Match of the Millennium

Description: There is something magic in the summer air. A certain kind of a magic… that is love. But love is tough for the likes of biker gangster Rae and the crazed sorceress Sorcha. That’s where the love witch I-No comes in. In this wild fight, I-No’s duty will be to teach Sorcha and Rae how to be proper ladies or gentleman, and shows them how to get your man or woman. To assist her, is international love superstar Mignon Beart! What could possibly go wrong?!

[SORCHA]
It's early afternoon here on the beach, the blazing orange of the summer sun bearing down on the Okinawan coastline from its perch high in the deep blue sky as it bathes the island and all those upon it with its radiance. There are few clouds visible overhead but this part of the island nation is never entirely free from the intense humidity that comes with the season and today is no exception. The cool spray of the ocean breeze as it laps at the shore provide some relief from the heat but the true escape lies within the waters themselves as even the mighty daystar doesn't have the power to warm up that much mass to anything more than a comfortable lukewarm temperature.

Having discovered the oppressive combination of heat and humidity in short order upon her arrival in this bizarre foreign land, Sorcha has spent the majority of her time indulging in this simple vice. Ofcourse, with beach fun times comes the requirement of proper attire. Gone are the heavy clothes that she typically wears; instead, the little mutant is garbed in rather showy bikini, though she is quite lacking in the departments that would normally be what one would be attempting to show off, compose of a slender tube top and v-cut bottom, both dull orange in color. Her build is lithe and sinewy, not one scrap of excess fat visible on her stained black skin but nor is she showing any signs of being unhealthily thin, such a visible ribs or whatnot. Ofcourse, sporting four arms, clawed toes, and a mouthful of teeth that any shark would be jealous of, she doesn't exactly fit the description of 'normal' either.

Several piles of various debris litter the beach, standing as testament to the activities she has indulged in over the past few hours. The towering remains of what must have at one point been a magnificient sand castle lay strewn about in a shattered heap, crumbled parapets and battlements sitting in lonely clumps atop a pile of chaos, destruction, and footprints. A trail of body imprints in the damp beach lead away from the carnage in a haphazard line, the army of sand angels posed in various scenes of further destruction like the cave paintings of some ancient barbarian tribe. Dozens of tiny little effigies surround these murals, barely distinguishable as humanoid figures bowed in terror or worship to the massive depictions of horror.

At present, Sorcha is some distance further down the beach, having wandered away from the stretch next to the beach house. A rather sizable pile of fish creates something of a carpet over the sands, some still flopping about as they gasp for breath. The mutant herself sits a few dozen feet out into the gently rolling waves. She treads water for several seconds, her mis-matched eyes peering downwards into the briney soup intently. Then, with a sudden maniac peal of laughter, she dives beneath the surface only to rise again a few seconds later with a fresh catch in her many hands.

"I told you! This is MY spot! YOU WERE WARNED!"

[RAE]
"It's too bad you ain't got a decent set of tits." The second member of the demonic duo grumbles his complaint with idle annoyance, currently lounged back in a canvas lawn chair with his booted feet stretched out before him. He is wearing his usual outfit of open leather vest and jeans, his hairy, heavily tattooed upper body exposed to the sun's scorching rays. A number of empty beer bottles litter the sand around him, and he is holding another half full brew in his right hand. The ice chest he must be pulling them from rests behind his right elbow.

"I been starin' at your scrawny black ass all fuckin' afternoon. Where them witches at?"

As Rae speaks he narrows his dead grey eyes at the back of Sorcha's head, just a hint of accusation coming into his rough, smoke and whisky drawl. It doesn't really matter to him that this whole idea was his, and that he was the one that filed all the paperwork. He just wants to strangle something, and Sorcha is the only person readily available for strangling.

He restrains himself, for now, tangled grey hair falling back from his forehead to reveal the jagged scar there as he tips his beer up and drains it. This empty bottle is tossed carelessly to the sand, clinking loudly off of the others piled around him.

It's been a long ass day.

[I-NO]
LAST NIGHT:

Sake bombs. LOTS of them. And some asshole who kept asking if she was a witch (because of the hat, obviously). There was a really good joke about turning his dick into a frog that isn't getting repeated, but trust me, it was HILARIOUS.

THIS MORNING:

I-No slams her hand on her buzzing phone, squints at the text message on it, and slurs "fuuuuuck meeeeeeeee runninnnnnnnnnnnng" because guess who forgot she'd signed up for some fighting game show bullshit on a bar bet.

NOW:

She's a tall big tity bombshell in red leather walking across an Okinawan beach, wearing a pair of super dark aviators because she is still kinda hungover, her sky blue guitar slung across her back. When she gets to the designated fight arena she takes one look at her two opponents and, after a moment of tense silence, starts cackling like a madwoman. "Oh my fucking GOD. Science fictionnnnnnn double featuuuuuuuuuure. Hoo! Okay."

Slinging the guitar off her back, the woman whips off her red leather jacket and tosses it aside, revealing the... revealing top she normally wears underneath. "Alright, Twin Freaks. Let's get this over with. Momma wants a raw steak and to never see the motherfucking sun ever again."

She hasn't taken the aviators off.

[MIGNON]
"WAAAAAAIT!"

The sound of high-pitched squeal from inside a nearby green plastic garbage can right outside the beach house. The sound is followed by shaking. Each shake comes an audible squeak. Mignon was very excited for this fight. She had a plan! When all her opponents came here, and when Mignon heard them, then Mignon would burst out of the garbage can! Then everyone would gasp, because they would be super surprised. But then they would laugh, because Mignon is so cute like a kitty cat! It was a foolproof plan. The problem?

The top was chained shut.

"You can't forget Mignon!" Was the cry. Mignon really hoped she could get out. Mignon was getting very hot in the garbage can, and it was smelling a lot like Mignon's cooking. Mignon stops shaking a moment, and considers very hard. How did Mignon end up in this situation?

***LAST NIGHT***

Mignon was sitting in her room, staring eagerly at her laptop. On the screen was Youtube video of 10 hours of Nyancat.

***THIS MORNING***

Mignon was sitting in her room, staring eagerly at her laptop. On the screen was a 10 hours of Nyancat. Suddenly, her cellphone blares out with the theme of Crazy Frog's Axel F. Mignon gasps, and hits the space bar. Nyancat begins to play, as Mignon picks up her phone. "Wowwie Wow Wow! Mignon is here! How can Mignon help!"

***A FEW HOURS AGO***

Mignon is wearing her super super cute pink and white outfit, with lots of soft parts and holding her form and nice big round things on her hands and feet that let her be boxy woxy without hurty wurty her handy dandies and footy wootys. Eyes bright, the pink-haired girl is carried across the mess of a beach, pass the debris and the cause of it. Mignon is just smiling as she is lowered into the garbage can by several SNF Producers. "WEEEE!" Mignon squeals, before the garbage can is sealed off with lock and chain.

***RIGHT NOW***

The can continues to rock back and forth, squeaking with every shake. "MIGNON IS IN HERE! LET MIGNON OUT!" The can finally falls over, landing with a final loud squeak. The voice cries out again.

"MIGNON MUST TEACH YOU HOW TO LOVE!"

