Yang vs Harpy

Gilda normally would have gone chasing after someone who had just insulted her. She normally would beat them into a bloody pulp. Normally, they would be dead meat, but these weren't normal circumstances and her enemy wasn't exactly normal either. She was going to stand her ground and it had absolutely nothing to do with her claustrophobia. No, it did not. If she really wanted to, she would go charging in, but she didnt. Who likes hallways anyways, Their stupid and tiny, way too constrictive for wings.

Gilda imagined that there were no hallways on Thanagar, and all the houses were just one big room with a bathroom and the beds were...well, details, details. "I'm good actually," she said, landing and sitting down, her wings out wide, "go on with your tactical retreat or whatever you call it to act like it's not giving up." she said, smiling and leaning back.

"I'm gonna sit in here and enjoy the view of the endless vacuum of space. Come back when you want to get serious."

Sorry, I need a time extension till Tuesday. Thanks.

Yang stopped and looked at Gilda. She was honestly kind of surprised. Tweety Bird always had some serious issues with taunting, so if she was staying as far from Yang as possible, then she was probably afraid of something. Hard to say what, but SOMETHING. That was abusable. Yang reloaded her gauntlets quickly and started walking back toward her.

"Well lets recap Tweetle-Dumb. See what I did there? Cuz you're like...a pidgeon? Get it?" Yang shrugged. Bad joke, move on. "If you're really that interested in finishing this head to head, then lets go. This is taking way way way way WAYYYY too long, kk?"

She stopped and got into a modified stance with her gauntlets pointed forward. "Ready and waiting!"

Gilda...actually didn't see what Yang did there. She honestly had no idea what that had meant. She supposed it was just something she didn't know about. Tweetle-Dumb was an insult on it's own...but what did a pigeon have to do with anything? Gilda shoved it out of her mind. She didn't need distractions right now. She had a fight to win.

She watched as Yang got into position, she herself simply floated into the air. "Yeah, waiting." she said with a smile. Her wings spread and then she would be a blur, in an arch towards yang, reaching the girl in less than two tenths of a second, her wings then angled slightly and her positioning would change from in one side of the girl, to the direct opposite side, the swing of her mace already started at the girl's collar bone, sparking wildly, but then quickly stopped as Gilda moved again jumping into the air and putting her body horizontal to slam the mace towards the space between Yang's shoulders with a leisurely two tons of sparky, amped-taser-like power.

She then swept one of her wings down at Yang in a large, powerful motion, hard enough to lift even full grown men into the air. "Let's get serious."

Yang was waiting for a move like that. She was expecting the first one to hit, but then she heard the electricity in the mace and quickly changed her mind. Luckily the swap in position gave her the opportunity to do so. Ducking underneath the mace shot like a boxer, Yang unloaded a series of punches toward Gilda's gut as hard as she could manage, each one accompanied by the sound of a shotgun shot before she would back away quickly, maintaining he'd distance. "You didn't get it? Tweetle...like Tweet...and dumb Cuz like....pigeons are dumb...that is legitimate comedic gold!"

Gilda would be angry...but the joke was too horrible to actually take offense to. It was legitimately one of the worst jokes Gilda had ever heard. She hadn't heard all that many jokes in the first place...but still. That was atrocious.

Gilda wasn't too awfully surprised by the dodge, and brought up the wing she would have used to move Yang to instead act as a dampener, making the shots slow considerably before hitting her, only one got through full power. Her shoulder was now sore, from a deflected shot, but better than getting hit with several of them full power. The rest all got stuck or deflected by her feathers.

"Your bad jokes hurt more than your little gun."

She was quickly on Yang once again, her wings spread semi-wide to keep any further bolos from being useful. She bolted to behind Yang quickly and jammed her mace at the small of the girl's back, leaving it unshielded until the spikes would contact, then put on the juice. She then drew it back and unleashed a simple three hit combo with speed, though she would stop if any one hit made contact because it would doubtlessly send Yang out of range.

The hits started with a simple swipe to the side, then a slash down, then a lightning quick round house smash straight down, hoping Yang would block and, if the girl was as tough as she seemed, get her feet driven through and stuck in the floor. IF that final hit succeeded she would line up one last slam at Yang's midsection to send her soaring into the nearest wall, otherwise, she would simply lift higher into the air than Yang could, physically, reach.

Yang was ready for Gilda to attack her, not exactly from behind, but she was ready dang it! And she was going to take advantage of the opening with her durability. When she turned, she saw a mace coming straight at her gut and she knew she wouldn't have time to react to it. But...

Instead of dodging the shot at all, her hair shot up like a raging inferno and her eyes turned red. She didn't use this power often, but this seemed like a good time to do it. With a punch from her gauntlet, she fired a shot from the front of it, coated in fire and straight at Gilda's front before taking the mace hit to the gut and quickly becoming acquainted with the wall. After a moment she pried herself out of the metal and turned to see the results of her actions.

Well that was surprising. But the hit had done what it was supposed to. The biggest problem now was her jacket, on fire. She quickly threw it off and looked down the holes burnt into her shirt to find...no burns? She definitely felt burnt, maybe a broken rib too, she just didn't see it. She didn't know how that worked, it probably wasn't magic, it was definitely weird. Gilda dropped to one knee a few moments after the hit, then got up again. No time to rest, it was fighting time.

The burnt, but not burnt stomach would be a problem, but the pellets had hurt more. She stood and shifted her weight from foot to foot. She could still fight. She spun the mace in her hand then flew at a good running speed towards Yang, instead of hitting her though, Gilda dragged her mace into the floor and threw some shrapnel at the girl, staying about twenty feet away.

