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Post by i n k on Jun 15, 2008 22:55:37 GMT -5
This was much more fun than Zander had expected, this adrenaline, this fighting back; he should have expected Jane to be some sort of superwoman- she had to be a mind reader.
Well, if that was the case, he'd just focus on nothing- or all the wrong things- and it didn't matter if she knew his plan, because she couldn't tell where he was going with it anyhow.
As she pressed in on him, arm smacking his own, he concentrated on toasters while fire danced along his arms, spinning to match her and stepping back once or twice. June fumbled and recovered, partly singed arms not stopping her in the least. Her breathing now matched his, heavy but happy, both grinning like total idiots now that the fun had begun.
"I can't believe you've never done this before." Zander said, striking with two quick blows from either palm. June responded accordingly, and they were twirling and dancing in their own twenty-foot-wide world, attacking and evading all they could in a graceful tango.
The entire gym had stopped to watch.
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Post by Zip on Jun 15, 2008 23:18:54 GMT -5
Fiercly, flames built up on Zander, shooting off in unexplained directions, and June, lept in every which way to avoid, if she could. An amazing shower of embers flew up from Zander's hands as he lifted them to circle her in a choking embrace. June closed her eyes, rolling out. Again, he sent out a curtain of embers to blind her, and again, she rolled through, bruising her spine more and more. He spun with his arms outstretched to her, ran around with fire spurting out, her doing the opposite, the fire dancers of yin and yang. Their body temperatures rose to a feverish state, feeding the adrenaline more and more. His face burned, and was contorted in a focused, rather distainful smile, as she breathed heavily and was starting to slow down. (is she going to make it?) (no way, he's a demon-) (what's her power?) (she's not going to make it-) June screamed, running towards him, plunging her body to his. He grabbed her neck with burning hot hands. "I'm not thinking," he whispered mockingly, flinging her fifteen feet away. The class gasped, as she flew with a streak of fire tailing behind her. (is she alive?) Roasted and burned all over, June laid flat on the ground, breathing heavily. No, it can't end yet, she told herself. He may have figured out what I do...but I can still use it to my advantage.. Lifting her head up, she saw Zander standing posed, still ready for attack.
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Post by i n k on Jun 16, 2008 10:00:11 GMT -5
The burns should heal relatively quickly, with little to no scarring, Zander comforted himself. The guilt was alread settling in; that's the beauty of fire- demon fire.
And if she was a superwoman, well hey.
He could tell June was not going to give up; there was the slightest hint of it on her features, and he knew the match had been set. His back foot shifted, if only a centimeter or two, so that his body bended into a defensive position. He'd be ready for whatever she could throw at him- and keep the fire to a minimum.
(She's so not going to make it.) (Well, Zander's never done this well before.) (So?) (So maybe it won't last.) (No way, dude. She's not gonna make it.)
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Post by Zip on Jun 16, 2008 12:05:21 GMT -5
(PS: You read my mind in terms of the guilt-trip thing. I was going to use that >_< )
Mr. Luco stood from the sidelines, mouth agape at the display. He smiled and shouted- "ALEX, SHOOT HER WHILE SHE'S-" "SHUT IT, CRUSTY," June bellowed from the floor, getting up. Oh, she was burned, but not beat. Groaning, blood spurted on the floor from her mouth. A few girls gagged from the sidelines (that is SO gross), and the boys stood still, insults flaring through their minds as quickly as the flames from Zander. "Are you okay?" he asked from afar, businesslike but failing to hide the concern in his voice. She took a few deep breaths, her lungs collapsing and inhaling at an alarming rate. The sympathy in the room radiated for her. The demon may not be able to read emotions, but he could feel it, how his classmates would despise him if he finished her off. But, he did have to be the best. "I'm peachy," June replied, clutching a rib.
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Post by i n k on Jun 16, 2008 16:34:38 GMT -5
Zander slowly crouched, his knee to the floor, as he scooted towards June. "I'm sorry;" he said, eyes longing for forgiveness. He reached a hand out to her; if she touched it it would be cold as one could be, clear of any flame. It was locked away again, behind that gate that should not have been opened.
Little did he know what she was planning, nor what was going to happen next.
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Post by Zip on Jun 16, 2008 19:05:10 GMT -5
His mind was open again, dripping guilt from the caverns inside. It was pure, honest, not just because the entire class was watching. June could see all of this-not just because of his mind, but because of his crestfallen face, truly sorry that he had caused so much pain. But...she could take advantage of the hand that he was offering to her. It would be so easy, just grab it, pull him down and-- but... he wasn't in that fighting state anymore. He didn't have that gleam of insanity in his eyes, the manic obsession for fire. His aura screamed "forgive me, I'm sorry", but June's mind yelled for her to continue. Hand still outstretched, with slightly shaking fingertips, she lightly grabbed it with her own burned one. The touch was cool, almost frigid, and soothed her. "Don't be sorry," she said, "that was both educating and impressive. I'm honoured." Zander smiled-that familiar, old Zander smile, with a touch of relief. "Okay. But are you sure you're-?" "Yes." "Are you really-?" "Peachy, as I said before." The fire that kept the spectators out of the ring died down, leaving black scorch marks in the wood.
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