[SORCHA]
Hoisting her latest victim aloft, Sorcha cackles madly in her shrill grating fashion. She tilts it so that the thing's fishy face is peering down at her with its wide gaping eyes and she stares at it menacingly with a broad jagged grin. Then, she opens her mouth and simply drops the entire fish into it, chomping down with loud noises for several seconds.

"Trath'll heech ouh!"

Rae's complaints cause the mutant to turn around so as to stare at him, fish tail still hanging out of her mouth. She seems to frown at this, her maniac munching slowing to a slow cow-like chew for a few seconds before she simply swallows sending the mostly still alive creature sliding down her gullet. Sorcha heads back to the beach with broad strokes that carrying her rather quickly through the waves, the extra arms doubling the efficiency of her paddling. Emerging from the water, she heads over to the pile of fish and snags another one, gulping it down like the first.

"If you hate it so much, why you starin', ya old dog?"

Smirking coyly, Sorcha stretches her upper set of arms up in the air in a mock stretch while the lower set move to rest on her hips as she bends like a reed in a manner that is probably supposed to be provocative. She's not very good at it though. Fortunately, someone who is much more suitable to the role of eye candy makes an appearance at around that time!

Sorcha twists in place, arms still stretched upwards, to peer at the rocker witch lady with a wary glare, her mostly normal eye squinting shut while the dull red glow of the other opens wide to take in the new arrival.

"Daaaaaamn, guuurl!" Sorcha unwinds into a more normal pose, well normal for her, turning to face I-no with a slightly hunched over posture, her various arms splayed out in a wide pattern as if expecting to leap out and grab onto the buxcom woman at any time. "That's a nice guitar you got there!"

And then the trashcan starts talking. The mutant whirls around with a look of outrage, jamming a single clawed digit at the distance green cylinder accussingly.

"I told you to keep quiet, CAN! The price for disobedience is death! Ahaha... HAhahaha!"

Drawing back the two arms on her right side, Sorcha whips them forward in unison and bold black fire erupts from her palms in a lazy arc. The projectile screams across the beach like a meteor on a direct impact course for the flimsy container.

COMBATSYS: Mignon has started a fight here.

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Mignon           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Sorcha has joined the fight here.

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Mignon           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Sorcha

COMBATSYS: Mignon has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Sorcha           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Rae has joined the fight here on the left meter side.

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Rae              0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Mignon
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Sorcha           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: I-No has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Rae              0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Mignon

[RAE]
"'Cause it's either you, or the fish." Rae grouses back to Sorcha's sly reply, having watched with idle disinterest as she deep throated a couple of the innocent sea creatures. "You edge out the pile of dead fish, but it's a close fuckin' thing."

It is then that I-No makes her trudging appearance, and the savage old man's dead eyes flick toward her, then stop. A brief, yellow-toothed grin splits his scarred features as he drags his heels back through the sand and begins to stand.

"You just been replaced." Rae informs Sorcha simply, shoving lazily to his feet while giving the red-clad witch a slow, deliberate once over. His gaze pauses openly at all the places an outfit like hers invites it to, lighting slowly with an emotion that might be excitement. Or perhaps it's rage. In this particular man, the two feelings are very closely linked.

"You lookin' for work, red? Got a couple twenties if your interested." The offer is made jeeringly, teeth bared in a vicious grin as the old demon steps forward, boots sinking into the soft sand. "We just gonna consider this a job interview." He seems not to notice the squeaking, tumbling garbage can off in the distance behind him, or his partner's reaction to its disobedient behavior.

Rae draws in a deep breath and lets it out through clenched teeth, a light snarl chasing it out from his chest. His trudging steps transition into a lumbering, head down charge. He is not tall, perhaps only 5'9, but judging by his bulk he couldn't weigh less than 200 pounds. All of which comes hurtling toward I-No at a run, before the beastly old man leaps into the air and throws his feet forward. Hellish orange flames burst to life around his boots, the air becoming super heated as he flies through the air on a collision course with the beautiful witch's chest.

Hit or miss, the scarred old man will then fall flat on his back, leaving a heavy dent in the powdery turf.

COMBATSYS: I-No blocks Rae's Bat Out Of Hell.

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Rae              0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Mignon

[I-NO]
As Rae's fiery boots slam into I-No's upraised guitar body, there's a loud *WHANG!* sort of noise. The woman in red grunts briefly, the impact sending a jarring vibration through her arms, but she doesn't look particularly perturbed by it. That attack, fierce as it was, ALSO doesn't appear to have made so much as a scratch or dent on that guitar, which might be Rae's FIRST clue that things are Not What They Appear.

Over the neck of the guitar, eyes wide, I-No gives the big old dude a sly grin in the split second she has before he falls to the ground. "I hope your other body parts pack more of a punch than that," she says airily, "or you're gonna need way more than a twenty, guy."

Something apparently is going on with a trash can and the four-armed weirdo off to the side? She'll pay attention to that in a second. "Typical man, though: fires one off then just lies there," the red-clad lady says, smiling wildly, before bringing the guitar over her head like a two-handed weapon and then slamming it down to where Rae currently is on the sand. They call it an 'axe' for a reason... and the fact that the impact resounds with a burst of sonic energy at the point it hits doesn't hurt either.

Actually it'll hurt rather a lot, all things considered.

COMBATSYS: Mignon blocks Sorcha's Chaos Magick!.

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Rae              0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0             I-No
[  \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////////////////////  ]
Sorcha           0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0           Mignon

[MIGNON]
Mignon pauses a moment inside the can.

"Is there a guitar? Mignon wants to see a guitar! Mignon loves music! And Mignon hates cans! Mignon one time had a can of peaches, and the peaches were closed up. But then, Mignon realized that to open a can, you need a can opener! But then Mignon found a can opener, and forgot how can openers work! So-"

Mignon is sharply cut off the fireballs slam into the garbage can.

The exterior ignites with the stench of melting plastic. The real damage, though, came as the trash can was sent hurtling through the air. Tumbling through the air, the green garbage bin slams hard into the wall. With hollow sound, the can falls apart, sending a refuse-covered Mignon tumbling away with it.

"Owwie Ow Ow!"

The roll comes to an end right on the sands of the beach. Perking upright awkward, she sings aloud. "TADA! I am outside of the Garbage Can now!" Mignon was in fact out of the trash can, covered with all the debris that found its way into the trash can over the night. Turning to face Sorcha, the young lady loudly -gasps-. "Wowwie Wow Wow! You have four arms! That means you are really good at high fives!" Mignon shoots a V-Sign with one hand, and then plucks a hypodermic needle out of her hair with the other. "Okay! Mignon is here, so that means Mignon's brand new Witch Friend is going to teach both of you how to love! Mignon is very good at love!"

"So Mignon is going to start with love basics!"

Mignon begins to charge. Well, it starts as a charge. But as a matter of fact, Mignon has VERY FAR to go in order to reach Sorcha. Stumbling, running hard, the pink-haired does not run out of energy! Every footstep comes with a squeak squeak squeak. The squeaks are relentless, unceasing. She has a big spirit! And she is ready to share her big spirit with the nice lady with funny features. "Mignon is coming! Boy oh boy! Mignon is coming!" And Mignon does come, coming close, until she finally reaches Sorcha. And what will she do when she reaches her?