Yang finally pried herself from the wall and turned to see Gilda jumping around and on fire. "So what, you didn't expect me to have fire? Please, you should know by now I'm just full of surprises!" Gilda didn't seem like she was in good condition, and that meant Yang finally had the upper hand. Excellent. Using her wings would probably be difficult now, given that her wings would be holding her in the air by her now injured torso, but then again Gilda had stated before that she didn't need wings to fly, so who knows. All that Yang needed to know was that she was perfectly fine with little more than a cut on her tummy. When Yang looked down, she had absolutely nothing by way of injuries. That's...weird. Maybe it had something to do with this tournament.

Now Gilda started to move, which caught Yang's attention and she snapped back to her fighting position, but she was moving much slower...maybe she was feeling the effects of that shot? Yang was ready for a strike and when Gilda put her mace down low, Yang was actually rather surprised. She was going to try and blind her? That's common street thug tactics. Given the distance, Yang had a good bit of time to get away and to the side of the cloud of dust. Yang then started unleashing punch after punch, firing more flaming shrapnel at Gilda and would follow her as she moved to try and dodge it if she did.

Fire. Well, that was something to watch out for. Gilda couldn't help but notice a lack of even a scratch on Yang's skin as well. She was tough, but this wasn't a coincidence. They weren't taking injuries like they should. Gilda resolved herself to fix that next time she had the chance, but first it was time for a bit of a tactical retreat. She didn't have she will to deal with so many shotgun blasts at the moment, so she just stayed out of range while taking slightly evasive maneuvers. A cracked rib wasn't going to keep her from a win.

"Not surprising enough Goldilocks." she said, kicking it back and using the large room to her advantage. She resigned to the fact that hitting Yang might not be enough. She would just need to get a hold of her and end it by keeping those shotguns off target. She waited for Yang to need a reload then struck. She zoomed to Yang then executed a fluid Emmelman turn followed by a dive, landing behind the girl and sweeping at her feet and then thrust her mace downwards at Yang's back. If the shot hit, since Gilda wasn't really worried about killing the girl any more, she would feel like she had just gotten touched by a live wire. Muscle contractions galore. Gilda would also drive her mace downwards, putting the girl to the ground and keeping her there.

If the attack didn't work Gilda would just as quickly back off, knowing that the gauntlets would soon be reloaded. Still, for one last experiment she would throw her Nth metal knife straight between Yang's side and arm, just to make sure things were as she suspected. Once a good distance away she would land, arm at her side, that had hurt! Ribs were stupid bones anyways.

The second Yang's gauntlets emptied, Gilda was on her. Dang, she was efficient when she wanted to be. And she could just shrug off that king of damage? That's absurd. Yang's eyes widened when she saw the mace crackling with electricity. That was one thing she didn't want to get hit by, if anything had that quality. Yang rolled out of the way and sprang to her feet as Gilda backed away, throwing a knife at Yang's gut. The knife simply clanged off of her skin. It was official, they really couldn't be visibly harmed. Yang flipped up her new magazines and reloaded her gauntlets, staring down Gilda, who now clearly had the raw end of the deal for this fight and waited for a move, ready to dodge or counterattack with more fire and shotgun blasts.

Gilda flew away about 100 feet then knelt down, resting her side with a smile. "I'm never gonna let you get me with those guns of yours ya know?" she said "I can still fly and as long as I can fly I can stay far away from you." She used her mace as a bit of a crutch, "And I'm physically stronger than you." she continued.

"Don't bother with my knife. It won't work, not without a few years of training...it'd still be a knife though." she said with a bit of a laugh, wincing at her side. It would be much easier to ignore this if they got back to fighting. In the middle of the fight it didn't hurt much at all, but once they stopped she could feel it every heart beat. Of course, it wasn't a mortal injury and might even be useful for tricking Yang into thinking there's an opening...if she ever attacked outright.

Gilda didn't have any range attacks. She could throw her mace around, but she didn't feel like tearing up the ships hull, breaking windows, running out of air, the usual bad stuff for space. Her mind searched the possibilities. She could go after the engine, kill the oxygen in here slower...course it would get cold first. She could handle cold, but she didn't like it. "You could just surrender, would save me half an hour or so."

Yang smiled. Without adrenaline, Gilda wasn't even trying to mask that she was in horrible pain. She'd definitely cracked a rib or two. "Sweetheart, I don't need to hit you. As time goes on that pain is going to get significantly worse unless you stop aggravating it. And to do that and let it heal, you need to quit. It will make no difference to me." Yang smiled and shook her head while Gilda ranted about being stronger, picking up the knife and throwing it to the side. Knives are dumb anyway.

So if Gilda attacked her, Yang would constantly maintain the upper hand. If she didn't, she knew that Gilda couldn't sit around like this forever without passing out from pain. "Yeah, but where's the fun in that? It's just silly."

Was she crazy "I'm guessing you've never had a broken rib," she said with a laugh, "If I had three ribs shattered I would pass out from blood loss before I passed out from pain." she said, touching her hand to the mace as she activated the electricity, sending a surge of energy through her body. "Wooo!" she said, springing to her feet at the shock.

"I've been impaled by a bull Missy, it'll take more than some weird burns and a broken rib to put me down." she was still hunched over a bit, but she was ready. She just wasn't in the shape to start a fight, of course, if Yang gave her enough time she might just head down to the med room and see what she could find. Even if she couldn't use the machines, maybe she'd find some morphine? That would be nice, would mean flying through those halls though...maybe she'd just stay here and rest up in the makings of the roof.

It would depend. "This is what you get for being so hard to hurt."

Yang shrugged. "It was worth a shot I guess." She giggled, walking toward Gilda rather slowly, instead of rushing her like an idiot. "I really don't want to keep this going, so can we please just end this?" She asked, launching a couple of free shots at Gilda from this new range.

((Yeah, not my best post. Sorry but I have no muse atm. Just need to post))