No One Likes A Little Mayhem (CVU Closed RP)

@missmayhem

Millenium City a region growing ever onward in the amount of heroic images. Even a school dedicated to raising the promising warriors of peace and prosperity of the coming future. Few would dare to come here to start trouble what hope would they have in achieving of their nefarious goals. Constantly news went up about how students bravely fought back those who tied to cause problems, even more filled the air waves of the actual heroes who defended the city. There was even news of how many of the students and one of their teachers helped stop a crisis in Japan. A fact which Alice in particular knew very well.

She'd never visited the city of heroes, honestly she didn't regret it either it stank of reservations. People dared not drink, party, enjoy each other beneath the sheets and so on, because it wasn't the way of the hero. Nobody was bold to take action because of their odds leading the various corporations and towering office buildings and so on to be leading in how things were done. The desire to rise to the top was replaced by complacency. Far as the witch was concerned this city in it's prosperity deserved an introduction once more to chaos. Thus why of all the students Alice chose a particularly young one.

She had no part in the eventful night that was a witch's death which was ideal for what was coming. The witch here had not encountered this lady, had no previous history with her. She also was no one just a mysterious blonde visiting this city. So who would question their crossing of paths or think she was here with more of a motive then the one she would provide? It was ideal, and through the insight charm Alice had casted she knew the power this young girl had was a terrifying one. It could lead to a surplus of chaos, which could be a fun element to help unravel what these people could do. She didn't necessarily care about the heroes or students they made fantastic ingredients to magic however but first came confronting Holly.

She was running at the time, if the witch had to guess the kid had probably recently gotten in a fight with the few who dared to be thugs. She seemed the type to be a brawler, the charm told her this much and where to go to intercept arcane arts assisted by a particular pendent. Nothing much just who to look for and where to go. And sure enough dashing through the alleys was a young thing thirteen years old and not one to resist a fight. The street at the time was relatively clear, though some pedestrians couldn't help but gather curious to see where things would go in the strange western showdown like moment that was the blonde moving to get in the running teen's way.

"Holly right, one of the youngest new kids on the block." The youngest being the one her magic mixed with Kaija's blood led to a particularly demonic child that needed to be cured by many. "I'm sure these thugs are no one to you. So lets give them a proper show shall we?" It was simple to get what Alice wanted. Just ask a girl who couldn't say no to a challenge to fight.

@no_one_:

"You mother****ers"

Holly was always one who sought trouble. She was a thirteen year old girl walking through an alley, in the middle of the night, alone. Seemingly, to any thug, she seemed an easy target irregardless of the lax aura that hung around her at all times when she walked around in public. Her expression looked usually, quite bored. Apathetic. Indifferent. All her life, quite frankly, she beat the everlasting crap out of everyone who attempted to fight her. And just when she was starting to encounter a bit of adversity, a bit of challenge? X-Gene pops up. She floors that chick who's name she can't remember (and who is honestly unimportant) and then she goes up higher and higher. One thing about Millenium was it's high density of superhumans. That made it appealing to go here, for her at least.

Que thugs. Most of them are just plain old guys with pipes, crowbars and all sorts of other crap. Boring. Two of their head honchos are superhumans. Mutant? Meta? She didn't know, nor was she interested in being politically correct. She'd beat the shit out of practically anyone who would ever challenge her for simply the sake of it. Those two thugs? They both collectively lasted seven seconds against Holly. But they made one mistake.

The fire guy ****ed with her hair before the Homecoming. Singed a solid handful of it!

Holly was short, and hardly needed to crouch much as she repeatedly punched the guy to the point of mental oblivion. His movements became unintelligible, and the flame guy lacked the super durability that his super strong friend had. The others more so wanted to intervene not even to rob the girl anymore. They didn't even want revenge. They wanted to prevent her from seemingly crushing every internal organ in his body. In her fit of malevolence, she moved down from his head, and moved towards his stomache, raining down a hail of multi ton haymakers to the abdomen, a sickening crunch of ribs heard.

*Squeak*

The sound of a sneaker moving forward. Holly's face snaps up, and she gets up off the guy, laying there, barely breathing. The guys started inching back, grips tight on their weapons. A guy held a gun in a trembling hand in plain view, but he had a justified fear that she was immune to such a thing.

"Oh you want some too huh?"