Wrap her arms around her with a great, big, huggaboo squeeze.

COMBATSYS: Rae barely endures I-No's Power Strike.

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Rae              0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Sorcha interrupts Quick Throw from Mignon with Shadowflare.

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Rae              0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0           Mignon

[SORCHA]
As the fireball leaves Sorcha's hands, some of the dark flames linger to cling to her palms. The black fire slowly starts to spread until both hands are lit up like candle wicks and a rather unpleasant odor fills the air, perhaps even more repugnant than Mignon's choice of cologne. Sorcha doesn't seem to notice the smell or the burning sensation as she is too busy cackling while the trash can melts and dumps its cargo uncermoniously onto the sands.

"Haaaahaha... what's this?! You were keeping seeeecrets from me can!"

The mutant eyes Mignon much as she did the fish; perhaps the smell confuses her. Her interest quickly escalates, however, upon being accused of having awesome high fives. She has the best damn high fives in the whole world! Or the most numerous atleast and that counts for something! Unfortunately, the mood is immediately ruined by the talk of love without the inclusion of violence. This is a mistake that must be remedied post-haste.

Mignon comes a running and rather than do the sensible thing and flee in terror from the abomination lumbering her way, the sorceress stands her ground and spreads her arms wide, leting loose another mad giggle as the dark fire continues to burn as if anticipation.

"Haha! Love?! Haaaahaha...! I'll show you some love! C'mere and cuddle with dez arms!"

Mignon's running hug is met with the sort of enthusiam she will probably never experience again. It this fate? Has she finally found someone willing to embrace her special brand of affection? Will unexpected love blossom on this sandy battlefield?!

Nope.

Sorcha's lower set of arms snag the squeeky-shoed witch pulling her in close but only so as to hold her still for what follows. A massive explosion of black fire erupts from the upper hands as she presses them against Mignon's chest blasting the teen at point blank with raw chaotic power. The mutant rides the shockwave of power and sails backwards in a controlled leap seperating hersel from the other girl even as she begins to laugh again.

[RAE]
"Looks like I caught me a talker." The downed biker grunts, vest falling open as he slams his fists into the sand and begins to lunge back to his feet. However, as his forehead is coming up, I-No's guitar is coming down. They meet in the middle with a bone rattling 'CLANG,' and a sonic roar of heavy metal.

The force of the blow is enough to temporarily halt Rae's upward momentum, rocking his head back and blasting through his tangled grey mane. Crouched with his right hand braced on his knee and the other in the sand, the brutal old bastard grins up at the witch with a deep, satisfied growl.

"Ah fuck. I hope yer a screamer too."

Yet more hellish fire roars into life along the brute's forearms as he swings to his feet with a vicious but badly telegraphed left hook. He follows it with a blazing right straight aimed dead center for the sexy woman's chest, and follows that with a sharp left jab and a quick couple of alternating body blows. The strikes are not incredibly swift, nor amazingly powerful, but he steps forward with each blow, attempting to crowd into I-No's space. The air around him grows ever hotter as he attacks, sand being kicked up by his heavy boots.

A short distance behind him, a black fire explosion erupts from his partner's hands. The sound is enough to draw a harsh smile to his rage-filled face. Sure, she might look like a scrawny punk ass kid with extra arms and a shark face. But damn if he doesn't love her special brand of Magick.

COMBATSYS: I-No endures Rae's Death Engine.

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Rae              0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0           Mignon

[I-NO]
Okay so... a theme park mascot emerges from the trash can and then starts doing a dance with the four-armed girl and I-No is sort of... distractedly eyeing it out of the corner of her eye with a sort of distracted amusement. Mignon gets set on fire and four-arm hugged and there's more fire and honestly, what is even going on. "Am I supposed to be fighting with that? What IS that? Is she a dog chew toy, or what? Also: the next person to call me a witch is going home in a body bag. It's just a fucking hat."

Aparently Rae decided to power through her guitar swing, which I-No observes with a sort of... detached interest, the instrument swinging back to her side and then onto her shoulder. He continues the male pig routine, so the red-clad woman smiles, and extends her arms to her side, palms outward. "Alright, then. Show me what you got."

Fiery punch after punch lands, one after the other. They're clean hits. Obvious clean hits.

I-No, who is still wearing the aviators, does not move. She DOES, however, smile.

"I vaguely recall Pippi Whatthefucking over there and I are supposed to be 'teaching' you two how to love or some shit?" I-No says distractedly, fixing her gaze on Rae. "Alright. Lemme give you some advice on how to be proper:"

And with that she sweeps forward, ideally before Rae can retreat back out of her personal space which he tried so hard to be in, and swings her hand up, palm out, looking to slam it right into the bottom of his chin, a blade of sonic energy that looks SUSPICIOUSLY like a sound board level meter swinging along with it.

Over the mic feedback-y burst of the attack, I-No can be heard yelling: "Be... less... BORING!"

[MIGNON]
Well she could hug.

Mignon embraces the stranger for just a brief moment. That was not unexpected. What is also not unexpected was the loud squeaking sound as she squeezes. What is the least expected of course was how Mignon almost immediately gets set on fire afterwards. Mignon shrieks as she flees from Sorcha, running around as the eldritch fires smolder on her. Running around on the sands, squeaking with every step, she exclaims aloud as the fires burn. "How should Mignon react to being on fire!?"

Mignon remembered.

"Mignon remembers! Mignon should stop!"

Mignon stops.

"Mignon drops!"

Mignon drops."

"And Mignon should... hold on, Mignon missed a step."

Mignon stands back up, as the flames on her dies down. Mignon furrows her brow. "Oh! Mignon is not on fire now! Mignon is one tough cookie! And-" And she -gasps- As her partner uses a super duper bad word. "Wowwie Wow Wow, I must be Pippie Whatthenaughtywording!" She turns bright red, turning around towards the strange lady with so many hugging arms. "But while Mignon doesn't agree with super naughty words..."

"Witchy Witch Witch is right Super Hugger!"

"A lovey love love lover needs to be less boring oring! Mignon can teach you how to be super cool! Mignon is the coolest! Mignon is so cool, that Mignon's grandmother, she is also a witch, said that Mignon was too cool!"

"So Mignon will show you a super duper super trick!"

Mignon points a finger in the air. And suddenly, the wind around her begins to blow. Whirling around her body, the sand begins to whip up around her. The cyclone grows to a climax, building faster and faster as the whirlwind bellows around, attempting to draw Sorcha up... and then in... and then, whipping around her, right out to the water. "Mignon will blow you!"

"Blow you away!"

COMBATSYS: Rae barely endures I-No's Stroke The Big Tree.

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Rae              1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Sorcha dodges Mignon's Windstorm.

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Rae              1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0           Mignon

[SORCHA]
Sorcha's explosive retreats sees her alighting nimbly on the beach some dozen or so feet away from the now frantic and on-fire white witch. She watches the bizarre display of kindergarten safety knowledge being regurgitated by what appears to be someone inflicted with an even greater case of insanity than her own, which is pretty impressive. However, Mignon's antics somehow manage to douse the chaotic flames, which is... not supposed to happen that easy.

"Hey! I didn't say stop! WHO SAID STOP?!"

