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The Cerulean Typhoon
A lone figure stood in the rain, breathing heavily. Cerulean eyes glared at the sight ahead of her, a gaze made all the more menacing with the blood trickling down her face.
The crushed armor and tattered clothing did little to shield her from the cold rain, but it didn't matter to her.
"Formidable," the lady simply said, stabilizing her breathing to normal levels after the rigorous activity which had just occurred. "I didn't think you had that kind of power."
"You're no longer who you used to be," the other figure said, "ever since you found your heart in that unworthy peasant, you have lost your power."
The bloodied woman remained silent, but the quiet, seething anger in those cerulean eyes spoke their reply. The wind began picking up again. Whirlwinds of power began circling her wrists and arms.
"Oh? Angry are you?" the other figure teased.
No reply. Just a stronger concentration of wind and fury at the other's calling.
"You were once the Cerulean Typhoon, but now you're just a puddle in love with some petty lesser--"
"Don't." The typhoon uttered in a low voice. Don't you dare finish that sentence.
"Now there's the Typhoon we know!" the figure moved into position, readying hands for a fatal strike.
My dear... I'm not sure what will come out of this battle... But if I don't come back... please take care of them...
And they lunged.