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Who: Silverwing, Signum, Partners
What: Keeping a super hero in shape
When: April 3rd, evening
Where: Neon City, Titans Tower

Silverwing still felt a little pretentious about this request. After all, how cocky was it to say that nobody on the planet could really put her to the test? But the fact of the matter was that she was practically untouchable, just as she was in her world. Ever since her powers returned to her during that fateful fight with Tsukasa, she hadn't felt herself pushed anywhere near her limits.

It worried her that she'd been becoming sloppy. She knew, better than anyone, that there were threats out there that could beat her abilities. And if she let herself fall into a false sense of security, any one of them could take advantage of that and end her life. It wasn't likely that Yggdrasil would hand her another miracle, after all.

So she'd invited Signum to come to the Titans Tower. As far as a base went, it was underused. Far too many of the potential heroes in the world had vanished, leaving the tower unfortunately lacking in inhabitants. But it was a good facility, and she was proud to call it a home away from home.

She was on the rooftop, stretching out, and waiting for Signum to arrive. Likewise, GrappLeomon was up there too, taking care to set out refreshments. Fighting always made his mistress hungry and thirsty. A fight that pushed her anywhere near her limits would probably be even worse...

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A flash of pink, and Signum's sheath appeared back in her hand. It flew down to block the strike, before she smirked and brought her blade up and down towards Silverwing's shoulder in the next instant.

Without the same flash, Silverwing's defense was no less impressive. With her sword blocked downward, and a strike coming at her shoulder, Silverwing ducked back and turned her body to the side. The spinning motion gave her momentum for her attack, and she followed her dodge up with a rising stroke of her blade.

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The sheath came again to block Silverwing's blade, while Signum brought her blade back before slashing out again. Except this time, the blade split apart.

{SCHLAGENFORM!}

Instead of lancing for Silverwing, she swung the segmented blades to encircle the both of them, criss crossing in several places so as to make it extremely difficult to move out of close proximity with Signum without getting sliced up.

For only a fraction of a second, Silverwing paused. What raced through her head was a thousand visions of what might happen with her every move. Had she wanted to, she could have escaped the cage of segmented blades that Signum wove, but she decided not to. Running, as she'd found earlier, was not going to result in the fight that she needed here.

Still, remaining so close would limit her offensive possibilities. Of all of the attacks that she could throw, far too many of them did not end well for her. And the fact that it felt like Signum was still feeling her out was both promising, and disconcerting. Offensively, Silverwing had very little more to her than she'd already shown. But defensively, Signum had not yet even scratched the surface.

Finally, her mind settled on her next attack, and she snapped her foot up to kick into Signum's stomach. She drew her blade back as she did so, already preparing for what was to come next.

Signum took the kick, but held her "ground," so to speak. She only doubled over a bit, the wind blowing out of her for a moment, but she kept steadfast in the air, grip tightening around Leavatein's hilt.

"A bit more blunt an attack than I'd expect from you," Signum said, and smirked as another cartridge exploded and pink energy began to surge along the segments of blade surrounding them. "But Vita hits harder."

"Sorry," Silverwing said, grinning at Signum. "I'm not worried about penis size."

She snapped her blade out again striking at Signum's head. Or to be more precise, a half-inch to the side of her head. This was going to hurt no matter how she looked at it, but she had a plan.

A pulse of dark magical energy burst off of her blade. Whether the blade struck Signum, or struck her intended target of Laevatein, the magical surge would lance out into the magical energy surging along Signum's blade. The detonation would begin behind Signum, rather than simultanously all around them.

Oh, she'd still get blasted. But she could ride the explosion, and use Signum to absorb the blast to prevent being fully engulfed.

At least, that was the plan. She knew it wouldn't quite work that way the instant she made the decision to strike.