02-20-2016, 01:24 AM
A gaseous halo burst behind the thief as another light fixture shattered, his gritted teeth fluorescent, sickening, and slick against the flare. His feet slid gratingly across the metal, a song sighing close to Jade's ear as he ducked and attempted to weave around the infuriated Witch. Attempted being the key word, for her knuckles would surely leave a nasty bruise on his lip for weeks afterwards.
The chain that slid around her feet was a living thing, alive and sifting through a thin sheen of stirred moon dust. As it curled and warped in a hum of icy metal, making to strike at her with all the viciousness of a venomous snake, Jade's feet swept up from the ground as she disappeared in a streaking flash of green light.
Her heart leapt into her chest as she reappeared before the thief, and in a hurried, sloppy exchange of blows the viciously entangled pair went crashing over the side of the catwalk. A few scant wires strung across the ceiling were pulled along for the ride, pop-sizzling sparks snapping behind them in searing bursts as the two went hurtling towards the stage below.
But, they were lucky; their perilous drop was interrupted by another platform of similar make, which Jade's left side slammed into with incredible force. She yelped, the surface below her shifting at a perilous angle and sending her sliding down its grooved edge. Parallel to where she was, the thief likewise scrambled against the side of the precariously tipping platform, hoping against all hope that he would not fall to his doom.
Green energy latched onto the fulcrum that held the precipitously turning surface aloft; Jade's hand twisted, her forehead creased as she concentrated on stabilizing the series of metal bars and hexagonally-intertwined mesh. It could be torn like spider-webbing, she knew, but destruction was not what she desired— the delicately drifting, amphibious dancers below, with their soft steps and whirling pirouettes, were not to be touched.
This thief, however, she had no qualms about roughing up a bit. As the ground became flat beneath her slippers once more, she watched angrily as her opponent took off like a shot across the catwalk, sharp metallic tings marking his footsteps.
"Come back here!" Jade snapped, immediately giving chase. The moonlight redoubled the artificial lighting as she ran, beams of white cycling past like lightyears, her focus zeroed in on the retreating figure's back.
"Oho! As if I would do that!" The thief called over his shoulder, quite content to flee. His footsteps were swift, his strides perfectly measured so as to achieve maximum velocity. Nothing could stop him now, not the sharp pain building in his skull nor the horridly slow child struggling behind him. The planets were now his and his alone.
Something rang dully underfoot. A split beam, a coil of aged ore that threatened to give out, he wasn't exactly sure of the cause. Whatever the case, it quickly fell out from under his feet until he, too, was falling into the abyss— that is, until a hand latched onto his wrist.
Shock blanching his features, Demetri looked up from his dangling, helpless position to see that the young Witch had rescued him from certain death. Her stormy expression, however, was anything but benevolent.
"You idiot!" She yelled at him, her fingernails digging viciously into his arm as she tugged him upwards. "You almost got yourself killed!"
Not one to be outdone in insults, the planet stealer quibbled something rather unkind back under his breath, already beginning to formulate a new route of escape. One chain strung out from his wrist in a glinting arc before wrapping tight around a metal beam that was approximately across from their location. He glanced down, gulped minutely at the daunting height, and then wrenched his wrist out of the girl's grip with a quick tug.
Jade watched open-mouthed as the thief swung like Tarzan across a quarter of the stage's length, his buckled shoes dipping dangerously close to a froggy ballerina's forehead before the chain whisked him up onto a higher platform. He landed, stumbled a bit, and then with a sly wink over his shoulder vanished behind the cover of the stage curtain. It was totally infuriating, to say the very least.
Letting out an angry huff that was more akin to a bark in both sharpness and volume, Jade wrenched herself off of the ground in a rippling tear of green flame, appearing seamlessly upon the other side a moment later. The thief, having thought he was in the clear, chanced a brief glance backwards, performed a flawless double-take worthy of an Oscar, and then tried to run.
He didn't get very far, although the chain that glanced off of the Witch's brow in retribution was anything but weak. In fact, it hurt a whole lot, more than that one time when Jade tripped and busted her lip on a concrete step. Tears pricked at her eyes as she tried to shut it out, but happy thoughts alone couldn't drive away that persistent, fractured ache in her skull.
In a whirlwind of trailing stars and sparking green, Jade drew away from the thief to get a better grip on the situation even as he did much of the same. They both glared at one another, calculating even while wounded, and for a short, beating moment, the roar of combat was all but gone, replaced by nothing but the faint whining of string instruments.
