There was a stir among the sand. Dozens of trails lead off into the arid wasteland, overlapping countless times. Two figures appeared through the sandy wind, a large jet black horse trotting along the trail almost like an elephant, mounted by a figure in a lush purple cloak. The other figure appeared to be some sort of humanoid creature with a grey exoskeleton, sealed eyes, and a dirty brown, leather cloak that covered its face. They were hastefully following the trail, and sustaining a constant speed with each other.
Eventually they come up on a large fleet of automobiles kicking up a large dust cloud, mainly consisting of fast, minimally armed APCs salvaged from the old world, and some hardly armed cars rigged mainly for speed. The lead of the fleet of cars was a sports car with light reinforcements to its hull, but had the frame of another welded over the top, a woman standing out in a black and red cape. She didn't seem to mind the sandy winds blowing around as she stood out, looking into the distance without so much as a sign of mannerisms of any kind. She wouldn't even tend to her short blonde hair being blown into her eyes for brief instances. Her strong blue eyes of ambition would be unblinking, yet a sense of empty dread lingered in her gaze.
The horse rider and the humanoid accelerated steadily once they inspected the fleet from their distance, and closed in, rounding over the dust cloud. As the two cloaked beings approached, the woman's majestic, stoic-like figure finally moved, being given a pair of binoculars, and pointed to the two figures approaching. Once she had seen them, she lifted an arm out to signal a stop, showing a black mechanical arm with pink gold trims and accents. The whole fleet skitted to a halt quickly, and kicked up sandy clouds.
The two figures would stop as well as the woman sunk in her vehicle, and exited through the door. As she stepped out her gold trimmed, plated thigh-high boots shuffled and clanked, and shook some sand out. A gust of wind knocked more sand off of her black, thick leather top and gold accented skirt coat all which hid under her cape with its black exterior and red interior. "So you've found me at last, bug man, girl." She leveled her gaze at the two as the horse rider dismounted with armor plating shuffling inside their cloak. They rose their hands out from under the cloak, female arms stuck out with a fairly dark complexion under a pair of short, fingerless gauntlets, her cloak folded into a cape then.
"This time will be your undoing, bug man. I see what your strategy was, let her wear me down, and then come in to finish me. Cowardice." The woman before them in black spouted calculatively, and just as she had said, the one in purple stepped forward.
"You won't get to fight Niall this time. I won't even need techniques or gimmicks to finish you this time." The purple caped woman in her Roman silver plated armor over a thick leather top assured confidently. Her armor seemed to be of Elven craft, accented with red wine, and fitted with a lush purple, hooded, and thick linen cloak collapsible to a cape. She finally lowered her hood, elf ears stuck out from under her brown soft hair that sat in braids tied over the collar. She unclipped her cape as she readied a stance. "Hoh it would take you much more than a year to become strong enough like that, but if you're done with your silly martial arts by that, then good."
"I don't care why you're running such an organization, but it won't go on the way you're doing things, and certainly not while I'm around." The Elf unclipped her cape, and cracked her knuckles while the woman spat on the ground. Immediately she advanced to the Elf, briefly catching her off guard before she launched a counter attack, they both barely hit each other, missing by their necks. They recoiled, the woman only recovering to just attack relentlessly again. The Elf engages her in rush attacks, exchanging blows at a rapid succession that appeared as dozens of fists flying. The Elf appeared to have an upper hand since the woman had a mechanical arm, even despite launching the larger rush attack.
They finally stopped, and zoomed in through each other, spilling some blood. The Elf stood with her armor creaking in stress. The woman looked at her with a smirk "Well done, Elf! Bale'mah, the people certainly did have a reason to call you a savior, I'll admit, but you barely avoided me."
"I was a little soft, otherwise your jaw would be split open so you wouldn't speak such arrogance again." This "Bale'mah" threatened. The woman's neck begun to swell with veins appearing. She screamed as it bursted, and barely managed to pierce it, somehow preventing further bleeding while she rubbed the wound with a glowing energy. The humanoid creature leaned in, Bale'mah creasing her eyebrows. The woman was still glaring at her, seeing a sympathy growing in the Elf's eyes.