She charged forward, her culminated kinetic energy propelling her forward with ease and enabling her to tax her endurance less. It'd seemed that she missed the formality part in the old "Western Showdown" part. Holly was pissed, though it did look like she intended on actually throwing a punch in her run and she didn't. She absorbed the entirity of the kinetic energy from her run and thus, she when from twenty to zero almost instantly, standing mere inches from the no name blonde bimbo standing before. The chick had seven inches on Holly, but it didn't seem to stop her from puffing her chest out and leaning in on her to the point of pushing.

"Trying to save your boyfriend?"

Her scowl spoke of her fury.

"I don't know who you are or where the **** you came from. I don't care. You wanna go? Let's go. I can't guarantee that when I flatten your ass that the guys won't try some shit. Tell me what, play your cards right and I'll make sure to dump your unconscious body somewhere nice and comfy."

With that, Holly would be in at this point. Being short had it's advantages, her smaller arms needing less room to generate power. Her hips swerved and she went from neutral to a full force liver shot in milliseconds. Her intention? Nothing less than leaving her opponent curled up on the ground pissing blood with broken ribs from an impact enough to smash through a solid brick wall.

@missmayhem:

From the grunts and groans from near by the few who dared to act up in this city were in agony for their efforts. Successfully pummeled into submission a delightful thought to Alice honestly, in the young brawler was a great amount of power and skill. If she could get an enchantment to work at the end of this then who knew how much destruction could be done? How hard could she press a few others if she could get the young girl to be just a bit more aggressive. Of course that felt a tad bit petty, hardly the grandiose actions of the witch that had come before. Sometimes though a bit of payback was it's own reward. Priorities though, some smart ass remarks were being made her way and attacks likely to follow.

"Him no, I prefer shall we say a person with more time and experience." Of course who she meant in that was the only person she actually liked in Fukuoka. Everyone else was just a piece on the board not cared for or hated just there to provide ends to a means or get in her way. That man however who taught these students however tried to complicate and uncomplicate her plans in a way that meant more. "Me I'm no one, traveling from nowhere. I do love playing cards though." She smiled and within her gauntlets the golden like gloves the symbol changed within to showcase a heart. These rounds would drain life energies as the gloves fired shotgun shells the impact while standard in impact would through mystic arts work to extract ones vitality.

A fist comes in and in all honesty the girl is much quicker and proficient at these kind of actions then Alice was. Once in the height or lack their of could make for an advantage in striking and it showed as the blow connected without the witch able to react or counter. A fist hits her side, a blonde briefly lifted off her feet from the force of the impact, a gasp of pain escapes her curvaceous figure. She doesn't fall over however her organs not ruptured and bones not broken for the witch has the durability of dragons. Bruised and a bit winded but otherwise able to endure the brick shattering impact that was Holly's fierce striking power.

Her turn a step back from the previous attack to gain distance and she lowers a bit in stance given the target. A quick flurry of punches, nothing special in delivery to be honest, but each strike came with the loud bark of a shotgun. Came with the scorching fires of magma, each fist dispensing bullets that were in fact folded up playing cards. Though they worked like bullets the more potent magic was in the life draining properties. She'd end the brief combo with a downward jab, looking to hit the girl's left shoulder and release the Queen of Hearts. This particular card or bullet having the equivalent of a monomolecular edge looking to carve deep into the opposition.

Her foe was stronger and to be honest better at this kind of fighting. Alice however didn't focus on strength or skills of hand to hand however. That was just the way she wanted to try and use magic now, magic was her skill and strength.

@no_one_:

She could feel her punch penetrate her opponent's side, eliciting a slight gasp that goaded her on. The no-name challenger backed up and Holly went in, not wanting to let the chick get away. The moment of the fight seemed hers, and there was a desire to keep that momentum. No need to give the chick room to breath and use those long arms. Little did she know of what actually accompanied each punch.

"GAH"

The guys she beat the shit out of cheered.

Her head recoiled back like it ought to. The force of the impact didn't hurt her. No it wasn't that. It wasn't the bullets themselves, sharpened and honed to an atom. Nothing could cut her through kinetic force. But the heat hit her harder than any truck would. She could tolerate temperature up to about a thousand degrees Fahrenheit. But Magma on average could reach up to twenty four thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Twice her limit.

