Damea Reese & Abigail
She didn’t think he’d have the strength to overcome the ferocious gales. She didn’t even think he’d have the capacity to ignite another fire in all that wind. Abigail barely saw the fireball as the air combusted and then howled in her direction, eliminating any chance to construct her usual voids. Desperate to dodge, she threw herself sideways, just barely escaping the fiery projectile as it screeched past her ears like an angry phoenix. The blaze scorched her shoulders and hair, and for a second, she thought she might literally turn into a flaming red head.
Toppling onto her right side, Abigail winced as she rolled back and then leapt up. Her breath stalled as the woman’s arms stretched out, quickly forming another void to extinguish any flames on her. She stepped back before she could suffocate and exhaled.
“That was very dangerous,” she huffed, flicking stray strands of hair behind her ear. Abigail’s bottom lip wrinkled in the form of a pout, though her eyes still twinkled with a trace of amusement, “I think I’ve got the perfect idea figured out for you.”
The doors burst open once more, suffusing the room with harsh, white artificial lighting. Appearing by the entrance was the familiar sight of Reginald’s assistant. The man was in an obvious hurry as he blundered into the duel and held the door open with his shoulder. “Commander?” called Reginald’s adjutant. Upon sighting the red head, the man gulped and briskly adjusted his posture into one more respectable. Mirroring Damea, his brow was caked in a layer of sweat, but most noticeable was the urgency in his tone.
“Yes Mister Hans?” Abigail answered, raising an eyebrow at his incursion.
“We’ve received word from Touya, Reginald wishes to convene a meeting immediately,” Hans replied, blurting out the news.
“I see. the other officers will likely still be asleep. Why don’t you summon them Mister Hans?” Abigail suggested. Assembling the others would also give her some time to re-dress.
The assistant nodded and left the duo alone once more. At this point Abigail was already walking over to retrieve her knapsack, her mind elsewhere. “Join us, I invite you,” she said, bending over to lift the straps over her back. She made a conscious decision to sling the band over her right shoulder, avoiding the burns on her left until they could be treated. “It’ll be easier to say things once rather than repeat them to you later.”
“Victor has no weaknesses. He’s willing to sacrifice anything, any piece on the chess board to solidify his dominance,” she spoke. Abruptly, she tossed him the towel she’d brought in with her. “If you and Miles work together, with his air and your fire, you fools could become quite the combo. I’ll see you soon.”
April Rosevolt
Attack, defend, attack. April thrust back after narrowly dodging a sweeping kick, her sword singing in the air. There was no monotony to her movements, or Bordal’s. Arms, legs, weapons, anything went as far as the therian commander was concerned, and his variety of attacks was truly admirable. She was getting used to constantly having to be on her toes now, to the rush of adrenaline as it pumped through her veins. After the disappointing results of her trying to activate her wrist blades, it almost felt refreshing to focus on something she was capable of doing.
She was so focused on combat that she almost missed the ripples of unease which spread through the camp. It took Bordal suddenly lowering his sword before she broke out of her concentration. Startled by the giant cyclopean’s passivity, she stopped midway into her strike and leapt back. “What’s going on?” she asked, hearing the commotion now.
Following his gaze, her blue eyes widened at who she saw stalk into the clearing, and April began to visibly shake. Her mouth opening and closed slightly, her fury taking away any semblance of control she once had.
“Val,” she hissed the name like it was poison to her tongue.
Of course, the first person the terrorist went to address was Touya, their old grudge rekindled. Watching them was like watching the reunion of a divorced couple as Val stepped forwards, placing himself purposefully in front of Touya. Both men squared up to each other, their powers bubbling on the verge of exploding.
"We did not come here to fight, we came here because we need help. Just like you do," stated a therian woman, appealing to the two rivals with reason. The same woman who tried to kill Touya.
"Never thought that you and I would fight together again, Touya," Val croaked, boasting an awfully superior look. Touya said nothing, to irritated to speak a constructive word, and sheathed his weapons. Behind him, April had other ideas however.
“Murderers,” snarled April, the handle of her sword almost snapped in her hands. With his back turned to them, she launched herself forwards, her fingers curled and wrist blades unconsciously drawn.