"No... how did you learn this... Hokuto RyuKen was vanquished six generations ago! What sad fate brought you into the two thousand year history of the Hokuto..." Bale'mah would step forward to the woman "Rosalia... where did you learn this style...", she pressed on sorrowfully with this "Rosalia".
"Does it matter? Right now you are absolutely dead--I haven't used this martial arts nonsense in a while..", Rosalia snarled as she begun to radiate an empty, inhuman aura. "And for a good reason." She readied a stance then, advancing steadily. She closed in, and begun to exchange a few blows with Bale'mah, slamming fists into each other in specific places, and barely blocking the other, hardly getting to do fein attacks. Their clash only lasted so briefly, and they both faltered simultaneously before recovery and taking advantage. Rosalia was the first, and leaped up into the air as Bale'mah barely got back up, given no chance to intercept the next attack.
What would seem to be the tenth of a second would occur a blinded flash of movement that projected Rosalia into the air, the imprint of a boot appearing in her leather top, and out came blood being forced from her mouth in a violent cough. Bale'mah managed an impossible feet, not just in display of how limber she appeared, but also a reflex that happened far too fast to intercept, and far too deadly to recover from soon. She stood single footed, surprised by the instantaneous counter-attack. Rosalia fell to the ground hard, wheezing until she managed stance again.
"What... was that...?! How did you recover that fast...!" she was too confused to notice the damage done was more severe than she was feeling, since her leather top was almost gone, revealing a surface of a body that appeared patchy with synthetic textures, only a feminine chest mesh was over her bare torso. Her abdomen sustained a good bit of damage, bits of burnt fibers flaked off slowly.
"The silly martial arts you resent? Doesn't have bright sides, but aren't as bad as Hokuto RyuKen. The Gō no Ken branch offers an awfully difficult technique that is only achieved through the mind's eye. Muso Insatsu. If you know Chinese arts just as well, then you'd know what the Japanese Romaji translates to." Bale'mah explained blazingly, giving away a trump card. Rosalia stood back as her right sleeve slowly came off with her top, clenching her side with frustration gritting her teeth for her. She charged, the limber Elf leaped back as Rosalia dropped her stance and immediately thrusted her fists to project a mass of her aura at Bale'mah. Bale'mah's after image passed through, and rammed Rosalia with both arms crossing, and slamming into Rosalia over the collar, knocking her down. She immediately recovered, and pushed herself off the ground and into the air.
The look in her eye started to become twisted, and she darted down with oozing aura, kicking Bale'mah down to the ground. She didn't stop there, instead she dug her boot in hard, and just as she landed on her other foot, she swung the Elf into the air with blood streaming from her mouth and abdomen. She left Rosalia's foot in moments, and Rosalia projected her aura forth at Bale'mah, trapping her in it, and levitating her in a dark demonic atmosphere. Bale'mah struggled, but found that she was completely without friction, and had no time to adapt as Rosalia begun her next movement.
"I'll pierce you with over a thousand different points!" Rosalia shouted, and following that the image of thousands of hands appeared from all angles around the atmosphere, and closed in fast, giving Bale'mah little to no time to counter or evade. Once they came, she was almost done for, giving it as much effort as possible to fend off the onslaught. The humanoid in the background hesitantly shifted in, but stopped itself, backing off still. The technique finished finally, and Bale'mah fell to the ground, her armor came apart with her top shredded, and painted in blood.
Rosalia cackled, oozing with more of the demonic aura as the look on her face became more twisted and driven to madness it seems. Bale'mah stuttered a bit, and barely stood up. When she looked up, she saw something else in those twisted eyes of Rosalia's. She saw the dread which had been lingering before they had fought, and upon such she saw a future she could stop, completely disregarding Rosalia's sake. With those visions in mind, she started to come down to terms with the situation of a lost cause, and rose her voice with a life-like aura bursting to life, ripping the rest of her thick top and leaving on a cropped, light colored top, and was shown her immense build revitalizing, and became more honed than before.