And that was just the first punch. A lot of the kinetic energy received from the punches went towards guarding her clothes, making it to a sort of armor against the blasts, but only so much. A scar already showed up on her arm and she couldn't bring herself to absorb every bit of kinetic energy from the impact as she stepped back. The magic worked itself on Ms. Mayhem like it would any other human being, subtly draining her vital energies with each and every strike. And yet, as her body shouted at her, her mind shouted back without her actually thinking about it. Her instinct spoke to her.

I can't let this bitch open the gap.

She had shotguns on her hands for crying out loud.

She took a few steps back, her body....responding to the pain. Learning from it. It's been a while since she's had to....dodge anything. A long time. She felt a sort of...fear. Shock. And yet, in the face of it, she laughed. She liked it. Kinda like that feeling you get on a roller coaster. Watching a horror movie. You....like it.

All this in the world of milliseconds. This is a brawl. No a chess game.

The last strike sent her back and she bounced right back up at the end of the barrage. Bursting forward a lengthy half second after being thrown back fists already clenched and body low as she sought to get in on her opponent again. Oblivious to the life force draining effects, she seemed as of yet still full of vitality and in fact, stronger from the kinetic energy gathered from the previous punches. Her barrage was like an explosion. A fast set of uppercuts and hooks all aimed towards the taller chicks body. Her blows intent purpose being to simply, start the process of tiring the Blonde out. For all intents and purposes? Strikes to the stomache and sides were made to beat the breath out of her and lead to the eventual outcome of difficulty breathing.

Every punch was thrown with a deliberate power, focused on vital areas, but with a cost in the fact that she left herself habitually open to counter attack, her guard, functionally non-existent as she focused heavily on bringing her opponent to her eventual knees. Every opponent she'd faced for a long time fell to her. This chick'd be no different.

Right?

@missmayhem:

She had a position to play Alice, a roll as just a heroic figure passing through wanting to maybe be a teacher or visit other heroic individuals. Others beaten by the girl cheered at the progress of the fight at the idea of the young fighter being hurt. Alice found a moment to seemingly punch the air. A simple gesture that came with the resounding bark of shotguns and the dispersal of projectiles at the thugs in question. Fire and blood mixed with a draining of life had most of them down within little time. They were better this way when the stupidity didn't drip off their tongues just drool from unconsciousness.

As for the actual combat it was telling, physical ability was mostly redundant leaving little impact and if she had to guess being absorbed. Curious so that was the power in question, it didn't take as kindly to heat however. The cutting card folded into a bullet didn't mean anything nor did the punches really but the magma rivaling heat had. There was a delight to the girl, someone who enjoyed the fact she might need to dodge that there was reason to be concerned. She was a fighter and a great one, and it'd been some time sense a challenge was felt. Which made her ideal for the things Alice had in mind for later. For now however the fight needed to be the focus, a little ground was gained and soon Holly would be closing in to press the attack.

Punches came uppercuts and hooks with enough to bruise the durable witch and her new body. She tucked her arms in and lowered her stance a bit. Arms ached from the ferocious might behind strikes but it was more just attacks sent to tire her out side jabs harder to defend against given size and speed. Then it comes another gunshot, just to the air, but a king of hearts. For the briefest second it's magic casts a prison cell set of bars. A brief instance of a cage, it shatters almost the moment it enters existence. There and gone, it's mist life draining and filling the air as it was destroyed but it has a function. A brief barrier to let a hook go wide and open to Alice's own movement.

She moves inward a jab with the elbow burning like magma and her whole body beginning to radiate with searing heat. She looks to use the brief opening to lead into a brief hold on the girl's wrist. Her might not enough likely injure Holly but the blazing touch might. It should allow for an easy flow into a jump kick that should plant her boot nicely into ones youthful face. An action that hit or miss would come with a landing that went off with a brief explosion. Igniting the air and casting a cheer of car alarms from the shockwave that came with it.

@no_one_

A set of bars for a second and just like that? Nothing.

Why am I...so tired?

Her haymaker grew noticeably more lethargic. She got clipped in the shoulder with another jarring jab as an elbowed followed up into her face. She gritted her teeth to hold in he scream at the sensation that felt something akin to being branded. Her body fought back as she fought the flow of the fight, and the opponent seized the oppertunity grabbing her by the wrist, twirling her about.

