Post by Laura Kinney on Aug 15, 2016 5:01:47 GMT -5
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[attr="class","post2"]Laura sped through the air with a single-minded purpose; to use every extended blade about her person to cut, slice and maim the living oil slick in front of her until it was little more than oil spilt. She didn't know if she could damage it, if her claws could even pierce its shining, bubbling surface; but just like her father, she would keep trying until she did so. There was not better way to know if one could kill something than by attempting to kill it. Letting a guttural scream of anger pass her lips as she closed in on her mark, she prepared herself to become a swirling storm-cloud of adamantium-laced pain the moment her feet touched the ground – but they never did.
Before making it to the demon, she seemed to halt in mid-air, wrapped up in glowing scarlet tendrils that crawled with shimmering runes, borne of a language foreign to the mutant clone. Letting out a surprised 'huh?!' she turned to look back at her partner, the witch, about whom similar ropes of power twisted – before the woman flicked her hand out behind her; hurling Laura away from the demon and back the way she'd come. A cry of shock passed her lips, and had she been less agile, may well have ended up crashing into one of the many stalagmites that littered the floor. Luckily, her agility was far beyond that of a humans, and twisting nimbly mid-air, she managed get her feet beneath her, landing in a crouch, inserting her claws into the ground as she skidded in order to halt her momentum.
As soon as she'd come to a stop, she flicked her gaze to the witch and glowered at her, her lips pulled back in a snarl. Not that the witch seemed to take much note of Laura's disapproval. She was to busy focused on their common enemy; the nightmarish shadow given form. Indeed, it was as well she was, for it lashed out at her and it was only through a last minute roll that the Scarlet Witch was safe. The movement carried her toward X-23, who still wore a look of intense disapproval.
However, even in the dark, Wolverine's daughter's enhanced eyesight noted the pain on the other woman's face, and she could smell the rot of her skin and the sweat that glistened on her face. She was struggling – badly. Even her sentences – explaining why she'd dragged Laura away from their enemy – were stunted and broken, as if she were too weak to manage them in one attempt. It looked like the mutant would have to save her stares of disapproval for a later time – for if what Wanda said was true, she wouldn't be able to destroy the demon alone; and the witch was suffering in order to try and help her.
Darting to her side, she aided the other to her feet, taking care to keep her claws from her skin – and covertly, to not touch the hand that had been all but turned into a corpse's by the trap the demon before them had set. “You could perhaps give me some warning next time,” she muttered sharply – though the woman could well have done – Laura often focused a little too much of one aspect of a battle; the stabbing part.
Once on her feet, the crimson-clad woman locked eyes with the raven-haired girl – graven and serious. Simply, they conveyed that the situation they were in was one of life or death – and it only strengthened Laura's resolve. However, she almost sneered when she asked if she knew how to use her claws – but had to dodge a flailed demonic limb before she had time to pass comment. Instantly looking back to the witch to see if she too had escaped the attack, X-23 noted that she had, and watched her fingers begin an intricate dance, which made light dance over her finger tips.
With a pained cry, she directed said light at the mutant – then collapsed to her side. Her last words suggested Laura could now – in fact – engage their enemy. The girl wasted no time in doing so.
Letting out a war cry akin to a wild howl, she sprinted at her enemy, eyes burning. Limbs were flailed at her, and rather than merely dodge them, X-23 ducked and wove, swiping the blades that protruded from her wrist at them – severing and cutting through them as if they were paper, the demon writhing and gasping in surprise. Once she was in a prime striking distance, she became a tornado of activity, spinning twice to slash of the slick's midriff, and then planted her claws firmly in what she took to be its chest. The faces that bubbled under the surface seemed only more pained. Then, dodging another wild swing at her person, she jumped, using the embedded blades for support, and all but ran up the demon's body, nimbly somersaulting over its head to land upon its thick neck. There, she steadied herself, and began slashing repeatedly at the shifting head and shoulders of the beast – wild and uncontrolled, merely hoping her furious swipes would behead the supernatural creature.
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Tag: Wanda Maximoff
Notes: Laura was nice to Wanda! Sort of...Also; DIE DEMON DIE!
Before making it to the demon, she seemed to halt in mid-air, wrapped up in glowing scarlet tendrils that crawled with shimmering runes, borne of a language foreign to the mutant clone. Letting out a surprised 'huh?!' she turned to look back at her partner, the witch, about whom similar ropes of power twisted – before the woman flicked her hand out behind her; hurling Laura away from the demon and back the way she'd come. A cry of shock passed her lips, and had she been less agile, may well have ended up crashing into one of the many stalagmites that littered the floor. Luckily, her agility was far beyond that of a humans, and twisting nimbly mid-air, she managed get her feet beneath her, landing in a crouch, inserting her claws into the ground as she skidded in order to halt her momentum.
As soon as she'd come to a stop, she flicked her gaze to the witch and glowered at her, her lips pulled back in a snarl. Not that the witch seemed to take much note of Laura's disapproval. She was to busy focused on their common enemy; the nightmarish shadow given form. Indeed, it was as well she was, for it lashed out at her and it was only through a last minute roll that the Scarlet Witch was safe. The movement carried her toward X-23, who still wore a look of intense disapproval.
However, even in the dark, Wolverine's daughter's enhanced eyesight noted the pain on the other woman's face, and she could smell the rot of her skin and the sweat that glistened on her face. She was struggling – badly. Even her sentences – explaining why she'd dragged Laura away from their enemy – were stunted and broken, as if she were too weak to manage them in one attempt. It looked like the mutant would have to save her stares of disapproval for a later time – for if what Wanda said was true, she wouldn't be able to destroy the demon alone; and the witch was suffering in order to try and help her.
Darting to her side, she aided the other to her feet, taking care to keep her claws from her skin – and covertly, to not touch the hand that had been all but turned into a corpse's by the trap the demon before them had set. “You could perhaps give me some warning next time,” she muttered sharply – though the woman could well have done – Laura often focused a little too much of one aspect of a battle; the stabbing part.
Once on her feet, the crimson-clad woman locked eyes with the raven-haired girl – graven and serious. Simply, they conveyed that the situation they were in was one of life or death – and it only strengthened Laura's resolve. However, she almost sneered when she asked if she knew how to use her claws – but had to dodge a flailed demonic limb before she had time to pass comment. Instantly looking back to the witch to see if she too had escaped the attack, X-23 noted that she had, and watched her fingers begin an intricate dance, which made light dance over her finger tips.
With a pained cry, she directed said light at the mutant – then collapsed to her side. Her last words suggested Laura could now – in fact – engage their enemy. The girl wasted no time in doing so.
Letting out a war cry akin to a wild howl, she sprinted at her enemy, eyes burning. Limbs were flailed at her, and rather than merely dodge them, X-23 ducked and wove, swiping the blades that protruded from her wrist at them – severing and cutting through them as if they were paper, the demon writhing and gasping in surprise. Once she was in a prime striking distance, she became a tornado of activity, spinning twice to slash of the slick's midriff, and then planted her claws firmly in what she took to be its chest. The faces that bubbled under the surface seemed only more pained. Then, dodging another wild swing at her person, she jumped, using the embedded blades for support, and all but ran up the demon's body, nimbly somersaulting over its head to land upon its thick neck. There, she steadied herself, and began slashing repeatedly at the shifting head and shoulders of the beast – wild and uncontrolled, merely hoping her furious swipes would behead the supernatural creature.
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Tag: Wanda Maximoff
Notes: Laura was nice to Wanda! Sort of...Also; DIE DEMON DIE!
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