When Amamiya started struggling, lashing out at everything around her, Akiha was glad she had her held in place and far enough away that the attacks fell harmlessly short of her and Kris. She did step a bit in front of her magician, putting herself between Kris and their enemy in case one of those blade suddenly became a projectile.
But the resistance to her absorption just made her begin pressing her own power to its limits, as angry as she was. She didn't want to kill the woman, but she was almost too gone in her need to hurt Amamiya for messing with her memories and making her relive that one moment. It wasn't until the absorption moved past heat into Amamiya herself, Akiha getting a feeling in the back of her mind that she only ever encountered while killing SHIKI, that she realized she was starting to take the woman into herself, all of her. If she continued, there would be nothing of Amamiya left.
Akiha stopped cold, her hair instantly returning to black as she forced her anger down, force her demon blood to still. The restraint on Amamiya vanished, as did the sucking in of her existence. If anything, the rebound of Amamiya's 'self' combined with the physical wounds and blood loss, should be overwhelming enough to end this. Otherwise...
She leaned down and picked the sickle and chain up off the floor where it had been dropped and started slowly approaching Amamiya with the sharp blade of the sickle at the ready.
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But the resistance to her absorption just made her begin pressing her own power to its limits, as angry as she was. She didn't want to kill the woman, but she was almost too gone in her need to hurt Amamiya for messing with her memories and making her relive that one moment. It wasn't until the absorption moved past heat into Amamiya herself, Akiha getting a feeling in the back of her mind that she only ever encountered while killing SHIKI, that she realized she was starting to take the woman into herself, all of her. If she continued, there would be nothing of Amamiya left.
Akiha stopped cold, her hair instantly returning to black as she forced her anger down, force her demon blood to still. The restraint on Amamiya vanished, as did the sucking in of her existence. If anything, the rebound of Amamiya's 'self' combined with the physical wounds and blood loss, should be overwhelming enough to end this. Otherwise...
She leaned down and picked the sickle and chain up off the floor where it had been dropped and started slowly approaching Amamiya with the sharp blade of the sickle at the ready.