Focus ****ing dammit!

*WOOSH*

The kept her guard up, and easily broke the grip of the hold to evade being manhandled like some mook. Her The weave that followed as she leaned backwards and spun around might've made Mike Tyson himself proud. A true moment of achievement....except for the ensuing fiery explosion she couldn't avoid anyway. The air thundered as Holly flew out of the alley like a a ragdoll. Her body sent careening through the air as she smashed into a person shaped imprint on the steel reinforced concrete. Her body and clothes smoulder from the impact as though she was a freshly fired artillery round.

In a daze, she falls from the imprint and lands on her feet, sweating profusely as she saunters forward, her movement wobbly and obviously, not up to par with how she was before. Only when the light shone from ten feet away did she notice the car, looking glazily at it as the head lights got closer and closer....one outstuck arm as it breaked? And the car stopped cold. A minor dent in the hood, and Holly didn't move an inch.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

As she moved forward, the car sped up behind her. From a bit of distance, she stared the girl down, taking a second to catch her breath. Taking a moment to think, as her eyes lit a glow with a purple gaze of "I'm getting real tired of your shit." She said. If the girl wasn't gonna fight on her terms, then she had to adapt and overcome. The culmination of kinetic energy from the blast and the car impacting her wouldn't be enough. The chick was doing something to her, and if she was gonna start to fight it, she was gonna have to change up her tactics.

As she began to approach, she seemed content to keep the fight in the open streets, where she had way more room and way more cars coming to and fro. People knew what was going on. The police were probably gonna be here soon. And yet Holly couldn't give less of a damn. She wanted to keep the fight onto the open street where she had more room to maneuver. Whether or not she moved out to the open street with people running and screaming, she'd have to attack.

Her hand went out to her side and she yoink a car in front of her from the bottom and holds it in front of herself as a shield against the shogun blasts. With a girly roar she runs forward, charging the chick with auromobile in hand before she'd jump up up a couple of feet, holding the fortified vehicle above her head and attempt to land one savage strike.

Simply put, once within range, Holly would pick the car up and smash it down on top of the no name chick with what one could only suspect to be dozens of tons, the air rippling away from the impact and a loud *BOOM*shaking the accompanying area for a split second.

@missmayhem:

The opposition was incredibly evasive and talented in a fight. Though she could tank plenty of damage it seemed she also knew and was good at avoiding if need be. Realistically in a fight of fists alone she probably would of bested Alice easy. Alice didn't fight in a conventional way though. Her attacks hadn't done to much but the opposition was becoming more lethargic. The witch had faith she could pull something off just prepare for the coming action. Focus on the goal, influence and misdirection. Holly was charging forward, a car in hand easy to lose sight of the opponent. A headband falls to the asphalt and rolls along the street it comes to a halt as a girl leaps into the air.

Fists come up defending against the impact of the silver car, the air ripples and a blonde slides backward. It pushes the blonde down and she's forced to vanish. She reappears where the headband like device was stretching her hands bruised beneath the gauntlets she wore. The car hits the asphalt, with a little bit of fire and a series of scattered shrapnel scattered around the area. Alice's gloves cock as she punches the air a few times, projectiles hitting rather pedestrians. With each shot the wounds begin to heal, to make up for any damage that might have been done from such force. "And I'm tired of destructive heroes. I'd say you're a failure of a student."

"That is if I was a teacher, I'm no one." She smiled at that remark perhaps more amused by it then she should be. "That car is totaled, because of your fighting style and that's it. Do they have car insurance, are you going to cover it? Lot of unknowns for the people you should be out to protect. Then you look at other heroes, fighting with explosions behind every step. Flying through buildings. Firing off high energy lasers. Giants who can kick a building over as they box kaiju." Alice did her best to give off a lecturing tone as if she was someone who could have been a teacher. "Perhaps though we can fix that" a enchanted word this woman was willing to help to hopefully make a pair that would shove over the people who abused power. Who'd take a civilian's car as a weapon "of course who am I kidding, your just a roaring brute of a girl probably." The blonde rushed to close the gap, headband kicked along the way a brief golden trail along the asphalt.

