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Anastasia panted in panic and rolled over to dodge Daisy ramming her blade into the ground. She felt her heart hammer in fear as she stood back up and began to enforce her skin with frost armor once more. But she had no time to waste. Daisy forked her blade on the sandy ground and stampeded toward Anastasia with her bare searing fists.
Anastasia shot out a blast of frost in an attempt to hinder Daisy from progressing, and indeed, the power of the frosty desperation was quite formidable. Daisy formed an “X” with her two arms and protected herself with her blaze as the mini-blizzard shot straight at her. She wondered why Anastasia hadn’t thought of this before, in order to keep distance.
But then she realized why. It was only for the first few seconds that Daisy felt the great push; after a few moments, Daisy was back on her pace, and could continue with her vicious charge. Anastasia was caught off-guard as Daisy flung her right fist at her left cheek, making her briefly fly down to the ground. Anastasia was in complete panic. She was utterly horrified of the power she had just felt on her face; any normal human would have had their skin burned off on contact. It was only fortunate for Anastasia to have been processing her facial glacier again, letting it take the damage, but not as much as the previous protection did. She could feel a bit of char on her skin and quickly pushed her hand onto it to cool it down.
She rushed to her feet again. The only thing Daisy was admiring about Anastasia now was her capability of taking damage without fainting. However, she knew that the cryomancer was now nearly broken. Only a little more pressure was required.
Anastasia was now on the brink of her life; her blood circulation and respiration being the only two things that were active within her body. Not even the cold was helping her enough now. She wouldn’t run, however, for dignity’s sake. Yet, again, this was another mistake.
The melted ice and her sweat was now drenching her tight, sky blue apparel, which was practically the only thing covering her breasts along with her bra. It did not even come down to cover her waist. Nevertheless, Anastasia made her final attempt in making this at least look like fair fight. She panted and laid her glare sturdy upon Daisy’s breast. No matter how dissatisfying it may be, she could still aim one last icicle in between those two bulges and penetrate the pyromancer’s burning heart.
It was too late. Daisy put in her last fumes to discharge at Anastasia fair and square, pushing Anastasia backward, hard onto the sandy surface. Anastasia let out a short shriek as Daisy impelled her flat onto the earth. She could now feel her heart almost burst out her blood, as if it were trying its last to fuel Anastasia with her blood’s energy. Her heart was pumping violently beneath her soft flesh as the skin shook microscopically with each beat hitting hard on her rib cage. Despite her heart’s exhausting labor, Anastasia did not even have the time to push Daisy off of her.
Daisy punched and punched and punched; each blow empowered with the flames being fueled from the central organ. Both Daisy’s and Anastasia’s hearts were beating strong. Yet, the corresponding owners were of much different positions. Even the unthinking organs were fighting to nourish its possessors’ bodies. But as expected, victory was imminent.
Anastasia could barely move a muscle. Her arms, which were pinned down by Daisy’s sturdy knees, were now spread apart due to Daisy putting most of her violent and vibrant attacks in between Anastasia’s poor cranium and jowl. Anastasia’s right eye was slightly swollen while a thin stream of her blood rushed out the left tip of her lip. Her breath was now slowing down. It was now only the central, most vital, beating heart of hers which seemed to be alive inside of her. She could feel it. She could feel her own heart slam against the cell formed by her ribs, almost asking for her to stand up and beat Daisy down. But she knew she had no strength in her limbs or her entire body anymore. She was defeated.
Not enough, in Daisy’s eyes, though. One thing remained. The prize. The best trophy a warrior could ever have in her hand. The finest sensation that could be granted within her grip; and it was pit-patting right beneath the trembling flesh of her crisp meal.
Anastasia could only have slight glimpses of Daisy’s victorious yet focused expression as she acted for the last stunt. Fear overwhelmed Anastasia and her breath returned to its panicked, speedy pace as Daisy took off her armor plates for a sensational kill.
Daisy took her body off of Anastasia. She stood, waiting for the cryomancer to regain her full consciousness. It was needed for her to feel entire process of torment. She wasn’t justgoing to be killed. She was going to be absolutely liquidatedby the rapid oxidation of Daisy’s heat. Daisy was ready to show Anastasia what “hell” really felt like. The Ember clan’s side of the audience cheered and, although aware that they could not hear anything, yelled out for the cryomancer to get back on her feet in order to let the execution process begin.
Begin. It was another beginning for Anastasia. She couldn’t believe that the actual heartache did not even happen yet. There was going to be a literal heartache for her. She would rather the horror of the unknown. Yet, she knew exactly how she was about to be murdered, making her less intent to get back on her feet. The Frost warriors were now looking away or closing their eyes to cover the sight of her humiliating, excruciating death. Another sister torn apart by an arrogant pyromancer.
