I'm back...

[Kyra]

Her head snapped backwards from the force of the impact. It hesitated there for a moment but slowly she tilted her head down to reveal a bloodied face and smashed nose. A soft chuckle escaped her throat. If you were to look the tiny fragments of bone were moving under her skin slowly reforming her small nose. As it did Kyra grinned wide enough to show her fangs, now even longer than before. Her jaw made one long circular motion making a sickening poping noise "Wrong.. move" Very quickly she spun and landed her heel in Liam's gut.

[Liam]

The blow to his gut made him stumble back a few steps and curl over, wrapping his arms over the spot. "D*mn. Nice to see you again too, Kyra. Now go away and bring my wife back out." he rasped out, slowly straightening but keeping his arms wrapped around his stomach.

[Kyra]

She laughed and stepped back "Ummm lemme think about that uh NO. Anyway it doesn't matter she wants this too." she laughed. She grabbed the collar on his shirt and punched him as hard as she could "God! been waiting to do that FOREVER!" she laughed again and jumped back again a few feet "Come on now I know your a good fighter. So lets see it shall we?"

[Liam]

Hacking, he held up a finger that meant "gimme a moment will ya!?" Then he rested his hands on his knees and stayed bent over, looking at the ground, chewing on his bottom lip. "Why is it always me? It's not like I did anything to anybody. Jeez.. first Rasli now this psychotic personality that's part of my wife... what the h*ll did I do to deserve this sh*t? ...Okay...I did quite a bit...but STILL!" He was muttering to himself and as he did, he stood up straighter and straighter till he finished with that very loud and emphasized 'STILL!' at that point, he moved faster than even a blur would and kicked Kyra in the chest, dropping to the ground and sweeping her legs out from under her. After that he tossed himself backwards going from balancing in a headstand to standing on both feet before spinning another kick into Kyra's back. When he was done, he stood back and away his hands in his pockets and a lazy smirk on his face. "If a fight is what y'want m'dear, then a fight ye shall receive."

[Kyra]

The pain tingled up her spine and through her stomach and she landed on her knees and stood wiping a bit of blood from her face because it was messing up her vision. She ran at him and tryed to kick his head, missed,but the heel of her boot colliding with his neck.

[Liam]

He jerked away from the heel, making his blood come spurting out. Growling, he clamped a hand over the wound; his talon-like nails forming on his other hand and he used it to claw anywhere and everywhere he could on Kyra. [Effectively ripping her clothes to shreds, yes? ]

[Kyra]

Kyra was now extremely bloodied and hardly clothed (like she was BEFORE it was ripped to shreds) the gaping wounds stung in the now late dusk air. She smiled and coughed chucking a bit. "Nice move but not good enough" thick vines wrapped around Liams ankles holding him in place as Kyra stood and spun ballet style her eyes going sky blue as she appeared to throw nothing at Laim.

[Liam]

His shirt (black and button up of course!) was shredded by this "nothing" and black blood streamed out of his wounds. Coughing, he glared at her his own eyes flickering from pitch black to molten silver. "How cute. Invisible darts. I wonder what else is in store for me!" he said in mock fear, shaking in his boots. Er.. he would be if he were wearing them. Okay shaking where he stood.

[Kyra]

She smirked and with a smooth movement she knelt to the ground and murrmered something and on the the 'invisbal darts' grew into a ball of sharp ice shards "It's not darts dumba$s it's ice!" and with that the ball exploded sending more shards flying.

[Liam]

He got hit by all the shards, the wounds and loss of blood making his reflexes slower than normal. He continued to glare at her still though muttering, "Вы скулите! Это настолько проклято смешной! Дайте мне мою жену назад!" Then he tried to shake loose from the vines but that didn't work and he only gave himself more wounds. "Let me go! Or are you going to remain a coward and leave me tied up like this?"

[Kyra]

She laughed pain racking though her body she wasn't going to last much longer but there was no way in h*ll she'd show that to Liam until she was dead. "How is it cowardice? It's just normal vines not like it's impenetrable..." she laughed at his stupidity "Your kitten claws would have cut them, idiot you just didn't." She laughed again but this time she had to stop and clench her teeth together to keep from screaming.

[Liam]

"Oh. Well maybe I just wanted to get you riled then!" he said, sticking out his tongue making the situation somewhat comical as he tore the vines from him. Then he moved faster than a blur and dug one set of claws into he shoulder, the other gripping her neck. "Go ahead and scream for me. I won't mind in the least."

[Kyra]

Her eyes slammed shut as her air was cut off the only thing keeping a screech from being heard. She felt weak and was getting lightheaded. Kyra began to recede as the life faded farther and farther into now Kimi's eyes, reveiling the fear underneath the mask of stone. "Li-...am" she choked.

[Liam]

He blinked, lessening his grip on the woman and staring intently into her face. When he saw the eyes turn red he knew he was in trouble. "Aw f*ck."

[Kyra]

She gasped for breath Kyra not returning "What the hell LIAM! " she half croaked half yelled. Knocking him aside, she regained her breath and coughed blood coating her lips and neck. "You're gonna pay for that you F*CKING B*STARD!" She full out screamed. Her eyes as white as fresh fallen snow. A colorless aura surrounded her as most of the minor wounds heal giving her just enough energy to run full speed at Liam with the look of pure hate in her eyes. In one movement she punched Liam in the face rocking him backwards enough for her to sweep her leg behind his knocking him to the ground, and crawl on top of him. She screamed at the top of her lungs every few words punching him as hard as she could "d**n IT! *punch* I GET BACK FROM PRACTICALLY H*LL-*punch*AND THE ONE THING-*punch* THAT I WAS RUNNING TO-*punch* TRIES TO KILL ME! OVER SOMETHING-*punch* I CAN'T F*CKING CONTROL!" With one last swing she just straight out screamed releasing months and months of anger and depression.