Two quick punches, a quartet of shot gun shells escaping each thrust of the fist. Ammunition looking to drain life from the opposition to impact with a tiring strike. These were only having minimal effect though against the energy absorbent teen it wasn't enough. Thus the ring rolling along the street, as the blonde rushed forward she'd get as close to the teen as she could. Seconds from striking the academy student or being countered. Alice would disappear though at the end looking to appear behind her foe. The vorpal blade of Tophat had been made into the gloves it required her to want the gauntlets to have such effect but once it did such as now their nature was entirely different. It became incorporeal that lowered fist that looked to jab into the small of the girl's back looked to ignore the resistance it should feel. To let the hand enter the body and shut down whatever it came into contact with. No blood or damaging of flesh it just fell into a necrotic status. Alice fully intended to undo the damage done later, for right now though it seemed like the right course of action. To show a rowdy adolescent she wasn't as untouchable as she perceived herself to be.

@no_one_:

"Will you just shut the **** up already you hypocritical bitch?!"

Holly yells, not in the mood to philosophize with some psycho chick who challenged her to seemingly a life to death battle. The fact that she killed the thugs and the pedestrians raised the stakes. And if she beat her up, it would just be chalked up to her beating the living hell out of some psycho villain. Whatever. Just another day in Millennium City. Whatever.

The car hits her opponent, and there is indeed an explosion. Dust flies up. But no flames. In the clearing, the car was in tact, and the ground was abnormally, shattered by the vehicle, it clearly ate more of the kinetic energy than the vehicle did, her patented "Foritify" ability having previously strengthened the car to such standards that Holly could easily swing it around without breaking it. Only the glass really shattered. Too much work. Too much energy.

Until...

Holly sees the chick charging her and turns too late as shotgun blasts hit her. And yet? She still pushes herself, and decides, why the hell not? Why not bet it all on one attack. She's charging right at her like some linebacker. Holly lifts the large car up with a comical ease allocated by her remaining supply of kinetic energy. She revs up, and dumps it all into one strike. The rough estimate of kinetic energy she'd acquired previously and in this bout. The car turns into a blur, as she swings it like a baseball bat.

Miss. The Girl is gone.

What the ****.

She still lives in the world of milliseconds. The momentum of her swing carries her in a circle, and the energy is still flowing. As she spins, she sees the girl behind her. No thought. Only reaction. Flow. The missed strike turns into oppertunity. As with a maniacal grin, seeks to smack the chick with over a hundred tons of force. Enough impact energy to send her a football field away. If a building didn't stop her first.

It wasn't without cost, however.

Holly was panting, drained. Kinetic energy could no longer fuel her movements. No matter how hard she tried to tough it? Fatigue was showing. She was near her limit. Her breathes were heavy. Her legs were wobbling. She wanted desperately to lie or sit down. But she wasn't sure if she was gonna get up again, if she did that. "Come on."

She catches a breath in between whispers. Secretly hoping that for the love of god, that she didn't ****ing miss.

"Stay down...."

I can't lose.

@missmayhem:

A moment was all it took the slightest instant in a fight and things could happen that were unexpected. Or something could change disrupting the flow. Her opponent was better at hand to hand, she was also lighter. Momentum did the bringer of mayhem wonders allowing the young girl to flow into a counter attack. Where a fist find's ribs and backs a remarkable amount of force behind it. Alice is thrown as a few bones start to crack, he witch honestly smiling and quite pleased as she's sent through the air. Her durability had been tested, incredibly high to a point that it took hits like that more often then not to get results. Limits were being discovered, now however the witch needed to attend to her sudden departure from the earth. To not do the kind of damage so many got away with as she claimed, she was a teacher in this facade in a way and that image was something to maintain.

A fist strikes a wall, concrete dents cracks race around some to a point they even find windows. Glass that shatters and breaks but otherwise nothing is done to drastic. A simple repair and the force counters the movement allowing the blonde to halt in motion. Dropping to the street below. As the red eyed magician lands she looks around at those previously shot. Her attacks could do damage sure, an exhausting life sapping action. Or could mend wounds, the few bruises and cuts from the collision beginning to be healed through the arcane arts. It was an impressive trait whatever this young girl had. A resilience and might truly worth admiration or to be more exact desiring. The girl was also stubborn though not likely to be open to experimentation or the ideas that might come to the witch's mind.

