Violet vs Megumi

Violet relaxed a bit as she received her ninjato. And as soon as her earphones covered her ears, she let out a sigh. She slowly started to stand up, her reasonable side acting again. With her ninjato still in her left hand, the ninja turned back to face Megumi. Holding her right hand in front of her, she calmly said.

" Thanks for this great match. "

Megumi smiled at Violet, taking her hand in his. She winced a little in pain from the cut on her right arm, but did not let it show on her face.

"I don't quite get what happened here," Megumi said, "But at least nobody got killed. Just... don't go insane next time, ne~?"

She let go of Violet's hand, gave a quick wave, and exited the ring. Sera was gone now, probably backstage after seeing that her job was done. Megumi had to go after her. She hadn't yet properly thanked the girl who saved her, and she probably needed help too from the wounds she recieved. Perhaps when she caught up, they could settle their differences.

((So sorry. Dx Only have time for this post here too, but I might be back around tomorrow I hope. If anyone wants, we can continue things backstage.))

As the fight continued and seemed to calm down, Seraphim had slowly begun inching to the side of the ring. The moment it looked like Megumi was in control, the one-eyed wrestler would start to depart, finding she was no longer needed. Not once did Seraphim stop for her own wounds, blocking them out of her mind like white noise, bothered that her plan hadn't worked, but still personally pleased with herself to see how things ended up. Megumi was going to be okay, and that was all that mattered.

As soon as Megumi had aided in helping Violet's sanity come intact once again, Seraphim was already gone. Like a ghost, she didn't make any noise, and practically seemed to vanish; one moment in the ring, and now no where in site. She was a guardian angel, only there to help prevent Megumi from being killed, and then slipping away to her haven before she could get so much as a thank you. Although, perhaps the only way to track down the 'angel' was the small trail of blood splatter she had from her wounds, apparently not even bothering to tend to them just yet as Seraphim had rushed backstage, unaware of the trail she left behind her. All she cared about was that she felt like she had personally made up for the things she had done to Megumi, and could let that settle on her troubled consciousness. Nothing else mattered now to her.