wouldn't know where to begin. Instead, he inserts his body between her, trying not to pull up on her arms that are still fastened at the wrists behind his neck. 'She doesn't even look the same anymore...' he notes at her expression as its since morphed into something soft, vulnerable and angelic. Naoya leans and kisses her again as he manipulates her above the knee skirt out of the way. He's slowly dragging the tips of his fingers across her underwear, feeling pretty confident in himself until he grazes her underwear and feels how damp they are; his long silent sigh expressing the loud, gratified Fuuuuuuuuck echoing his skull.

  He hooks her underwear with a finger, pulling it aside and slowly inserts two others immediately as if he wouldn't have another chance if the panties slid back. Elska gasps under her breath, jolting his attention to fixate on her reaction. She's squirming from his touch but doesn't seem to be fighting him in any way shape or form. 'Why not?', he fleetingly wonders as he's made to understand their relationship even less.

  He's now growling into her neck and biting her collar bone as he begins to snap his wrist, specifying his angle and pace. She's actually tightening around his fingers and openly moaning, no longer muzzling herself.

  'Why can't I stop myself?, answers evading him when snug grip clenches again, 'Why do I find that I'm at my richest when she's around?'

  He lifts up to look at her face. Her arms being outstretched around him makes it feel like share a much more intimate connection than they do. Time would never allow Naoya to share everything running through his head but fate would appear to be on his side with the Elders vote landing on him. They've always valued Naoya; the feeling mutual.

  'This girl though...', Naoya studies her in awe while masterfully twisting his wrist. She's half lidded with her chin tilted up but is looking down towards him with furrowed brows. Quiet whines travel into his ears; rivaled by the sweet gushing of her acceptance.

  Fuck, he is loving this.

  Naoya feels her becoming wetter by the thrust and he can no longer contain the curiosity of what it would feel like to be buried within her. He needs to know.

  He pulls his hand back from between her legs; she cries out when he leaves her empty. Fumbling to find the slot in his pants, he growls with irritation until he's able to successfully expose himself. "Damn...", he's already hard…really hard.

  Naoya glance back up at her face while pumping himself a few times, waiting to see how she responds but she's still lying there lasciviously waiting for him to continue. He tries to adjust himself but her arms being strung around him is starting to get in the way. He figures she's been so good for him up until now that he could give them back to her. He would prefer this actually.

  Ducking his head again, he guides her right forearm up over his head and lays the conjoined limbs onto her chest. Now he's posturing himself upright and widening his knees; snapping her by the waist closer to him. Naoya grabs himself by the base as he heavily breathes over her and aligns himself. He pulls her panties over to the side once again and pushes the tip of himself into her core. Amazement and pride consumes him as he watches Elska as she shuts her eyes and moans to his weight leaning into her. 'Fuck she's so warm, so wet, so tight.', all of these intoxicating factors causing him to spill, "You feel…mm…amazing.", in the form of shaky, wholehearted whisper. She moans in agreeance.

  Naoya backs out so that he can coat his shaft with more of her, ardor compelling his deviousness to inquire, "Do you like this baby? Do you want more?" He's actually teetering on the edge as he waits for her to admit that she wants him; ready to receive her praise. He begins to shift back into her again, submerging himself halfway but buckles forward from the sheer pleasure. A sound similar to a low fwooo funnels out of Naoya in the form of an exhale, 'Fuck she feels incredible.' He nudges his hips, preparing to go deeper and nearly fumbles the ball when Elska cries out in heat not distress; her slickened walls clenching him and suctioning him into her. He'd almost forgotten what he asked her until the answer stabs him.

  "Yes, please…Sati! Fuck me!"

  Naoya freezes in place.

  ...…

  …

  "What."

  He stops, feeling a cold chill run down his spine, warping his entire aura.

  Naoya snatches her face, her cheeks being squeezed by his fingers. He lowers his head down over hers, the heat of his glare enough to snap her out of her trance "What the fuck did you just say?" His heart feels like ice and his patience with Satoru Gojo's involvement with her runs out, "What did you just call me?", his tone increasingly becoming angrier. 

  Elska blinks but what she discovers is Naoya Zenin inches away boring holes into her soul. "Get off of me!", startled, she brings her knees up to her chest and uses the leverage to push off against his, allowing her to half-ass roll backwards over her right shoulder. When she stands, she finds Naoya getting to his feet with his face full of rage his manhood is exposed. "No way...were we-...", she feels the slickness between her thighs and realizes that she was having sex with Naoya, not Gojo.

  'It felt so fucking good though!!', she recalls, feeling the lingering sensation of the Zenin's touch on her almost as if electricity was lightly dancing on the surfaces where he applied himself on her, inside of her. An abrupt rush of sensations travel straight to her core where she's reinforced with the idea that there's something about Naoya that triggers her animalism. 'This fucking guy?', the details of his dyed hair and vain aura lead her to question what about him could be so magnetizing, not finding anything blatant.