"I don't think we play well together." She smiled her eyes fading to a violet as she simply walked to cross the several yards. Her voice however carried its way over with no need to raise her tone. Enchanted to reach the desired ears instead of be lost to distance and noise. "I'm also kind of a shit teacher I take it." She joked, Alice was more a cheshire smiled woman experimenting then a combatant. "What do you say I just take a blood sample for my own curiosity? And then I patch you up and go about my way remembered as no one in particular." The witch curious if she could in fact get a sample with a rather simplistic turn of the situation. There was a chance of retaliation instead, a final strike meant to break more then Alice's current lower ribs. That a strike might come with intention to make walking more agonizing then it already was, the witch currently only standing because her previous self had taxed her body with cruel spells in early studies of the mystic ways. If such attacks came from Holly, Alice had something chambered into her gauntlets for such an occasion, a counter attack being readied just in case.

@no_one_:

What? Experience a little bit of ****ing pain and I fold. That can't be me. I won't let that be me....I won't let that be me.

I won't let that be me.

I won't let that be me.

I'm not weak.

She kept thinking about the greats. Those iron jawed fighters she always watched and honestly, idolized. The ones who could take shit and dish it out. Maybe the romanticized come back didn't always happen, but hell. Staying up when you wanna lay down? When your legs wanna give. If that isn't real strength, what is. In this state it's all shes got. Her body already burned through energy with the use of her natural strength, profusely quickly. Her kinetic energy was all but expended with the one backhand. Another step really, and she'd fall.

Her fists were clenched. She breathed heavily through gritted teeth, a beast staring at the girl as she approached again. It was all a front. Look up and you see some monster staring at you. Look down and you see a cat backed up into a corner.

"Tell you what!"

*Pant*

*Pant*

"Come over here where I can smash you into the ground."

*Pant*

*Pant*

"After I spit on you, I'll shit in a bucket and leave it for you. How's that for a DNA sample? ....You ****ing creep."

@missmayhem:

"You'll have to forgive me but I only follow my own orders." She couldn't deny being a creep, Alice in fact liked who she was. Dabbling in anything regardless how obscene to obtain what she wished. Wasn't much that was taboo or off limits to her. However her opposition was showing a good level of strain fists clenched breathing heavy. Looked furious, that last attack however was all Holly presumably had. This was a bluff, Alice however was pretty good at card games.

A snap of the witch's fingers and her clothes changed. The witch ready to soon simply make her leave. Her gauntlets though were the central part of the change. Shotgun shells resting in her hands. Shells which fell away to reveal hands filled with playing cards. "You broke my ribs I don't like you smashing me." Her skin was more like that of a dragon then a girl as well. An impressive level of durability and it'd been of little use against the opposition with thunderous might behind those little fists.

"So a magic trick instead." Seven queens fill the air one having already been used previously. Two of every queen but the one of hearts. The symbols change though fading until there is rather just the heart and diamond. Seven queens of diamond crested hearts. As a diamond the cards followed an opposition circled around. As a heart the cards drained ones life essence exhausting and taxing on the body. As a queen the edge of the cards were monomolecular cutting through most material with minimal challenge. A gesture of the hands and the seven cards shot toward Holly looking to taint the playing cards in scarlet. They snaked through the air each looking to repeatedly cut the young boxer before her.

Two cards remained in the blonde's hands depending on the situation she'd chose which to use. Should the acquisition of blood be obtained then an Ace of Hearts was ready. It's explosive yield was only rivaling C4 but it's nature as a heart in the deck would allow revitalization. The limited detonation would be meant to heal the teenager as a witch made her exit. This didn't have to be a fight that concluded in death or anything of such an extensive nature. However in the other hand resided a joker, it had no symbol just a jester upon the card. As such it would only do the action of the jester to reflect what was sent toward it as a counter. If an attack came the witch through her arcane deck would simply look to return to sender.

@no_one_:

She takes a step forward wobbling. Any other person would be out now. Her body lent itself well to absorbing the kinetic impacts and it's still tough enough to survive more heat than an ordinary human. The effects of the life force drain, however....

It effected her like anyone else. Her body lent no durability. No protection against it. Merely, she kept herself up through nothing more than sheer force of will. She saw the chick coming, but knew she wasn't intent on getting. She took one step as if to side step, but she could barely hold herself up, let alone dodged. She knew she had to take it.

