Battle of Weapons

*i stand with Julia in an open field during almost sunset*

Julia: Sunset is beautiful, isn't it?

Yes. I find myself quite soothed by its impending disappearance.

Julia: So, we're fighting someone today?

That we are. I want to use your strength.

Julia: Ok then.

*Julia changes into her scythe form and i grasp her handle, her staff in the ground*

Julia: I wonder who will come...

I hope someone strong enough to pose a challenge

Despair happens to be floating along the open field, reasons unknown, and spots Fenri and Julia. "Oh, Fenri... Julia... Isn't this sunset just wonderfully horrible...?"

Julia: It's them again.

Not them, just her.

I suppose you could say it was wonderfully horrible. You could also say it was the perfect place for a new beginning.

*i hang Julia across both my arms behind my head, resulting in a more relaxed stance, out of character for me*

Despair plops onto the ground, her dress making her look like she had NO sort of lower torso whatsoever "So profound... So dreadfully, horribly profound... If I might ask, what are you two weary souls doing out here?"

We are training to use each others' power to the fullest.

*i grip Julia tightly waiting for a response*

Despair quirked a brow, intrigued "Oh, training, hm...? Maybe I can assist... A deathscythe such as myself should be more than a challenge for you, hm...?" She stood, her dress flowing aimlessly. Razor blades formed on her shoulders, forearms, fingers, and lining of her dress while holes appeared on her palms, under the blades on her shoulders, across her chest and down her back.

*i slash at Despair, right across the air, sending a multitude of icy petals at her at some unknown speed*

Despair waved her hand across the air and her dress flared up in front of her. The petals were easily forced away from her, due to her dress's inability to be cut or torn. The razors on her dress began to glow and slice up all of the petals violently, disintegrating them on contact "Ah, the Blades of Despair... a the cuts and slits of a saddened soul..." Her dress calmed.

*i appear right in front of Despair, hidden for a moment by the activity of her dress and bring an intimidating jumping slash down on her, crackling intensely with electricity*

Despair's dress extended and formed as a dome around her, her Rejection Soul charged into it, making it a grayish color. Before Fenri and Julia could even reach Despair to touch her, they were forced back by the insanely intense force radiating from the Rejection Soul. Despair then lowered her dress, firing several Despair Soul charged missiles from her hands and chest in Fenri's general direction, the Despair Soul that they were charged with ready to devour Fenri's emotions if the missile or the explosions made contact.