Is she talking to the fire now? Yeah, okay, she's talking to the fire now.

Magic that isn't her own interrupts her before she can go off on another crazed rant. This gets Sorcha's attention. She stares hard at Mignon, squinting her eyes as the magical winds are conjured to life. It isn't until the sand tornado rises to its full height and the spell comes to its full power that she recoils with a hiss.

"WHITE MAGIC?!"

The chaos mage scuttles backwards, using another controlled blast to rocket herself out of the path of the arcane whirlwind. Her hands raise and she pushes her palms out towards the buffeting winds as if holding them back with some kind of invisible barrier. The wide eyes in her palms flare with pinkish light as she summons up the power surging through her body to fight back against the incanation. It isn't strong enough to need that much effort to ward off. It's... kind of pathetic really. But she has another use for that power gathering around her, as will become apparent in a few moments.

"Nah! Nah nah nahnahnahnah! DO NOT WANT!"

COMBATSYS: Sorcha charges her next attack!

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Rae              1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0           Mignon

[RAE]
For most fighters, there exists some instinct of self preservation. A basic desire not to get punched in the face. But, it seems that Rae missed that particular meeting. For as I-No slams her palm forward toward his chin, the scarred old brute only laughs.

"Hah! HAHHAHHAH!" The grating roar is hacked up from his chest as his head snaps backward once more from the force of the strike, the sharp edge of chi cutting a deep gash up his face from chin to hairline. The skin peels back, top lip splitting completely in half, but he does not stagger.

"You're fucking precious. A real snarky bitch." Rae's eyes are alight now, full of hate and malice. His harsh drawl drips with barely suppressed wrath as he lunges forward, hot blood sizzling down his chest, and attempts to wrap his hairy arms about I-No's middle. If he can get that grip he will jerk her off of her feet and high into the air, before bringing her down in a vicious atomic buster, flaming knee rising up between her legs to deliver a hellfire-infused surprise to her groin. Only if he can sink that knee will he then twist and hurl himself backward, back smashing into the sand as he lobs the scantily clad woman up and over his head in a belly to belly suplex that ends with her head being smashed through the solid wood planks of the front steps.

The aging biker has no time to deal with whatever the fuck his partner is doing. She'll be fine.

COMBATSYS: I-No blocks Rae's Devildriver.

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Rae              1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0           Mignon

[I-NO]
For a while, I-No will absolutely play along with innuendo sent her way. After all, she's counting on it; usually men's desire to bury their face in her tits makes them real fucking stupid and it's not like she NEEDS the help but that little extra bit of psychological warfare never hurts. But she'll only indulge it so far, and only if the other person seems particularly playful about it. Just like real sex, it's a give and take. You make her smile, she'll make you smile.

I-No ain't smilin' right now.

When Rae drives at her, he does get his grip, sending the red-clad lady skyward, but when she comes back down on the way to the rest of this very complicated-seeming attack, she's prepared for it; rather than land helplessly on the knee, she sort of drops onto it arms first, bouncing off and then rolling away. When she gets to her feet -- hat miraculously in place -- she looks at Rae with something bordering on amused disdain.

"Okay, lesson two: this gruff Wolverine bullshit you're doing is kinda hilariously outdated." She makes fake claws with her hands. "'Grr, women are bitches and whores, i eat red meat and super like Chuck Pahlaniuk'. Boooooooring. Spice it up a bit. Say something witty about my tits. I mean they're pretty fucking fantastic, why not go for the low-hanging fruit? Or do I not have enough arms for you?"

And with that, she suddenly swings out a wrist, something vaguely white but kinda hard to see flicking through the air at the end of it. That hard-to-see object is, in fact, a guitar string, which she adroitly attempts to loop around Rae's neck, dragging him closer like a dog on a leash before whipping him away by unwinding the cord like the string to a top.

[MIGNON]
"That's right! White Magic!"

Mignon was spinning and spinning, as the magic energy whirls around. Waves of energy was cascading around her. It was almost like a transformation sequence. Except she was only transforming into something more annoying. "And it looks like Mignon is going to have to use the most powerful magic of all!" She says, reaching deep inside.

And she pulls out her wand.

"Mignon's Magical Pink Wand Of Happiness!"

That was the squeal, as she continues to spin, the wand trailing technicolor hearts behind them. Swirling it around, she finally lifts it high up. "Let all the hearts fill you, as Mignon loads you up with love!" And then, a giant stone of flame begins to grow from the tip of the wand. Growing larger and larger, the great egg of power reaches an apex. And Mignon points the orb straight at Sorcha, both hands on the wand. "FIRE!" Was her cry as she unleashes the full force of the stone... and blowing her head over heels backwards with it.

"Owwie Ow Ow!"

COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Sorcha with Meteo-Strike.
- CRAZY Hit! -

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Rae              1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Rae endures I-No's Sterilization Method.

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Rae              1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1             I-No
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Sorcha           1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0           Mignon

[SORCHA]
Glowering through slitted eyes at the ditzy little minx across from her, Sorcha's hands continue to glow with ominous power as she casts aside the last of the wind magic and begins to draw in power for her counter-attack, the mutated eyes on her hands bulging wide in anticipation that the girl herself clearly possesses as well.

This is her first encounter with another practitioner! When she found the ancient book of magic those many months ago, she had always assumed that there must be others like it and that naturally means other mages. Ofcourse, this had been before the corrupting influence of the tome's power had warped her into the creature that she is today but that soul-deep enthusiam at the thought of meeting someone who shared her interests and gifts still lingers on in some bizarre tainted form. Now, instead of bubbling with joy at the idea of getting to share experiences and compare notes, Sorcha is practically percolating with the promise of inflicting magickal violence on the airheaded squeaktoy. She's never seen what happens when you burn a witch!

Mignon's confirmation that her powers are indeed a source of vile WHITE magic only throws further fuel onto the raging bonfire of the chaos mage's desire to see her explode into little tiny bits which she will then pick through and take all the best ones, unless they squeak because seriously, that is annoying. White magic isn't always squeaky is it?!

"Hah! Gimme yer best shot, pinky!"

Well, you know what they say about wishes and what not. The giant flaming fireball swells with arcane energy and Sorcha braces herself, her feet spreading slightly in the sand to give her a better stance with which to deal with the magic beachball. She holds her hands out, palms forward with the clear intent to simply catch the screaming meteor upon them, siphoning the sustaining energies from the projectile as it flies towards her. Which works fantastically until the orb actually hits her dead on and just explodes all over her face.

Sorcha lets out a surprised screech as she sails backwards into a heap. Smoke rises from her skin in several places, which has a new shade of sooty black to go with the midnight tar motif she was already rockin'. She lies on the beach with arms outstretched and just kind of flops around for a few seconds. Eventually, it becomes clear that her odd gestures have some sort of purpose as when she stands up there's a fresh sand-angel in her imprint.

"I could feel it! Ahahaha...! I FELT THAT!"

The black fire dancing around her arms snaps back to life with renewed intensity as she cackles madly. Rather than burn aimlessly, however, it begins to flow down into her hands into thick gooey pools of shadowfire until she has four big globs of it ready and waiting to be used. Turning her burning neon gaze on Mignon once more, she grins toothily and thrusts one flaming fist forward.

