She hadn’t really been surprised when his gaze seemed to be drawn to Doc’s shirt. He was about catching small details that most would overlook. It was one of the reasons she had hired him with the intention of grooming him to take the position of her second in command. He had a good head on his shoulders and she knew he’d be good there, plus he would bring an unique perspective that would be beneficial. She wouldn’t be astonished later if he cornered her to ask about the shirt. Really, she’d be more concerned if he didn’t. Either way, she’d be having a discussion with him and Flynn later.
For now, though, her entire focus was the man in front of her and their battle. Although she was careful not to let it show, the poisoning he had focused upon her hurt like a *****. It was part of the reason she had planned to make it her opener; the other reason was to help balance the field and hopefully make him a bit more susceptible to injury. Of course, returning the pain in kind was just an added bonus. A small, satisfied grin tugged at her lips as she noticed the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. She had to give him credit given he was still standing; she just hoped he hadn’t learnt that level of pain tolerance the same way she had. She wouldn’t wish those lessons on anyone.
She barely had time to blink before he was on her; his hands grabbing her arm and setting it on fire. The blood thief hissed in pain calling up the shadows to attack on her behalf. It didn’t really matter to her if they were successful; the intent was to force him to release his painful grip. Eyeing him warily as he moved out of the way with what seemed to be practiced ease, she wondered just how much burn cream she was going to need later to tame her new burns. Hell. There was also the question of whether or not if such remedy would even be beneficial on a mystical burn. One thing was certain; she was going to lovingly stab him later if she ended up with some odd scarring that didn’t disappear over time. She wasn’t a peacock of any sort, though.
Side-stepping around the arena a bit, she kept both eyes on her opponent waiting to see what his next move would be. She knew she could just attempt to unleash non-stop attacks but there was no fun in that; she wanted a challenge and it seemed like she was going to get her wish. His run towards her didn’t go unnoticed, particularly since his fingers were glowing that same inferno red that had just caused the burns she was sporting. There was no way she was going to stand there and take
that again. He was a bit nuts to even try if he thought she’d willingly be afflicted again.
Given the success of her distraction technique, the blood thief figured it couldn’t hurt to try it again. Worse case, she missed again and ended up with another burn, but it was worth a shot if it meant not being touched with those fingers of fire. She charged at him with every intention of plowing into him and knocking him off balance enough to thwart his attack. Her eyes widened a bit when she realized he wasn’t able to get close enough to touch her; she wasn’t quite sure how that had been managed, however. With the distraction no longer needed, the red-head made the split second decision to attempt a leap frog-inspired jump over the man. The woman had forgotten one key bit of information – she was a good foot shorter than the vampire. She had gotten a good bit of air but still was a bit short of clearing him entirely; a fact that was punctuated with a loud crack as her foot connected his head.
She winced at the sound as she hit the floor, tumbling into an upright position quickly, just in case he tried to retaliate immediately. He was a bit of a mess with the blood flowing from his obviously broken nose. The laughter and exclamation hadn’t been what she had expected; she found herself giggling as she shook her head.
”NOT ON PURPOSE!” It was a true statement; she hadn’t had any intention of kicking him. A knee to the groin would have sufficed if she really wanted to get some sort of kick in, though she suspected Flynn would have protested that move later. Not that she was looking to mutilate the vampire in any way. Noting the gesture for a pause, she smiled and acknowledged it with a nod.
”Why, thanks.” Yes, she was being cheeky with her reply. It had been a lucky, or unlucky, she supposed depending on how one looked at it, maneuver. Nothing more or less; it certainly couldn’t be attributed to skill. While the mystic recouped his bearings, the blood thief considered her next couple moves. She could take a leaf out of his book and give him a matching burn though she suspected he would be wary of such a move. He had already proven he was alert for moving shadows, so using them to attack again was out. Depending on his next move, she had settled on one of two paths – blinding or stabbing.
Her hand was forced though as she found herself unable to call upon her mystical powers. Her eyes narrowed at the vampire. Jerk. He must have mind blocked her. Awesome. There was no way she was dragging this fight out for an hour just so the block could lapse. Weapon it was. That was going to be interesting given she hadn’t failed to notice the silver reliquary in its place of honor. A challenge was a challenge, though a change in weapon was in order. It would be folly to get within his arm’s reach now. Slipping her gun from its holster, she waited till she had a decent shot before gently squeezing the trigger.