  'I knew Satoru wasn't here so why would I slip into that weird state?', the unknown looms ominously when she's left with the odd feeling that her body tricked her. She wonders if the body is truly her own but shakes the delusion and recenters, 'Of course it is…but then if so then what the hell was that???!!' When her eyes again befall Naoya she's able to tell that he has similar questions.

  What a sick body.

  Elska turns to run as best she could while trying to break her bonds by teeth, which creates awkward footing. 'Go, go go!', the chant gifting her additional urgency. She can't give into that guy, can't let him see this, can't let him know that he holds this power over her. Relief cycles her veins when comprehending that he doesn't seem to be chasing her; she can still sense that he's behind her, probably in that same spot.

"Damn it!', She can't undo the knots with her teeth alone and she doesn't see anything sharp enough to assist her. Panic was near flourish but a grin crosses her lips instead of a frown.

  Her wings.

  Elska stops running and lifts her hands above and behind her head, as far as they would go before bending her elbows. After taking a deep breath, her hands lower behind towards her spine where she winces but then relinquishes hesitation. With her complete diaphram, Elska releases a screech almost; an almost unhuman composition of sound as her eyes begin to glow and water. The stretching of her skin and muscle corrupts her stature as she attempts to assimilate the right frequency within her mind to allow the wings to take a sharp form prior to being released. You'd think the edges of the metal feathers would hurt less than blunt bone…it does not.

  "Absolutely not!", Naoya belts into the evening sky. Elska isn't about to get away. Certain of her was ignorance of his projection technique, he plans to use it to be able to break down the seconds into multiple sets of frames and blow her fucking mind and snatch her ass up.

  Fuck her. Fuck Gojo.

  His pride wounded, Naoya makes he way to his once again prey. He's not even running, just quickly and quietly approaching her from the trail of scent she leaves behind. He sees her with her arms behind her head and wonders, "Has she given up?", but continues to study her as he nears ;a wild grin appearing to match his narrowed eyes. He hears the cry…if you can call it that, what a weird fucking sound. His mind registers that it came from her but he's still not believing it because of how unholy it was. It genuinely creeps him out.

  Suddenly massive white feathered wings erupt from Elska's back. The wind she creates as they explode from her and fully expand sends leaves and dirt swirling so he uses his sleeve to avoid debris in his eyes. When the gust is gone, he sees that a few loose metailc feathers have impaled their surroundings, one near his foot, as other soft white feathers slowly cascade to the ground around her.

  The sight of her leaves Naoya with a slacked jaw, 'It looks so...she…is so stunning.' He momentarily forgets his rage as he takes in the girl and her angel-like wings. His foot takes him a step closer while he racks his brain, 'What is she?' One positive takeaway here though is at least that better explains the aftermath of her apartment, that of which disturbed Naoya upon not knowing where the fuck all the feathers came from, 'So those were hers?', his heart faltering when recalling all of the blood they were matted in.

  "Better pay attention...", he iterates to himself, taken out of his thoughts as he notices that her hands are free. He begins to initiate his projection technique as he chooses the best path to attack and selects one.

  The pain from calling her wings subsides and she's feeling anew, revitalized and no longer clouded by desires. She also suddenly feels her feet being swept from beneath her.

  'That fucking Naoya.', angrily, she steadies herself with the additional balance that her feathers add when he sees him approaching from her right. She folds her wings for a moment to push off the ground with her right foot, leaning her body into an angle in the air. She does a full rotation and brings the same right foot out, bearing fangs as it connects with his neck.

  "HOW?", Naoya barks at her, palming his neck and jumping back. He's fast enough to not take the full impact which hes thankful for after judging the force behind it. Earlier he was able to utilize his projection without issue so this novel interreference gnaws at him, 'How did she interrupt my frames?' He's never dealt with that before. Gearing to initiate a follow up move, Naoya's breath becomes hitched once analyzing some differences with Elska.

  Her face is now flat. The emotion and other characteristics that would usually identify her non-existent. Her eyes, unexpressive. She faces Naoya, bringing her right palm flush to her chest so that her fingers are uncomfortably pointing towards her head. She breathes in but another sonic like wave the rings out from her but it varies from the pheromones; this one shakes everything around them.

  "Wha-what is she about to do?!", Naoya scrambles to his feet, dashing towards her in an oddly driven attempt to save her from something. "ELSKA!",,he calls out, riddled with grief when she fails to change back.

  She's gathering red energy from her chest and locks her eyes onto the blonde man.

  'He's dangerous', That voice within her speaks, guiding her reasoning.

  'Not yet'

  In this moment, Elska understands.

  Naoya halts, his eyes unfastening as he's trying to figure out if this is the same girl or not. 'It is, right?', he doesn't move though, he's just watching her build her attack against him. This is what he wanted to fight for isn't it?

  Never blinking, she whips her arm out into extension with her palm now facing him but her fingers are bent and folded down at the second knuckle. As she releases the red lightening from her hand, it looks as if blood is suddenly pumped through her wings and exiting to the ground around her. It's startling to see, the amount she lost making it appear as though she should collapse any second. To Naoya's surprise though, she feigns unphased and her malicious red energy is then released, synchronized and dashing towards him within a fraction of a second.

  'Well shit.'