The motion acts like a cannon shot sending the chaotic energy exploding out in a drunken corkscrew. Immediately after it another hand is thrust forth and then another and another, each of her arms rapidly beginning to piston wildly as she fills the air with deadly artillery shells in a bombardment that turns the beach into a miniature recreation of Normany. If, you know, Normandy was fought by witches. IT'S A METAPHOR!

"It felt a little something like this! Ahah...! HaaaaahahahaHAHA!"

[RAE]
There are men who are conscientious about the feelings of their dates. They will ask their opinions, have wonderful dialogue, and avoid kneeing them in the crotch.

Rae is not one of those men.

"I ain't the fucker what charms yer pants off, princess. I'm the bad end." Rae grumbles as he steps forward in pursuit, heavy boots leaving deep prints in the soft white sand. If he sees the wire, he apparently gives 0 fucks about it, because he makes no move to reach up and stop it wrapping about his neck. It whips into place with ease, pulling taught as the grey-haired brute continues to stomp forward. perhaps disappointingly he does not choke or splutter. He only bares his crooked teeth, blood flow already beginning to slow from the ragged wound carved up the length of his face.

The crimson-clad woman's heavy pull only serves to drag the monster back into her space that much quicker. And, as he was so politely invited in, he seems unwilling to leave. Throwing himself forward, he attempts to smash his hairy chest hard into her much nicer one, before wrapping his right arm around the back of her neck. If he can secure that grip, he will smash his forehead hard into her nose to stun her, before the real fun begins...

COMBATSYS: I-No dodges Rae's Devil's Advocate.

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Rae              0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1             I-No
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Sorcha           1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0           Mignon

[I-NO]
The guitar string snaps back into place at the end of the technique as quickly as it appeared, the thing apparently vanishing into whatever place I-No was hiding it, which almost certainly wasn't anywhere on that considerably revealing outfit. In the same smooth motion, her hand moves across the strings of her actual guitar, producing a... surprisingly nice rock chord. In fact, she continues to play a little tune as Rae continues to lumber toward her, seemingly oblivious of the fact that he wasn't particularly slowed by what was in its nature a pretty savage grappling move (the phrase "go for the throat" exists for a reason).

She only stops playing a split second before Rae lunges for her, head bowed, so that the brim of the red hat she's wearing has fallen down enough to hide her eyes. There's a quick silence (well, sort of; Sorcha is kinda screamy), a drawn breath...

"So where should I mail your 'Forever Alone' official t-shirt?" asks a voice.

*Behind* him.

There was maybe a tiny flicker, a little blur, that said she had moved. I-No certainly isn't in the space where she was a second ago, that much is clear.

"Okay well, Captain Conversation," the sultry lady in red says, bringing one hand up, guitar at the ready. "I tried the banter thing and it didn't work out, so for my next number, let's try a little song I like to call..."

She plays one chord. Just... one chord, with a dramatic sweep of the hand. Just one. And the sound of it is like a physical thing that quite frankly attempts to blast Rae across the beach and directly into, if not unconsciousness, then something pretty close to it. Everything around I-No and her opponent becomes a cyclonic whirl of light and sound, as if she has literally forged a rock concert itself into some sort of tactical nuclear weapon.

Over the tortured and booming sound of her attack, I-No can still be heard, shouting: "FUCK! OFF! YOU! PIECE! OF! SHIT!"

COMBATSYS: Mignon blocks Sorcha's Empowered Chaos Barrage.

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Rae              0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0           Mignon

[MIGNON]
Uh oh.

As Mignon lands on her bottom, she scootches it as she rises back up. Rubbing it with her pink wand, she strokes it as she moans. "Wowwie wow wow! Owwie ow ow! Mignon won't be able to sit down for the rest of today!" Mignon was still wincing as... as the maniac was building in eldritch power. She gasps aloud, dropping her wand. "Oh Nuts! Mignon is in a lot of trouble now!" Whimpers as she balls up her arms before her. "GRANDMA! SAVE MIGNON! EEEEE! EEEEE!" She squeals as the full barrage comes. Mignon is sent hurtling around with every blast, curling up into a tight ball as she is pinballed from blast to blast. Her clothing begins to disentigrate, her hello kitty bra and panties exposing as her tights are blown away. Finally, the rampage ends, sending Mignon tumbling head over heels, coming to a rest with a dizzy look in her eyes, legs sprawled out before her. "Oh my goodness!" She gasps.

"That's rock and roll!"

Mignon squeals with delight! "Wowwie wow wow! The lights! The colors! It is just like Justin Beiber concert! Wow! It is! Listen Miss Huggaboo!" She states aloud, coming slowly into a rise. "You can sing along!" Mignon waits for the meter, and then, breaks into singing along with the full metal rhythm of I-No. "Are we an item? Girl, quit playing! We're just friends, what are you saying? Said "There's another," and looked right in my eyes! My first love broke my heart for the first time and I was like... like..."

"EEEEEEE!!!"

Mignon was screaming as she squeals towards Sorcha, her little fists flailing. Eyes squint shut, she was singing aloud with the music as she pounds her fists. "BAAAABY BAAAABY OOOOH! BAAABY BAAAABY OOOOOH!" She coos as she continues to flail, batta battaing her fists.

"This is the happiest Mignon has been since she got her Purity Ring!"

COMBATSYS: I-No successfully hits Rae with Ultimate Fortissimo.

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Rae              0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Sorcha dodges Mignon's Strong Punch.

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Rae              0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0           Mignon

[SORCHA]
Sorcha's crazed laughter continues throughout the bombardment, her voice both raspy and screechy at the same time, and powerful enough that even the cacophanous blast of hard core rock punishment unleashed nearby isn't enough to entirely drown it out. Every impact that sends the little witch girl flying builds her enthusiasm and her cackles grow steadily more maniac until she's practically weeping with joy by the time her wild assault runs out of gas.

Mignon's impromptu karaoke concert is an attack almost as viscious and deadly as her own. The mutant sinks to her knees in the sand, one pair of hands clutching tightly over her ears while the other holds her sides in an attempt to contain her wheezing sobs of happy laughter. She remains in this very vulnerable position as the screeching banshee draws close seemingly choosing the 'put your fingers in your ears and pretend it doesn't exist' approach to dealing with the problem quickly bearing down on her.

At the last moment, Sorcha just kind of falls over onto her side and rolls like a log which is more than enough effort to put her out of reach of the blind windmilling charge. She pops back to her feet with a little hop, thrusting one hand down into the ground to facillitate her acrobatic rise, turning to face Mignon once more. Unfortunately, the unholy defilement of her ear drums continues unabated.

"Ahahaha... hahaha... haha! NO! Bad! That's /bad/! Feel /bad/!"

Unable to withstand any more of this torture, Sorcha gets to play the hero for once and rescue everyone within earshot from brain hemorraging. She lunges at Mignon with a great leap, arms lifting up menacingly like a vice as she prepares to drop onto the girl and take her to the ground where she will introduce the harpy's vocal chords to her totally awesome dental work!

"Citizen's arrest for unsanctioned NOISE POLLUTION! Rarrgh!"