****. That had landed a bit higher than where she had been aiming. Maybe a day of target practicing was in order after this. Well at least she hadn’t missed completely. Blood was blood; she idly hoped he wasn’t too attached to that shirt or those pants at this rate. Eyes narrowed as she saw his glowing hands trying to reach her again. ****. That. She knew there wasn’t any likelihood of him being deterred from his path unless he was put out of the fight completely. Unless she was incredibly lucky, that wasn’t going to happen so quickly so she settled for the next best thing. She shot him in the leg. Not that it seemed to slow him down enough for her to avoid those glowing embers that passed for hands. Good Goddess that
hurt. Clearly he was a pyromaniac or he’d been watching
The Hunger Games for inspiration. She supposed she couldn’t discount his
playlist as the culprit. Next time she had to fight him, she was going to bribe Flynn to hide everything but the Disney movies. Like
Bambi. That shouldn’t give him too many ideas. She hoped.
She was going to open with a mind block of her own the next time, she decided as her vision began to fade and disappear completely. There was no way she was going to try to shoot blindly. Goddess knew with her luck she was more likely to hit the spectators than her mark. Dagger it was. Her ears perked listening for a hint of his location before she pounced, swinging upwards. She met resistance so she’d definitely hit something; given the hiss she heard, she’d guess she’d been successful in getting her blade into the vampire. Either that or into some random stranger which would be awkward.
Her eyes widened as she heard shots. Jerk. Shooting at her when she couldn’t see; thankfully all seemed to miss her if the lack of pain was any indication. Two could play that game. Pointing her firearm in the rough direction the bullets had come from, she squeezed off several rounds before lunging forward to follow up with a slash of her dagger. As the knife slid easily, the red-head knew she had missed there. The shots were a bit harder to determine. Likely, they too had missed given she’d been shooting in the same direction she had lunged.
The pain radiating from her back seemed to serve to confirm she had missed her mark while he found his. He’d shot her in the back! In. The. Back. Asshole. She pivoted quickly, squeezing off another spread of bullets with a growl. This entire being blind thing was a *****. It was impossible to tell if she was hitting her mark without any sort of audial clue that the mystic was in a fresh round of pain. Which given everything would be music to her ears. If her memory served correctly, it would hopefully begin to wear off shortly, but she wasn’t about to stand idly until then. At the very least, shooting and missing would keep him on his toes even if it didn’t make him bleed.
Another shot rang through the pit, her hiss of pain masked by the roaring crowd. Damnit that was going to leave a mark. She winced as she took a small test step forward. Yup. That was going to be an issue. Her eyes narrowed as her vision went from black to grey though not enough to be of any real use though at least now she could potentially make out shapes. Maybe. It might just be a figment of her imagination; she wasn’t about to discount that possibility. She squinted in attempts to determine if she was seeing the outline of a person or if she was just going crazy. She couldn’t tell. Oh well. Time to shoot it anyway. She aimed carefully – or at least she hoped she had – and let loose the bullet. It looked as though the shape was turning colors. Maybe. Hopefully.
Another bullet in her leg was repayed with one in his thigh. Perhaps it was to his benefit her sight was currently ****; otherwise she may have aimed a little higher and over. Though, maybe not; she didn’t want to anger Flynn with that wound but it was a tempting thought. She managed to side step one of the incoming projectiles before another found her leg again. She knew she was on the shorter side, but Goddess, couldn’t he aim higher? Or was he making a silent short joke? Whichever it was, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. It was just idle curiosity at this point.
The shapes were slightly more defined now; she aimed upward towards where she thought his head should be. A slight squeeze of the trigger sent the bullet off to visit her target. A slight smile of satisfaction tugged at her lips as she heard the gurgle. So she had been a bit low in her aim, but it still sounded like she had hit fairly high; throat by the sound. She took a step the right as he raised his own weapon and shot at her. Or at least she thought he had. It didn’t matter as she aimed a little lower this time. She could have cheered as he landed *** first on the ground with a freely bleeding wound in his chest. Bullseye!
She had perfected the combo of heart and head shots in the last battle she’d been in defending the Dragon’s territory. Those battles were always great for trying new things and honing her skills; she was just amazed it worked as well in an one on one battle. She slowly backed away from the prone mystic to allow his time to recover and regain his footing.
To Be Continued...