“I don’t have all day, you mediocre cryomancer…” Daisy mumbled, as she grabbed the middle part of Anastasia’s tight torso outfit and lifted her up. Anastasia gasped at such force and stumbled back with her feet flat on the ground. She lost her balance for a moment, but Daisy grasped her by the throat and restricted her shaking. Her limbs were fairly calm now, with her left leg making a helpless stomp behind her right, in a poor yet pointless attempt to stabilize her balance. Her head was slightly tilted back as her eyes could merely see a thin line of the clean, blue sky with the sun shining directly onto her face, as if it were making a spotlight for the audience to see clearly. Even her heart was slowing down now, as it gave up in reviving its pathetic owner’s strength.
Daisy glared at Anastasia in utter hatred and insuperable rage. Her eyes glowed orange once more as she rapidly pulled her left elbow back with her hand shaped suitably to take possession of the loot. She knew exactly how large it would be, as she blocked and held Anastasia’s offensive fist beforehand.
She knew precisely where it was located.. Strictly where it would be beating…
At that moment, the tip of Daisy’s elbow was fired up and her hand streaked toward the objective. The second Daisy’s hand was hurtled, penetrated straight through the thin line of clothing, and embedded into the first infinitesimal layers of body tissue composing Anastasia’s soft breast, the sound of her flesh, her maroon blood, her pericardium, and her blood-bathed rib cage being sequentially ripped into by Daisy’s merciless hand echoed throughout the whole arena.
“Ugh!!” Anastasia could not even scream properly, as the immensely excruciating, abrupt explosion of agony wreaked havoc within her circulatory system and the skeletal frame holding her thoracic organs in one place. Daisy’s thumb, index finger, ring finger, and her pinky were already grappling and almost implanting themselves correspondingly to the right ventricle, right atrium, left atrium, and the left ventricle of Anastasia’s surprised heart. Daisy could feel Anastasia’s organ pumping inward and out repetitively, regaining its speedy pounding as an intruder’s hand cramped its necessary blood flow. The whole circulation was being interrupted by Daisy’s tight grip. She could explode the heart and squeeze the juice out of it right this moment, but she decided to stay where she was, while she pressed her fingers onto the slimy surface of the panicking vital organ. She also loved the extra sensation of Anastasia’s two lungs on either side of her struggling heart hastily expand and contract repeatedly, showing how much pain and extreme discomfort Anastasia was really feeling as she could only directly feel the excruciating pain of her flesh being ripped into and penetrated, but could only try to withstand what was happening inside of her breast. Daisy found it even more satisfying that her hand and wrist wasn’t so wide enough to cause any visible damage to Anastasia’s pair of breasts, which would’ve been hanging powerlessly had Anastasia’s bra not been there to hold them in place. The real beauty was that the sports apparel and the bra themselves were contoured almost like an arrow to the entrance of Anastasia’s heart chamber.
It had been 50 seconds since Daisy’s fingers first wrapped themselves around each corresponding portion of Anastasia’s juicy, rapidly pounding heart. Anastasia hated the fact that she was still alive and awake. She could now start to feel the grip of Daisy’s fingers constricting her central organ, which she had never even felt before besides its constant, sexy beating.
Daisy was now satisfied enough. It was time to uproot the organ out of its prison. Anastasia felt an unusual amount of force suddenly clench onto the very center of her soul. She could feel the blood being blocked by the fingers and the basilic veins in her arms started to show a unhealthy dark-blue color as they almost protruded out of her thin fat. Blood was continuously leaking out of the hole in her chest, but most of the blood pouring out was blocked by Daisy’s arm clogging it up. More and more blood rushed out of her body as Daisy spontaneously tugged on the beating heart with the pulmonary veins and arteries being the first to tear apart from what it held, and Anastasia’s aorta and superior vena cava being the last to hold on for the shortest moment onto the heart.
Anastasia’s chest was forced outward as Daisy stole her heart from the center of her bosom, where the manubrium and rest of the skeletal bars held tightly together, only to be pushed into and now forced outside the surface due to the immense dynamism of the extraction.
Anastasia’s could only maintain her balance for half a second, which was more than enough for Daisy to throw her right hand, grasp Anastasia’s loosened hair, and pull as hard as she could, ripping the flesh and upper part of the spine that directly attached her head to her torso. With the female cryomancer’s still-pounding heart in her left hand and her torn-off head in her right, Daisy swiftly forced the head into the empty chest cavity before the body fell backwards. Anastasia’s head was jammed into the tight hole as her eyeballs rolled backwards, showing the reddened part of her sclera as her essential blood was irregularly rushed and extracted from when Daisy was holding her bleeding heart while it was still intact with her insides. The protruded ribs formed a petal-like shape around the jammed head as well.
Daisy was satisfied. She kicked down the deformed carcass and held the late warrior’s heavily leaking heart to the sky.
The Ember clan members yelled out in excitement as they saw the heart leak and pour relentless amounts of Anastasia’s crimson fuel onto the ground and onto Daisy’s blonde hair as she held it up high.