"So she's finally come to terms with it all... Rosalia's far too gone in whatever madness she is in..." the humanoid commented as Bale'mah prepared for their third, and final round. She started closing in as Rosalia stared her down with more aura oozing, as though each time they met eyes she became more furious. They went into non-stop clashing, exchanging attacks at superhuman speeds and forces, and causing shock waves from their clashing attacks. Rosalia keeps pulling through the ones she sustains, and goes into a relentless pursuit that knocks Bale'mah off balance, only to have fein fall, and tosses a kick right at her neck level, catching herself from the ground by hand.
It only momentarily knocks Rosalia back to give the Elf some space, and when she got up she rotated her hands about into a blur of an illusion, and thrusts her fists forward to projecting a colossal amount of aura, shouting "Tensho Honretsu!", as it plowed through Rosalia, and threw her over a dozen meters in distance. When she recovered from impact, she was soaked with blood and sweat, wheezing as she crawled out from the hole she crashed into. Her demonic aura was thinning out briefly, before oozing back out. She went to close their distance, but Bale'mah appeared before her, and shifted back to unleashing her fury into over a hundred fists being delivered to Rosalia's body in countless designated points, and finishing with a loud "Ho watah!", uppercutting Rosalia deep in the abdomen, and punching a hole through her chest. She flew into the air, and hit the ground hard.
Rosalia barely managed stance again, only to meet eyes again with the Elf's sympathetic gaze, her sorrow becoming greater as the struggle went on. Rosalia became more furious, and screamed as she collected all her demonic aura into herself, it vanishing all together. She then went to throw an attack at the open Elf who didn't flinch, even when she stopped. She was hesitant, went back, and slams her mechanical arm into Bale'mah's chest, shattering her arm against it and only leaving her fingers stuck in her right peck. She almost fell over, but turned to throw a kick, missing as Bale'mah stepped aside.
"That's enough, Rosalia..." Bale'mah dismissively dodged another attack with a voice broken by tears falling. She grabbed Rosalia by the arm, and held her there. She would only go to pull her arm from its socket to free herself, snarling as she went to deliver more fruitless attacks. She would only stumble on a foot.
"… Are you... going to finish her...?" The humanoid stepped in finally.
"No... she's already dead..." Bale'mah responded, still in tears as Rosalia went to take another step, but then her neck wound bursts open, and her knees, elbow, and back soon followed, splitting open, and pouring blood painfully even from her pores. The impressions of 4 fingers were pulsing in her knees, appearing to be the size of her own hands. Her twisted face fell silent to rest as she fell, and the demon finally fell back to the ground for good, soaking in her own spilled blood.
"She... she performed Sekkatsu-Ko... why...?" Bale'mah asked, breaking into more tears.
"Sekkatsu-Ko... the vital point technique which trades the practitioner's life for extraordinary strength... I heard it was practiced only by so few, who won battles, yet only doubled the body count..." The humanoid noted from memory.
"Why though... she knew Hokuto RyuKen, and was far too deep in the Makai, but why did she trade her life and soul for all... this...?" Bale'mah pondered. By now Rosalia's fleet of automobiles were long gone, having left when she was turning mad.
Moments later, Bale'mah was standing beside her horse at a set gravestone, and burial mound with the humanoid creature. Bale'mah's body condition and apparel were all already restored somehow. The three stood by the grave in observation of a moment of silence for the fallen fighter whose determination brought her to seeking a mutual death. It's as if she knew she were to fall soon, yet refused to go down quietly. After their ceremony, Bale'mah and her companion left side by side, the Elf mounted on her horse as they disappeared into the arid wasteland, except this time the Elf departed to travel alone, and followed the trails left by Rosalia's fleeing gang.
Bale'mah went on her own, and had no rest in seeking out Rosalia's gang, and those close to her to find out more about Rosalia, and why she was so pitifully desperate to fight to the death.
The humanoid creature, or whom was referred to as Niall, traversed back North, and left the continent for the European and Asian continents to contemplate its lonesome existence upon the throne which it sat upon as it had before. Niall rested there 'till it was needed again, whether for company, companionship, or tutoring when needed.