Scream, Aim, Fire!

[Sparx]

((Cheeeeattttah))

The kick connected, not only sending a ton of intense pain down Genna's leg but also shutting it down. No longer accepting the hybridmorph's weight, the limb pretty much collasped, and Genna went down. Holding her hands out to catch herself before her face could smash into the ground, thoguh as her right arm was also injured, she ending up rolling onto her side as that limb gave out. Downright annoyed, Genna tried to kick out Richard's knee from where she lay.

[Ira]

Richard hadn't had chance to turn back to face Genna, so the kick connected with the back of his knee, causing it to buckle. He fell to the ground, catching himself with his other foot as he brought it down, and ended up kneeling close to the Houndoom hybridmorph.

[Sparx]

Smirking at the fact that at last one of her intentions had succeeded, Genna made an attempt to climb to her feet. This action hurt like hell, but the morph did her best to ignore the pain as she advanced the few steps neccessary to stand right over Richard.

"Now, hold still, will you?" Genna snarled quietly, rearing her good claw back. Hopefully before the Persian could try anything fancy, she then stabbed at his back, around where his heart should be.

[Ira]

Richard actually laughed slightly as Genna stabbed him, seeming strangely amused. Despite the fact that Genna's claws had just slashed part of his heart to ribbons, he shot to his feet, probably cuasing Genna to slash open his whole back, and morphed swiftly, aiming claws and fangs at the hybridmorph's throat.

(Yeah, he's pretty much dead)

[Sparx]

((Great, another masochist! >> And good, he better be dead! Deader than dead!))

Genna sheilded her throat with her good arm, which was so covered with Richard's blood that when the Persian slashed it open she couldn't tell whose blood was whose. Fortunately, the attack didn't damage the arm so much that the morph could not use it anymore- the last thing she needed was another useless limb!

"Just die already, will you?" Genna sighed, backing away from the Persian before aiming a weakened side kick at him.

[Ira]

(He's not a masochist, he's just deranged. Hm, it's a good thing he doesn't have AIDs because his blood is probably mixing with Genna's.)

Richard morphed just before the kick connected, causing him to lose more blood. He smirked rather insanely at Genna, getting to his feet even though a normal person would be dead. His family would probably have said that he was so idiotic he didn't realize that he was supposed to die.

The Persian fired a Power Gem at Genna, before slashing out at her again with all his claws and teeth. Each attack was slightly weaker than the last as his energy finally began to ebb away.

[Sparx]

((D: Stupid AIDS.))

"You're quite the idiot, aren't you?" Genna muttered, side-stepping to avoid the power gem and backing up to avoid the slashes. Her own body was telling her to collapse and be unconscious for a while, but that was her dead leg talking. At least it was slowly coming back to life.

[Ira]

Richard just looked even more amused. He leapt at Genna, almost seeming to try to pin her to the ground, but the attack hardly had any effort in it, so he simply ended up with his claws entangled in her clothes like a kitten who was protesting being put down.

[Sparx]

Genna snarled again as the Persian attempted to pin her, but only ended up getting caught on her cloak. Becoming frustrated all over again, she slashed her claws at Richard's face, hoping that extra blood loss would finish him off at last.

[Ira]

Richard attempted to avoid the attack by moving his head, too tired to do anything else. However, this meant that Genna slashed his throat instead.

Unable to keep his grip, the Persian slid to the floor, collapsing to his side as he attempted to stand. His breath slowing, and his form changing to become that of a human once more, Richard's eyes began to close almost sleepily, and after a moment, his breathing stopped altogether.

[Sparx]

"Finally," Genna snorted, frowning down at Richard's body. A few seconds later, though, she remembered that it was not a good idea to stick around a crime scene. Morphing into the almost inconspicuos form of a Houndoom, the hybridmorph leapt over the dead morph and ran off into the shadows. Back to the base, where hopefully things had gone right for a change.

She doubted that.