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Accalia collapsed off of her horse angrily completely exhausted and in great pain. She stood up slowly struggling to stand before she collapsed again in the woods. She took her hand away from her side and climbed up the tree slowly with the black fire surrounding her body with a energy fox tail forming from it but it didn't stay long and disappeared after she got into the tree. She leaped from tree to tree easily until she made it back to her house landing on the roof and flying through the window. She collapsed again on the floor before she pulled off her coat and binding shirt leaving her in her pants, bandages, and bra.
She panted heavily closing her eyes tightly resting her hand on her wound that poisoned her body nonstop. The damn black blade gave her body a poison that only she felt because of her mark she had on her lower hip she always kept hidden that was the exact apposing mark from the blade's. She struggled to stand again and un-bandaged herself before she started stitching up her side slowly trying to keep in the pain as her german shepard-rotweiler mix laid on the floor at her feet whimpering for her.

Accalia growled when she finished all of her wounds. He wrapped herself in bandages and got up to go get something to eat. She kicked off her books as she walked. She grabbed some steak she had left over, an apple, and some milk. She chowed down on it before she made her way back up to her upstairs to her lab room. She kicked aside a chair and Derix fallowed after her wagging his tail. He walked over to a vial and downed half of it feeling sickish but her side wasn't burning nearly as bad.
She got redressed again ignoring her binding shirt and she zipped up her leather jacket and wrapped her red sash around her hip and lower torso. She had all night, but she knew this guy was good, so she was going to have to work as much as she could to keep him off of her tail.
Accalia put her blade on her back and hip before her boots and hidden blades were put on. When she completely finished dressing, she sat down in a chair pulling her hood over his face and her dog at her side. She had an angry look on her face as she stared out the window waiting for him to come.

Derix was the first to move. He picked his head up snarling with his hair raised and barking viciously at Atem. Accalia's eyes rose up to meet the window and they were dark and angry with black lines crept up her neck. She clenched her grip on her blade and she stood up silently grabbing her side bag that was now empty and added two extra blades, ten home made grenades, and a vial to take care of the poison while she was out in the field.
She snarled angrily as she climbed out onto the roof through a door she made to it. She smiled happily crouching on the roof with her red sash draping to the ground over her leg while her coat was left partially unzipped since she didn't care about her breast showing any more since he already knew she was a girl. "So, I take it you are here to take me in to that moron already or are you going to ask me questions like all the others?" she said crossing her arms standing up. Even when she smiled as she talked, it was never a friendly one, it was a irritated and annoyed one. She growled like a caged cat pacing a little bit on the roof as her eyes darted around looking for anything else. Traps, cages, Atem; anything peculiar.

Her smile was genuinely amused this time when he didn't answer. She heard a rustle in the leaves and her eyes darted around anxiously. She saw a flash of silver pass her and she tightened her fists down and a metal arm guard formed over her wrists and she smiled catching all the weapons on the two of them before she pulled them out of her arms and tossed them onto the roof. Her eyes darted around for him again tightening down her hands and the arm guards retreated back under the slit in her coat. She rubbed the black marks and sighed hatting the the fact that the poison was spreading up her body from her upper torso and now her shoulder and neck.
She growled as she looked around for him through the shadows in her hood before she crouched down on the roof perfectly balanced on the slope. She sighed as she continued to look for him and then she smiled seeing him but she wasn't going after him just yet. Like an assassin, she liked to watch and see who this guy was before she attacked. She knew he was a kitsune, but she didn't know what kind and what he could do.

She smiled feel the blade against the back of her neck and she dropped and rolled down the roof a bit before she stood up into a crouch drawing her katana off of her hip. She pulled the blood red blade out of the sheath in one easy rapid movement before she was ready for him again. She grinned a little bit and tightened down on the black handle and she charged him. It was a fluid easy movement as she bound up the roof charging him head on from the side. When fighting an assassin, she worked best close quarters no mater who it was. She could throw weapons if need be, but she was better with her blades at close range. Her eyes flashed bright yellow for a second before her red blade swung in a downward slash keeping her arm and body turned towards him in a way that would keep her sword wound safe from him. "Why not?" she finally asked, "That's what they all tell me and either way its fun."

The second she saw the black blade her eyes grew wide. When the blade ripped through her arm, she felt as if she was in slow motion. The pain was excruciating and nearly made her fall but she just snarled again and pushed herself back off of his katana. She dropped to on knee before she pushed herself back up and she cried out softly as she stood up again with her hand clenched tightly around the fresh wound. She could feel her side opening though as she moved adding to the pain and the blood that dripped onto the roof. She looked up at him already panting as the poison started taking affect again and she looked up at the black katana and swore. "You have no idea. I'm not going, just because you have that, doesn't mean its the only one. The second I get back, I'll be right back to where I was in the first place," she snarled and stood up, "Where there's a dark, there's a light. That blade was made for me by my brother before he was killed. They took it from me the first time they caught me." She stood up again now having blood run out of her mouth down her chin with new determination in her eyes. "I'm not going back," she roared and she picked up her katana again and charged him slashing out at him seeming still perfectly in control. She wasn't raging yet, but the black fire started changing her coat black as the poison tried to kill her.

"I'm still standing. I'm fine," she growled struggling to stand up again as she crouched on three on the roof. She growled a little bit but kept quiet ignoring as the wind blew back her hood. She didn't care any more. No one was out here but them and he already knew who she was. Her silver braid whipped around in the wind and her gold eyes watched him nervously. "Besides, I don't trust you know mater what you say. He hates me, and you were sent after me. Its that simple," she said calmly finally back on her feet and her blade at ready again.

Accalia snarled angrily and grabbed the handle of her katana again and held it against his throat in a way that she knew a quick slash would kill him. Anger, hate, and pain filled her eyes as she glared at him and her body tightened up ready to kill him, still, she couldn't. Her body started shaking slightly from the exertion on it and the frustration of not being able to kill him inside her. Her eyes soften to just sadness, and pain as she pulled the blade away and dropped to her knees holding onto the roof with one hand while the other gripped tightly around the katana's hilt. Tears stung her eyes as she shook lightly as her hands tightened up till they were white and her right hand begun bleeding from the sharp edges. "I can't," she whispered quietly. "It never was about fame or being unbeatable, it was about survival," she said quietly giving in. She couldn't take the physical or mental pain any more. Atem was to much like her brother, neither of their eyes showed fear in the sight of death while she became fearful and hid it behind bravery. She picked up her katana and threw it to the side burring it deep into a tree's trunk. She was done.