Starlight

[The Future Warrior]

For a good few seconds, Graowr just stared at her frozen limb in abject confusion. She didn't get long to try and ponder, or get the cobweb-shrouded gears turning in her head, though. Just as she was fully registering 'that was a gun, and he shot it, and now my hand is covered in ice', an armor-clad fist collided with the side of her head. There was a dull, almost comically hollow thunk and her head snapped to one side, taking her body with it.

Rather than just wind up completely floored by the surprise blow, natural instinct kicked in. She rolled with the impact, hitting the ground, curling  and tumbling over and with the aid of her non-frozen arm she sprang back upright. "Wow...that was a pretty good hit!" One cheek was still caved in and dented from the blow, her neck leaning at an angle that would have definitely been broken in anything with actual bones. With a quick snap, she righted her off-kilter head, and shook it to pop her face back to normal, now sporting a grin. "I dunno why we're fighting all of a sudden, but this should be fun!"

The elf who had clocked the majin just scowled. "Fun? You think this is fun?!" she seethed, launching herself at the comparatively tiny prime for another heavy blow. Gauntleted fist met only empty air, making her overbalance and stumble half a pace. Eyes went wide as she processed what had happened, seeing the azure abomination now in the air over her head, already flipping forward into a fiercely spinning kick right for the back of the elf's head.

There was a flare of light and heat, and the elf was gone in the blink of en eye, several paces back from where she had been. Graowr's strike had hit the floor instead, smashing through the flooring and leaving her in a patch of fiercely crackling blue fire. Wisps and faint trails of the blue flame trailed over the floor to where the gauntleted fighter that had produced it now lay, small traces of it flickering and swirling about the gauntlets themselves. As she got back up to stand properly, she squared off into a proper fighting stance as she quickly moved to put herself between the majin and the researcher.

In the meanwhile, Bud was busy scurrying about to gather his research notes and materials together and prepare for a quick retreat. Revolver still in hand, and antsy glances thrown toward the fighting in progress, but he was more focused on his task.

"Alright! So you do have some tricks up your sleeve!" Graowr said, more than a little enthusiastically as she wrenched her leg free of the flooring. "That's awesome." And she brought one arm back, slowly spinning it as if to loosen the joint or wind up to throw something. "Then it's time to get serious!" And throw something is exactly what she did. A punch. Her arm stretched like the rubbery stuff it was, rocketing across the room. It collided with crossed arms covered in steel, producing an audible clang from the impact. The force of it threw the bodyguard off balance just slightly, leaving her only barely ready to react further as the little blue terror zipped across the room in the blink of an eye, retracting her stretched arm to bring her other to bear.

Fist met fist this time, with a wave of blue fire washing out over Graowr as the gauntlet which crashed against her belched forth a plume of it. She grimaced, her features pulling back into a silent growl that showed her teeth. "That...hurts..." she said quietly. "...fire is...awful." There was a brief clash where several blows were traded on both sides, before it was the diminutive demon that ended up sprawled out on the ground, covered in fire so thick it shrouded her from view almost entirely. Her opponent had fared slightly better, only sporting a few bruises and a heavy dent in her gauntlets here and there.

For a brief second, that was how it went. Four against two looked like it had devolved into four against one, for just long enough that the elven warrior turned her attention away from the seemingly fallen prime to deal with the old man. It was an opening which the little blue demon fully exploited. She went from laying on the ground, burning, to on her feet and a blur of motion in in the blink of an eye. Both arms wrapped around the elven bodyguard at the waist, coiling into a tight deathgrip. The elf sputtered in surprise, trying to wriggle free, but her efforts were cut short as Graowr, displaying surprising strength, lifted her completely free of the ground. Things went topsy-turvy for the elf as floor became ceiling and ceiling became floor, finding herself briefly upside down in the air. Then there was a shuddering impact and a harsh crunch as she met the floor head-first, courtesy of an unexpected ride on the suplex train.

To her credit, she was back on her feet quickly. Dazed and unsteady, now bleeding mildly from her collision with the floor, but still ready to fight. For her part, Graowr had finally gotten into the swing of things. The fire was mostly out, only a few flickers of it here and there to still be seen; just some burns and scorch marks on her clothes and exposed skin to show for it. Blazing around her, and casting the entire room into shades of fluttering pink, her aura flared and danced much like the fire her foe spat out everywhere. Briefly, the majin turned aside, looking toward the Sage and his fight, raising her voice over the scuffle. "How you doin' over there, old guy?"

"Fantastic!" he wheezed, frantically whacking aside his foe's sword only to be met with a shield impacting his face.

"Great!" He definitely had it under control.

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