>>5222444“D-Dammit!” you hear the redhead shout, and as the dust clears see her standing tall once more with only some scratches and scuffs. Her four remaining swords are all on her left side, Chaya landing in front of her and swinging her blade. Erza grabs one sword, using the other three to block Chaya's strike while back flipping away. Chaya shatters the three with ease, the magic swordswoman landing back on her feet while taking an unorthodox defensive stance, blade's point aimed directly at Chaya.
“Really? These were your secret weapon?” Chaya asks, her massive blade resting on her right shoulder in a seemingly casual stance. “I really hope that wasn't your best.”
“Your sword is powerful, but these blades have something yours don't.” Erza says, and suddenly Chaya explodes in blood! Somehow dozens upon dozens of slashes appear on her body, the woman's blood spraying everywhere! “My swords can cut without striking!”
“What the hell?!” you shout, jaw dropping in shock. You never saw anything, nor were you able to detect anything happening. When the hell did she have time to do such a thing? Chaya staggers back in clear shock, leaning back and looking straight up at the ceiling. Her blood pours from the injuries as she drops her weapon, stunned. The entire audience goes deathly silent, everyone wondering what happens next. Even the always-talkative Dallas is completely silent, which makes what happens next even more disturbing.
“Heh. Heheh. Hehehehe. Aaaaahahahahahahaa!” Chaya starts laughing, body trembling as she laughs creepily. She leans forward, grinning maliciously at Erza and you can almost <span class="mu-i">taste</span> the malice radiating off the Saiyan teen. “Now THAT'S more like it! Hit me like you mean it!”
“Wait what?!” Erza says, taking an uncertain step backwards from the wild monkey girl.
“Time to stop playing around, and get a bit more serious!” Chaya shouts, clenching her fist before her and blazing up into her Super Saiyan form. Then without grabbing her weapon, Chaya surges forward almost faster than you can perceive having been so used to her speed so far. She swings her left hand, reaching out and grasping the sword. Then, before Erza can pull away, Chaya shatters the weapon in her grip! “Show me what you can REALLY do!”
“REQUIP!” Erza calls, leaping back and changing her equipment once more. As she flips backwards, landing on the ground, you see yet another unfamiliar suit of armor. This one is a white leotard with orange wing-like pauldrons, and another set on her hips pointed downwards. In her hands are a pair of short, double-edged swords with weighted tips. “Morning Star Armor!”
