Nemesis VS Henrex [ The Colosseum Of Madness Event]

Annoying. Who talks down on on themself this much and still bothers to join a tournament? It... irritates me to hear people give up. Infuriates.

Those thoughts were true and were held deep in Nemesis' heart. She absolutely hated those with no drive, no will to accomplish anything in their life. What was the point of living if you couldn't even live for yourself? At that point, it'd be better to simply fade away, but that wasn't happening. This shinigami still stood here, still bothered to groan and show their discomfort as much as possible, and even went out to participate in things such as tournaments and battles. Something inside of him still wanted to live, to exist, or else he wouldn't even -be- here. Something inside wanted to still fight, but the majority of his entire body seemed to want to just fall in on itself and crumble away into a pitiful pile of tears and sorrow.

That was disgusting. It was horrifying, it -definitely- made Nemesis want some real reaction, some positive force pushing him. Not much was really able to affect her mood in a tense atmosphere like this, but seeing something like that definitely caused a few facial twitched and for a very prominent frown to take place. She had to scream and holler and shout to so much as even -exist-, while this shinigami could walk around and do as he pleased and considered that so horrible. Maybe if he put some effort into improving, he could manage to fix some of those insecurities, but until then, Nemesis would be sure to avoid being near him in those moods.

Sure, she could see that he was outmatched, but that was never a reason to give up or falter. Some of the greatest achievements in history came from the underdogs, so what stopped him from doing something spectacular? She didn't know. Eyes simply stared towards Henrex, watching the movements, the shrugs, his blade being placed down on the ground as a complaint escaped from his lips. Honestly, she didn't see what the big deal was. Henrex was a shinigami, they had spiritual weapons, special blasts, weird magic to use called kido. Hell all -she- had was just her strength and ability. In terms of variety, he had her beat in something.

And as the 'depressing' angel finally took an action, she remained rather still and calm, waiting for it to play out in it's full length. She remained perfectly still when he seemingly vanished, and she even seemed to remain perfectly still when he launched his attack. His foot was able to slam against the back of her head from the aerial strike, hitting her skull and definitely applying a fair amount of pressure and force, but two things added into her not seemingly getting hurt by it. It was her durability and ability to simply ignore a great amount of pain. Her head was forced to shake once Henrex kicked backwards, but whether or not it did any real damage would be unknown. It was at least something, something that could be improved upon.

The woman found herself turning around to face Henrex, a single hand being used to rub at the back of her head where the collision took place as she simply stared. He had landed a hit, good. He even did a fancy little back flip, meaning that he was agile enough for some acrobatics. Both of those things were good, it meant he wasn't entirely useless, and even if he had no desire to really struggle his hardest, he still had some motivation to do something. Something telling him to keep going, something that might spur him on. She just needed to figure out what that spark was and turn it into a blaze. If she could get this pitiful piece of flesh to -feel- something, to strive for greater, then she'd feel content herself. It could be from her surpassing greater trials and not seeing why he couldn't do it, or just simply a little quirk she had as a demon, where she always had to find a way to tempt people to go for things that seemed risky, be it letting emotions free, falling for rage, taking great gambles for success, applying for a deadly contract. She had a knack for wanting to take risks, and she definitely wanted to see this shinigami take a big risk in at least trying.

When he outstretched his arms and let her strike, she seemed just about ready to just go for a normal blow that wouldn't kill, but might cause enough pain to spark some anger inside, to do something. Even if this was the plan, something else was soon happening, a powerful influx of energy formed above them as-

"... I despise this world."

She hated the fact that the 'sun' seemingly said all of that, and took this time to avoid the blast entirely rather than deal with it. If Henrex survived, perhaps adrenaline might make him do something, might make him show off his abilities, hell, if he did his best against her, he was sure to improve in some way. Combat was the best way to better one's self. So with that thought in mind, she began to bolt from the area, arms pumping back and forth as legs slammed against the ground to cause her to turn into a blur, a mix of her own speed, strength, and the extra agility provided by the boots she equipped earlier. In just a moment, she was seemingly gone from the area.

Allowing Henrex to possibly obtain an item that'd -really- give him a chance, perhaps that miracle he thought of earlier.