[RAE]
A low, frustrated grunt escapes from between Rae's clenched teeth as his blistering headbutt meets only air, tangled grey mop dripping sand across his face it has picked up from his various falls.

It is difficult to guess how aware he is of the gap in skill between himself and I-No. The teasing temptress has been playing him as skillfully as her guitar, goading him on every step of the way. it is not unlike watching a matador work a particularly unruly bull. She even has the ridiculous outfit.

"Fuckin' bitch!"

The time finally comes when Rae snaps. Like an angry child who isn't given his favorite toy, he whirls on the spot to face the snarky woman, droplets of blood flying away to patter across the otherwise pristine sand. "Once I catch you I'ma turn you fuckin' inside out and let the little black shit jump rope with your guts. Mother fuckin'--"

Whatever filthy and unintelligent thing Rae was about to say next cuts off abruptly as he is hit in the face by a literal explosion of sound. Caught at ground 0, there is no time for him to block, to attempt to power through, or even to lash out at the witch still standing pretty as she shouts her lovely heart out. The brutal old bastard can only grunt, the sound swallowed up by the cacophonous racket of I-No's attack, as he is blasted clean off of his feet by the blast of colorful sound.

The tattooed old man's body rockets through the air, passing over the heads of Sorcha and Mignon as the former attempts to leap atop the latter for their impromptu wrestling match. It seems he might continue on forever, until his flight is gradually brought to a halt by a wall, couch, TV, other wall, dresser, and finally a third wall. There he lies in the trashed remains of a once antique, frilly undergarments and carefully rolled stockings spilling out around him to pile upon the floor.

"Hruh." He grunts with slightly dazed confusion, light grey eyes blinking and abruptly empty of hate. He seems more confused than anything, scarred face utterly perplexed as he asks the empty room, "The FUCK was that?"

Moments Later.

Ears still ringing and glass shards glittering where they protrude from his back, Rae kicks open the house's front door and tromps down the steps, gate a bit wobbly and what appears to be a purple sock hanging from a particularly long shard protruding from his left ass cheek. As his boots touch sand he scowls, turning to begin walking down its length toward I-No. However, on his way, as he passes the two squabbling girls that have been ignored up until now, he lashes out with casual cruelty, attempting to drive his heavy biker boot hard into Mignon's ribs. he does not pause there if he can help it, however, continuing on his trudging way back toward his taunting but beautiful nemesis.

[I-NO]
As the sound dies away, I-No plays one last (thankfully non-attacking) chord and then says, touching the brim of her hat, "Thank you. I'm here all week."

The problem here is that the sudden absence of Rae in her life means that I-No has all the attention in the world to pay to OTHER things, like Mignon calling her names and invoking Justin Bieber, for starters. Looking across the sand -- and the rough tunnel of destruction that Rae's high-speed passing has created -- the Lady in Red glances at what's going on Sorcha and the brat are still dancing? The brat is loud and annoying. The other one's still got four arms. "The fuck romper room bullshit is this show running, anyway..." she mutters, before starting to trudge across the beach to where the action is, *apparently*, about to come to a climax.

Normally, a four-way climax would be her thing. Right now, though? What she MOSTLY wants is a bloody mary, a breakfast burrito, and another bloody mary.

In an attempt to move things along, she effectively mirrors Rae's actions -- her path passes by the Mignon/Sorcha clusterfuck and as it does, I-No attempts to quite plainly swing her guitar right into the back of the four-armed fighter's biting head. "Hey, Freakshow von Chompsalot. Step aside, I got some words for Kitty Panties."

COMBATSYS: Mignon dodges Sorcha's Gimme Yer Neck!.

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Rae              0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Rae successfully hits Mignon with Medium Kick.

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Rae              1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No
[            \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /////////                     ]
Sorcha           1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1           Mignon

[MIGNON]
Well, Mignon was at least trying her best!

As she flails wildly, the music stops, and promptly, she stops too. "Okay music stops! Wowwie wow wow! Life is great! Ha ha ha!" She joins in the laughter with Sorcha, as she emphasizes that this was bad. "Oh no! Mignon is not bad! Mignon is not naughty at all! Mignon is not a naughty, naughty girl, who must be punished! Mignon doesn't want to be punished at all! Mignon will use a safety taffy word! And that word is:"

"No!"

Mignon then promptly starts running around in circles.

Fleeing wildly in circles, Mignon squeaks, squeaks, squeaks as she scrambles around. For its credit, she doesn't get snatched by Sorcha. The wild, fleeing chaos of Mignon was apparently a little rich for the insanity's taste. That is one take. The other take? Sorcha almost grabs her, almost seizes her. But FORTUNATELY, Rae helps Mignon at the last second. By kicking her squarely in the ribs. Mignon makes a breathless gasp as she is sent hurtling through the air, interrupted from her scrambling. Fortunately, she lands gracefully and softly, with a squeak.

Falling facefirst into I-No.

"Wowwie Wow Wow! Everything is going dark!" Mignon squeaks, as she pulls her face from the depths of darkness. "But very soft. Okay! And now everything is bright!" Mignon looks dead on to I-No. And then, she crouches down slightly, so she can look up to I-No! "Hello Witchy Witch Witch Friend! Mignon was almost a climax!" The young lady pauses, and then gasps. "Mignon WAS a climax! Oh no no!" Mignon backs away from I-No, and sticks a finger in the air.

"And now Mignon has to help you be a climax too!"

"Mignon doesn't have much longer, Witchy Witch Witch!" She begins, as energy flows over her shattered rib cage. "But Mignon can still believe! Mignon can still believe in her witchy witch witch witchy Bieber singing friend!" Mignon begins to glow with energy. And from within Mignon, the white magic of pink and sparkles and hearts and giggling children overflows from Mignon. And begins to pour right into I-no, right into her top. "Mignon will fill you Mignon's love, so we can teach them love together! Lets do it!"

"Oppa Witchy style!"

Mignon was galloping in place as the healing energy flows into I-No.

COMBATSYS: I-No successfully hits Sorcha with Fierce Strike.

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Rae              1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1           Mignon

[SORCHA]
Sorcha's snarling leap ends up with nothing to show for the effort. She face plants square into the beach, getting a mouthful of sand in the process instead of sinking her teeth into the sweet flesh of the witch's neck, which is far less tasty for sure. Well, atleast she stopped singing. That's going down as a win in her diary.

"Hey! Don't run! I /hate/ it when you run!"

Pushing up to one knee, the little mutant starts to rise and give chase when a mack truck comes flying out of no where to crash right into the back of her skull. The guitar blow drives Sorcha straight back down into the sand where she lies twitching for several seconds, the sound of dischordant metal strings reverberating in her eardrums. Her brief lapse into silence is short lived, however, as the four-armed creature eventually pushes her head out of the small hole created by the impact of her face and turns bright eyes toward I-no in... admiration?

"Did you... did you just hit me with a /guitar/ because I think I love you right now!"

Climbing back to her feet, Sorcha wobbles a little, still somewhat disoriented by the powerful blow to the head but this just makes her laugh some more and she teeters around like a drunken crab.

"Heeeey! Hey, guys! There's a rave in my skull and you're aaaaall invited!"

She might need a moment.

COMBATSYS: Sorcha gains composure.