**** it. If I'm gonna take it? I might as well take it all.

Her body shifted. It absorbed so much kinetic energy that she couldn't move at all. The cards hit her and nothing happened. Adamantium itself would be unable to break through Holly's kinetically negating each and every cut. The nature of her abilities, as opposed to indestructibility, made her immune to it, as it simply pressed up against her skin.

She was rearing to go, having absorbed energy from repeatedly kinetic impact. But her vision blurred beneath her now glowing eyes. The force that was the source of her power began to fade from her orbs. The fire within was snuffed and soon, her facade faultered. Her knees finally buckled and with little left, she fell to the ground. Even now? She was fighting. Her body twitched. As if her spirit was trying to command it. And yet her body told her to sleep. That it's alright. "Screw it" her body said. It'd been a long day. Every excuse in the book came out and will only did so much against the very real limits she'd pushed her body beyond.

The twitching stopped, and she was done. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were still half open. Pale, as they stared emptily into the dirt.

@missmayhem:

"Poor audience participation" the witch remarked as her hand went back to her side the pressure nice on her broken bones. Let the arcane effects of life sapping magic flow into her and mend damage done some give a little time and she'd be back to a comforting level of vitality. For now she watched the conflict play out however and sure enough while the teenager's body was resilient enough to ride out the onslaught of cards the draining properties did the opposition in. The witch flicked her wrist dissipating one card into her sleeves and dropping a simple yo yo into the hands of the magic caster. Alice stopping to kneel for a moment beside the fallen.

"Nrub" she whispers and the edge of a card in hand begins to burn. A heated scalpel of a ace, a small cut to go along an exposed wrist and with that the fresh scent of iron fills the air as blood is spilt. A vile is conjured taking in the flow of ichor of the open wound into its glass chamber. "Why must women be so difficult?" Alice mused to herself before dropping the vile into a pocket and then dropped the scalpel like playing card to the asphalt.

It exploded, did so with the revitalizing blessing of the cards instead of its usual function though. Looking to flood the fallen student with the same essence being pulled from her during the engagment. She'd likely wake up just as healthy as she'd been while knocking around thugs. All the same out of a cautious intention of covering her trail Alice walked to a civilian the toy swaying back and forth reducing the individual into hypnosis. "Get her safely to Millennium Academy, unless she tells you to ---- off." In a more fair and honest fight Holly would have won. Alice didn't play fair though and usually wasn't even partaking in the same game. Next stop would be the new bewitched city or the Devils ass hole, she wasn't sure which to go toward just yet.

Where am i?

How did I get here?

Oh right....I lost.

Why does this feel good? No. I have to get up. I have to....

....Where is she?

Her body was taxed to it's maximum, and she felt until she felt a healing wave of energy came over her. And yet, it felt better than what she liked to admit. Fighting pain, was easy. Fighting pleasure, desire and peace, was much harder. To be honest, this wasn't a sensation Holly had ever felt before. Really, now she didn't feel much. No pain. No fatigue, no nothing. Just the small fight she herself mustered to bring open her pale, partially open eyes, a little glint of color. Just so that she can watch the chick walk off for but a brief moment before she fades into oblivion once more.

"Put. Me. Down."

The person so kind as to pick her up finds themselves shoved off the ground. The person looks around in disbelief, moving about in blur. As Holly gets up, her eye fluttering as they adjust to the sea of lights overwhelming her retinas. It takes a while for her eyes to piece together the blotches, but in a few moments, she sees she's in another part of the city. The person carrying her is gone by the time she gets everything in her head, set, and it takes a bit of wandering around for her to figure out her what part of town she's in.

Her face presses against the wall of a general store, a set of clocks on presentation, telling her the time.

"An hour, huh?"She murmurs lowly to herself.

I got lucky. I guess.

She looks towards her fist, opening it as she looks at her palm, and then closing it. Her eyes narrow in thought of as to why she was spared. What the chick wanted. A sample? Just a sample? For what, she might wonder. Her hands go in pocket when she walks, and as cops, firefighters and paramedics speed by, she throws up her hoodie. Her body was fine, oddly. All the burn marks that littered it and should have scarred, healed. Her body is rejuvenated, but her mind is exhausted.

All that sleep and I'm still ****ing tired.