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Characters: AU Eridan Ampora, The Grand Highblood Subjugglator, and Willow Rosenberg
Setting: The floor with the pool
Format: Whatever, I'll follow what you guys want to do
Summary: Eridan will probably sass the GHB, and Willow will hopefully rescue him.
Warnings: Violence and swearing

Eridan boosted himself up out of the pool and reached for the towel he'd brought this time. He was wearing swimming trunks, a simple white speedo, because the bigger trunks they'd offered him caused too much drag.

He'd never been that into swimming back home, with the water so polluted, but this water was clean and clear, if a tiny bit chlorinated. It was just enough to make his gills tingle, but he always washed them out thoroughly in the ablution trap later so there wouldn't be any scarring.

He had hoped to meet Willow again and take her swimming, but she hadn't arrived yet. That was disappointing, and he hoped she'd just lost track of time or something, and nothing bad had happened to her. He'd maybe check the library on his way back to his respite block. That would be like the girl he was becoming to hope would be his matesprit one day.

Content and humming a fisher tune, he rubbed at his skin to buff away the worst of the water so he could put his clothes back on and make his way back to his room.

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The highblood's eye went wide for an instant, a strange feeling overwhelming him. It felt like anticipation, but with a hint of something foreign. Fear? Was he actually feeling fearful of this little witch?

Unfortunately for him, he can't mull over these questions. Pushing all thoughts that were not critical to his survival aside, he barely made it out of the way. The white-hot heat radiating off the blade alone singed his hair, and the stink filled his nostrils. It was an unpredictable weapon, being wielded by magic, and there was only so much he could do to try and predict its next move.

Standing immobile and silent, her eyes track the floating knife, controlling it with will alone. Telekinesis of a small object like this is so simple, barely an expenditure of her power. She could kill vampires with pencils using this method over a year ago.

It swivels in place like a compass, turning to point at the highblood unerringly. Willow doesn't have enough skill in physical fighting, even by this method, to have any subtlety: it flies forward again for another pass.

A harsh gasp left his lips as the knife suddenly plunged into his shoulder, and he batted at it with a angry sounding grunt. It wasn't like any regular stab wound, what with its burning hot blade, and he felt excruciating pain rip through his body starting from the wound and down to his toes. The emotions this new sort of sensation ignited was an equally hot rage. His eyes flashed bright red from its usual orange, and he bared his teeth threateningly, like a corner beast.

"Motherfucker, do not think you can all hide behind your motherfucking magic forever," he snarled, clutching at his shoulder. The wound was cauterized from the heat, but it left a longer lasting pain than a normal knife wound would have.

"You will motherfucking rue the day I all get my hands on you, bitch."

The knife flew back to her hand, where she caught it neatly, the blood thick enough to almost completely hide the metal.

Willow stays as she is, responding instead of attacking. "You're wrong. I can hide behind my magic forever. In fact, I could suck the life right out of you with just a touch, and it'd only make me stronger. Not my fault you didn't believe me when I warned you." She speaks blandly, as if uninterested. Every second that passes, she better finds her balance between ruthless and composed.

If her words alone weren't enough, that bored tone of hers was equally infuriating. To be honest, he was sort of at a loss for what to do. Strategically, running away would've been best, seeing as he was at a disadvantage, but his pride and anger wouldn't allow him.

He roared, forgetting the pain in his shoulder and charged her once more, not even giving a fuck if it was futile or not. If she was going to rip him apart with her magic, then so be it, but he wasn't going down without seeing it to the end. No running away for him.

Teleporting was strong, deep magic, but Willow had seen this coming. She'd kept in mind what the Summoner had told her, that when the highblood got enraged, he got sloppy and mindless. Apparently he was right, and it was working.

There was no noise, no light show, she was just there one moment and the next she wasn't. Instead, she was behind him and to the left, some fifteen feet away. It left Eridan exposed and unprotected, but she was confident that she had the highblood's attention fully now.

"Hey, over here," she calls mockingly. "Time to get this over with." She was sinking deeper. She'd pulled her power from the Earth, but her intent was changing it, the channels for black magic well-worn and wide open in her mind, always waiting for an opportunity. She had to finish this, because there was a distant, nagging part of herself that kept insisting she was afraid she wouldn't come back from the darkness. It was faintly annoying, but she listened to it.

Willow was ready to be done with him.

He skidded to a stop, whipping around to face the witch who was now on the other side of the room. Fuck, she was even faster than he was with his flash step. Confusion subsided quickly and he rushed once more, blinded by his steadily building rage and raised a monstrous arm to pull back and swing...if he ever got close enough.

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OOC: Skip me, I guess. This is Eridan's face

poor baby

we can probably keep skipping Cnd for a little bit and you can hop in as needed for now? :|a

excellent

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AHH just for the hell of it <3