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Rae              1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1           Mignon

[RAE]
Rae's boot stomps back into the sand, the bulky fighter coming to a halt to admire his own work as the annoying pink-haired, thing, goes blasting head over heels toward her own ally. He makes no move to worn his own team mate about the guitar driving down toward the back of her head. let her take it. he's been beaten about by that fucking thing enough today.

"Whelp." The biker grunts, reaching up to scratch at his chest as bits of glass begin to fall from his back, tinkling to the sand in a glittering pile. The blood flowing from his body slows, and he seems much, much less hurt than he should be. The wound that was hacked into his face near the beginning of the fight is already a nasty pink scar, but even that is fading.

"The fuck is that thing?" He comments aside to Sorcha as she staggers back to her feet and crab walks past, his hateful grey eyes narrowed at the pink haired being he kicked just moments ago. "Fuckin' hell, why don't someone kill it already?"

That sentiment is likely echoed by everyone on the beach as a riot of love and happiness floods out of Mignon and blasts toward her partner's impressive jugs.

COMBATSYS: Rae gains composure.

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Rae              0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0             I-No
[                 \\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /////////                     ]
Sorcha           1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully aids I-No with Magical Healing.

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Rae              0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1           Mignon

[I-NO]
This has gone so wrong, so fast.

Marlene swings back around into I-No's ready stance with a practiced smoothness, the Lady in Red looking satisfied after really just getting the change to give someone a good thwacking with it. On the other hand, two things happen at roughly the same time, shortly afterward:

1.) Sorcha declares her undying love(*)
2.) Mignon comes at her like some sort of Sanrio-branded missile.

Caught genuinely flat-footed, the rock not-a-witch looks down at the pink-haired disaster currently draped on her decolletage and raises one eyebrow, apparently distracted from the burst of restorative 'magic' that comes with it. Reaching down with one hand, she grabs the top of Mignon's head with a deceptively strong grip and yanks the actually-a-witch's head up to meet hers.

"Honey, you got enthusiasm, so points for that, but I want to be clear: not even with his dick," she notes, inclining her head at Rae. "Nothing personal."

"But the viewers DO love girl on girl action, though!" With that, I-No pivots on one foot, Mignon still gripped in one hand, and basically flings her face-first at the still-recovering Sorcha, giving a jaunty little wave after. "GRAB SOMEONE'S ELSE'S TITS, YOU SUGAR-COATED ASSHAT."

[MIGNON]
How could it be wrong, when it felt so right.

As Mignon fills I-No from within, she is deftly lifted up by her partner. The real witch squeaks as she is seized, a bright smile on her face. Dangling there, she just is so happy that she is with a real witch like her. "Mignon is sweet like honey! But why is a... D... I... C... K... needed for you to-" And then Mignon gasps, turning bright red.

"Oh! Mignon Understands! You are talking about-"

Mignon is interrupted as she is hurled straight at Sorcha. Straight for... the abomination's small, petite, almost Ninon sized bosom. "Weeeeee!" Mignon squeals as she is Javelin Thrown straight for Sorcha's fun-sized funbags. Spiraling forward, she was aiming to pierce right through the black heart of the dark creature. Or perhaps. Mayhaps. Thwomping right off the front lines of Sorcha.

All while Rae could watch on.

COMBATSYS: I-No successfully hits Sorcha with Huge Thrown Object.

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Rae              0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0             I-No
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Sorcha           2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\1           Mignon

[SORCHA]
The short reprieve from being blown up or smashed around gives Sorcha enough time to gather her wits, such as they are, and reassess the situation. The two fights which originally were somewhat seperated from each other have merged into a proper brawl with blows coming out of nowhere on both sides to unsuspecting victims. That smash to her noggin' did quite a number but totally awesome head banging aside she's not quite ready to throw in the towel yet. There's still fun to be had!

Whirling around on one foot to face her targets, the mutant's four arms move down to rest at her sides, one finger extended with the others curled into a ball in the traditional finger-gun motion. She had this awesome gunslinger scene worked out in her head, or maybe that was a hallucination from the concussion, either way she was totally gonna drop a ballin' one liner then shoot some bitches with finger bullets.

Instead, she gets a screaming floozy to the chest. "Hurk?!" Sorcha's twiggy body buckles under the impact of the witch missile, her already unremarkable bosom getting turned into pancakes as she's sent sprawling into the sand once more. She rolls with the impact a few times, taking Mignon along for the ride, but both her legs curl up and plant squarely on the witch's stomach thrusting her off with a sharp upwards kick.

"Inappropriate behavior!"

She scrambles back to her feet, looking a little unsteady still, but not quite as wobbly as before. Black fire begins to crackle along her arms once more, her maniac laughter quick to resume now that she's had her little time out. Sorcha's fingers interlock together in a pair of triangles and she begins to shift and alter them into various patterns, moving from one arcane gesture to the next so fast that it's difficult to keep track of them. The flames grow darker and more 'real', for lack of a better word, as if their presence had been merely an ethereal ghost of their full power before.

"Diiiie! Ahaha....haahaha!"

Her hands thrust forward in sudden unison and the gathering flames erupt into a massive ball of raw chaotic power. She sends the first of these beachball sized meteors towards Mignon and then another and another. With each shot, however, her aim grows more erractic and the arcane mortar shells quickly begin to saturate the beach infront of her, including the area occupied by the pretty lady with the awesome guitar.

"By the way," she calls out, as her rampant barrage turns towards I-No, "I love your hat!"

The bombardment lasts for quite a while, all things considered, but after about ten seconds of wild destruction during which she has managed to turn half the beach into a raging hellstorm, her mojo seems to suddenly peter out.

"Again! Again! Againagainagaina-woo... tired now..."

Sorcha staggers as the extent of her bludgeoning combined with an overzealous use of her rather unstable powers suddenly sends her vision spinning in all sorts of nauseating ways. The girl topples backwards in a slow and overly dramatic fashion to flop onto the sands.

"Raaaae.... aveeeeenge meeeee!"

COMBATSYS: Sorcha can no longer fight.

[                   \\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////////////////   ]
Rae              0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0             I-No
                                  >  /////////                     ]
                                  |=======\-------\1           Mignon

[RAE]
"That a ten foot stick kinda thing?" Rae grumbles in reply to I-No's comment, watching with some interest as the pink-haired torpedo is driven through Sorcha's undersized chest. Sure it's two young girls tumbling about in nothing more than their underwear, but one is four armed and crazy, and the other is a mutant abomination. it really isn't a very stirring performance.

"Why the fuck is she even hear?" he does not look away from the squabbling girls as he says this, seeming about ready to go over their and stomp the pink-haired disaster into bloody mush.

Sorcha beats him to it.

As the eruption of chaotic energy rolls out over the beach, Rae whips back around to face I-No. His tattooed hands curl into fists, deep breath huffing through his teeth as he psyches himself up for round two. But he does not charge immediately. He waits.

All about him bolts of black magic bombard the beach, but the grey-haired terror remains still. Waiting, waiting, until his tiny black companion flops over backwards. Only then does hellfire roar up his arms and he throw himself forward, boots smashing through the crystallized crust that has formed atop the sand.

"FUCK OFF!" Roars the raged demon at the top of his voice, chaos flames rising up from the ground to lick at his body as he throws a massive haymaker punch toward the center of I-No's stomach...

