All Across the Island, Sunday Morning through Afternoon

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The time for a final strike had finally arrived. The prisoners of detention had been freed, powers and abilities had been returned, and all that remained was Umbridge, and her still-faithful Loyalists.

It was time to pick a side, and bring Umbridge's reign to an end.

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Re: Fighting and General Mayhem - School

[nokitestringnow.livejournal.com]

It'd been a while since she'd had this kind of challenge. The part where this was someone she used to think of as a friend pretty much blew, but that was the way it went around here.

There it was-- the old, familiar rush of adrenaline that came with a fight. She'd missed being able to indulge in that while she'd been under the curse.

So she waited until the absolute last possible second, then threw herself backward and kicked out at him.

Re: Fighting and General Mayhem - School

[archparakeet.livejournal.com]

And that kick connected with his shoulder at about the same moment that Warren flared his wings, coming out of the dive in a flurry of razors and a snarl of rage. He righted himself before his feet so much as hit the ground, and then once they had, he straightened, keeping those lethal wingtips pointed toward her.

That kick had hurt.

For a moment.

Re: Fighting and General Mayhem - School

[nokitestringnow.livejournal.com]

Hey, it was an actual challenge. Moreover, it was a chance to keep him occupied for a while.

"Not bad," Kennedy told him as she popped back up to her feet. "Love the wings, by the way. Nice and shiny."

Kennedy, don't taunt the guy with the arsenal of poisonous blades.

Re: Fighting and General Mayhem - School

[archparakeet.livejournal.com]

"The best that Stark technology can provide," Warren replied, keeping his expression carefully schooled and those blades trained on her. "They'll be all the rage, someday."

You know, prosthetic wings to replace limbs lost in horrific clashes of magic against mutant.

"Would you like a closer look, perhaps?"

One wing lashed out toward her, while he kept the other curled forward, a sheet of metal protecting a body that had a healing factor to keep it going regardless of the bruises and flesh wounds that he might receive.

The strike was half-hearted, at best. Warren himself still wasn't too keen on attacking someone that he'd once considered a friend.