Labyrinth sighed. There was a crackling behind her as she flicked her sword to rid it from blood then to purse her lips at the figure rising from the mist.
"I should have known better than to trust you with that power, Ultrajoe."
"You Should Have Known Better Than To Trust, Labyrinth."
"Perhaps."
They stood for a while longer before the first blow rang out. Labyrinth's Bansword tortured a screech of metal from Ultrajoe's forearm where he'd lifted it to block. There was barely a blink as he swung forward with the Dominator and pulled the trigger, explosions enough to rip her body to shreds if Laby hadn't erected a firewall to protect herself.
"How Clever," Ultrajoe said as he prodded at the wavering mass of flames, getting a scorched finger for the trouble. "You've Certainly Learned Well. But What About Trogans?"
The horse slammed Labyrinth backwards, her boots scraping over the cement floor. Keeping the firewall in place with one hand she spun her sword with the other and prepared to thrust it through as soon as the wall broke. The horse started screaming, pouring pixels like blood. Labyrinth beheaded it and turned her attention firmly on The Ultrajoe. His gaze was like a weight tied to her shoulders and each blast of the Dominator sent a chill down her spine. Yet, she found she could move fast enough to keep out of his line of fire, spiralling around until they were close enough for melee combat.
WoooooooshhhTANGGGG!! Crunch. Clang. At close range the deep scratches left by Laby's sword were obvious. The blade bounced off of the Dominator when it was swung like a club, cracking two of her ribs. Sharp stabs of pain made her wheeze as she pirouetted to stab into the gap between Ultrajoe's breastplate and his shoulder guard. He hissed in pain and pushed her back to bring the Dominator around.
Something welled up within her. Something strange. She put a hand over the barrel of the Dominator and smiled as it was but indented by an explosion. No splatter of blood nor explosion of pain. Something had changed, Labyrinth had the upper hand.
With that upper hand she hacked down on the helmet, cleaving it in two with a final ban. Purplerain paused in his guitar solo to cock a brow and smile at Doki while she wiped her Bansword off and slid it back into the handle of her Mop. The floor was already spreading with dark, crackling blood. There'd be plenty to do for the next while.
Behind her there was a giggle. Boom. The world exploded.