by Mitera Nikkou » Tue Jan 23, 2007 7:39 pm
(OOC: I feel like laughing, but I'd feel bad if I did for the reason I would be laughing for...)
The ill-intentioned woman had a free hand too, and felt that taking care of the immediate threat to her person was more important than severing what bound her one arm. Using her free hand, which now bore nails nearly as long as the other, she leaned forward and lashed out with it, at Brenna, who had placed herself into a prone position, the opposite of what she had intended. You just don't pass up opportunities like that. XD
Fortunately, another vine came out of the night, catching her active arm before she could reach her target. However, she did swing her long nails down until her fingertips were against the base of her palm, and she managed to cut a long gash along one of Brenna's extended arms.
(OOC: I'm going to move right along, so note how she reacts to the injury (including if she dropped the pick ax), just for contingency's sake.)
"Would you listen already!" That same voice exclaimed again, sounding annoyed, and getting the attention of (and thus distracting for a moment) those she was addressing.
The woman had already gone into working her way free, an expression on her face that was a mix of anger and concentration. On the vines, near her hands, black flames appeared, burning away while she began to tug at her vices, waiting for them to weaken and snap. Unfortunately, by the time she sensed something approaching her from above, it was too late. By the time that she looked up, her vision was overcome by a sparkling fist. While she crumpled to the ground, unconscious, her black flames died away and the vines, scorched but intact, returned from whence they came.
Standing beside the fallen woman was another otherwordly-seeming woman, this one with an ambient light around her, bright enough to wash out all of the colors of her body with its own golden hue. She faced the general direction of the three young ladies, her arms crossed and her face with a look of disapproval.
"Won't you ever learn to listen to me?" She chastized, acting familiar with whom she directed her rhetorical question toward. "I swear..."
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned because only women can give two tits for every tat.
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