COMBATSYS: I-No blocks Sorcha's Let The Galaxy Burn!.

[                   \\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /////////////////////////     ]
Rae              0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0             I-No
                                  >  /////////                     ]
                                  |=======\-------\1           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Rae successfully hits I-No with Unforgiven.

[                   \\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////////////          ]
Rae              1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0             I-No
                                  >  /////////                     ]
                                  |=======\-------\1           Mignon

Using his massive hellfire-infused left to blast open I-No's guard, and hopefully stun her, Rae swings up his right hand to roughly grab the side of the beautiful woman's head. With casual cruelty he drags her off of her feet and steps backward, twisting to drive her face hard into the knee-high edge of the porch. Releasing his grip, he straightens and brings his flaming right boot up, before smashing it down hard on the back of her skull, hellish flames roaring out from the point of impact as he attempts to force her teeth clear through the planks. That, or make her deep throat the porch. It's hard to tell.

[I-NO]
Well. As Sorcha comes at her -- Mignon temporarily either forgotten or willfully blocked out -- I-No turns to her and raises an eyebrow, dragging her tongue across her teeth briefly and giving a sly grin. "You know, I can actually see some... possibilities with four hands," she says in a low purr.

And just like that, her guitar is in her hands, and she... starts playing. In point of fact she's pretty fucking good, but the REAL impact is that wave after wave of sonic power erupts from the lady in red with each hot lick, the energy forming a sort of barrier against Sorcha's unleashed volley of fire. It can't stop everything, but each strummed chord shears energy off the attack, shunting it off to the side, so that what remains still hurts, but is bearable.

Problem: the focus on the guitar solo means she only have a little bit of time to deal with being double-teamed, and Rae manages to land quite a long combination of attacks on her, the red-clad fighter ending up... lounging on the porch stairs, somehow? How did she do that. Maybe she just has 'land in a sexy pose no matter what' powers or something of that nature.

Getting up, I-No wipes a hand across her mouth, and presses a hand against her neck, cracking it a little. Certainly that looked like it hurt, but she doesn't seem all that worse for wear, all things considered. "You and Four-Leaf Loser an item, Machismo Kid?" she asks, inclining her head at Sorcha's unconscious form curiously. "You ever consider asking her to teach you how to have a good time instead of just like... grunting and sweating? Could be useful."

She brings a hand up, guitar pick at the ready. "I'd say this has been fun but what I REALLY want is a little hair of the dog, so do Momma a favor and stare at my rack in your dreams instead of real life."

There's a sweep of the arm down, and with one last power chord, a massive, colorful shockwave of sonic power erupts from the guitar, streaking along the beach at Rae, blasting sand to the side in its wake. "Ciao, baby."

COMBATSYS: Sorcha successfully hits Mignon with Let The Galaxy Burn!.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-

[                   \\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////////////          ]
Rae              1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No
                                  >                                ]
                                  |>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Rae endures I-No's Longing Desperation.

[                          \\\\  < >  ////////////////////          ]
Rae              1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No
                                  >                                ]
                                  |>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Mignon

[MIGNON]
For her purposes, Mignon does make contact.

Mignon rolls, rolls, rolls and tumbles with the hug master of the beach. Rolling in the sand, she finally comes to a rest on top of Sorcha. And then, promptly kicked off. "Weeee!" She cries out again as she is launched up into the air. Coming back down, she should have landed on the soft sand. And she does. Head first. Head stuck up the sand, her wiggling butt squirms as she fights to pull out. She is silent, muffled by the sands.

At the least the parts that weren't squeaking.

As she pops herself up, sand in her hair, she is smiling bright. "Wowwie wow wow! Mignon was flying! Witches are the best!" She turns towards Sorcha. And she notices that it was a lot of fire. A LOT of fire. "Mignon just realized! That is black magic! Mignon is white magic! Mignon must fight you! For truth! For justice! And because she is a hero!"

Sorcha's counterpoint was to blast the -hell- out of her.

There is a single, sharp squeak as Mignon is hit point blank with the blast. The blasts batter her in the air, knocking her side to side with squeak after squeak. Higher and higher she goes, each blast harder than the last. The sounds of the squeaks fade in the distance above. The sounds of Mignon... a faraway memory. There is a sparkle high above, as the blazing assault dies down. A few moments later, somewhere, on the horizon, a shooting star was falling towards the distance of the water.

The shooting star was Mignon.

It lands with a splash, somewhere far, far, away.

COMBATSYS: Mignon forgot how to fight! Nobody is surprised.

[                          \\\\  < >  ////////////////////          ]
Rae              1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No

COMBATSYS: Mignon can no longer fight.

[                          \\\\  < >  ////////////////////          ]
Rae              1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0             I-No

[RAE]
The distant twinkle of a vanishing star 'pings' high overhead as Rae turns to face I-No. His chest heaves with slow, labored breaths, and the look on his savagely scarred face makes it clear he neither understands, nor cares about the babbling words spilling from the rockers mouth. Tits. I'm hot, etc etc.

The barbarian takes a single step forward before she strums her guitar, and a wave of concussive sound screams across the distance to smash squarely into his chest. But despite even this final blistering attack, he does not immediately fall. he stops, feet planted, and stares at her.

A faint flicker of red seems to show behind his eyes, boots and fists still raging with unholy fire.

Then, the monstrous old man opens his mouth and releases hell. A blazing inferno rushes up from his guts, exploding across the distance and blasting away sand, debris, and the still flickering patches of chaos magic left behind from Sorcha's final conflagration. Turning his head, he spreads the roaring hellfire across the land in a wide flame pattern, attempting to send the wave of demonic energy rushing over I-No.

Unfortunately for the house, it is now on fire.

More and more fire rushes out of Rae's open mouth, as if he were some sort of living flame thrower. But once it has ended, and a large portion of the hellfire powering him has been spent...

COMBATSYS: Rae can no longer fight.

                                  >  ////////////////////          ]
                                  |-------\-------\0             I-No

The brutal old bastard collapses face-first to the sand, a wave of dust rolling out from the impact as the energies that power his unholy healing finally, blessedly, give out.

COMBATSYS: I-No blocks Rae's Hellraiser.

                                  >  //////////////////            ]
                                  |=------\-------\0             I-No

[I-NO]
I-No sees the red glowy eyes.

There's a pause. "...heh."

And then she literally cannot be seen because of fire.

It's certainly dramatic, that much is clear. She really just cannot, cannot be seen amidst all that flame, which isn't QUITE enough to turn the sand to glass, but it really does a number on the house, apparently. SOMEWHERE in that conflagration, the lady in red's voice is audible, however, with a very... bizarrely stereotypical "Iyaaaaaaaaan~"

When the smoke clears (literally), she's standing right where she was. Singed, certainly, but unbowed. HOW she came out of that isn't entirely clear, though her impromptu defense against Sorcha's blistering assault just a bit ago suggests that there is much, much more to this woman than just some underdressed floozy with a guitar.

"I'm basically contractually obligated to say:" she says at last, tipping the brim of her hat down, "that was hot."

Log created on 20:49:06 07/17/2016 by I-No, and last modified on 01:45:45 07/20/2016.