Then, in an instant between one and the next, it all came rushing back with renewed vigor.
The chain that slid around her feet was a living thing, alive and sifting through a thin sheen of stirred moon dust. As it curled and warped in a hum of icy metal, making to strike at her with all the viciousness of a venomous snake, Jade's feet swept up from the ground as she disappeared in a streaking flash of green light.
Her heart leapt into her chest as she reappeared before the thief, and in a hurried, sloppy exchange of blows the viciously entangled pair went crashing over the side of the catwalk. A few scant wires strung across the ceiling were pulled along for the ride, pop-sizzling sparks snapping behind them in searing bursts as the two went hurtling towards the stage below.
But, they were lucky; their perilous drop was interrupted by another platform of similar make, which Jade's left side slammed into with incredible force. She yelped, the surface below her shifting at a perilous angle and sending her sliding down its grooved edge. Parallel to where she was, the thief likewise scrambled against the side of the precariously tipping platform, hoping against all hope that he would not fall to his doom.
Green energy latched onto the fulcrum that held the precipitously turning surface aloft; Jade's hand twisted, her forehead creased as she concentrated on stabilizing the series of metal bars and hexagonally-intertwined mesh. It could be torn like spider-webbing, she knew, but destruction was not what she desired— the delicately drifting, amphibious dancers below, with their soft steps and whirling pirouettes, were not to be touched.
This thief, however, she had no qualms about roughing up a bit. As the ground became flat beneath her slippers once more, she watched angrily as her opponent took off like a shot across the catwalk, sharp metallic tings marking his footsteps.
"Come back here!" Jade snapped, immediately giving chase. The moonlight redoubled the artificial lighting as she ran, beams of white cycling past like lightyears, her focus zeroed in on the retreating figure's back.
"Oho! As if I would do that!" The thief called over his shoulder, quite content to flee. His footsteps were swift, his strides perfectly measured so as to achieve maximum velocity. Nothing could stop him now, not the sharp pain building in his skull nor the horridly slow child struggling behind him. The planets were now his and his alone.
Something rang dully underfoot. A split beam, a coil of aged ore that threatened to give out, he wasn't exactly sure of the cause. Whatever the case, it quickly fell out from under his feet until he, too, was falling into the abyss— that is, until a hand latched onto his wrist.
Shock blanching his features, Demetri looked up from his dangling, helpless position to see that the young Witch had rescued him from certain death. Her stormy expression, however, was anything but benevolent.
"You idiot!" She yelled at him, her fingernails digging viciously into his arm as she tugged him upwards. "You almost got yourself killed!"
Not one to be outdone in insults, the planet stealer quibbled something rather unkind back under his breath, already beginning to formulate a new route of escape. One chain strung out from his wrist in a glinting arc before wrapping tight around a metal beam that was approximately across from their location. He glanced down, gulped minutely at the daunting height, and then wrenched his wrist out of the girl's grip with a quick tug.
Jade watched open-mouthed as the thief swung like Tarzan across a quarter of the stage's length, his buckled shoes dipping dangerously close to a froggy ballerina's forehead before the chain whisked him up onto a higher platform. He landed, stumbled a bit, and then with a sly wink over his shoulder vanished behind the cover of the stage curtain. It was totally infuriating, to say the very least.
Letting out an angry huff that was more akin to a bark in both sharpness and volume, Jade wrenched herself off of the ground in a rippling tear of green flame, appearing seamlessly upon the other side a moment later. The thief, having thought he was in the clear, chanced a brief glance backwards, performed a flawless double-take worthy of an Oscar, and then tried to run.
He didn't get very far, although the chain that glanced off of the Witch's brow in retribution was anything but weak. In fact, it hurt a whole lot, more than that one time when Jade tripped and busted her lip on a concrete step. Tears pricked at her eyes as she tried to shut it out, but happy thoughts alone couldn't drive away that persistent, fractured ache in her skull.
In a whirlwind of trailing stars and sparking green, Jade drew away from the thief to get a better grip on the situation even as he did much of the same. They both glared at one another, calculating even while wounded, and for a short, beating moment, the roar of combat was all but gone, replaced by nothing but the faint whining of string instruments.
Then, in an instant between one and the next, it all came rushing back with renewed vigor.
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