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|| Be Brave || Owl City ||
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|| Be Brave || Owl City ||
Clover was ready to jump the plan into motion, as were Maple and Fearsome. They truly believed that it would work, the pentagram would be able to purge the miasma and restore the surface to its former glory. The kittens held hands, Maple excitedly praising Clover for being so smart. "You're so good," Maple purred, scritching Clover below the chin. Fearsome rolled his eyes, perhaps jealous that he wasn't the one doing the petting. "Incestuous much?" He snickered, wondering how a set of twins could be so vastly different and yet, so attached to each other. "Jealous?" Maple stuck her tongue out as Fearsome stomped over, petting them both. The kitties seemed to melt, Fearsome knowing exactly where to scritch to set their tails a flutter with swishes. It was only the slow clap that made them all turn, the white haired kitten's jaw dropping when she saw who was standing there.
Maple tensed up, placing her hand on Clover's shoulder. The kitten glanced at the strange human, the one whose tummy was large and swollen, with a machine attached to her. She was sleeping, Clover believed, but still looked as though she were in great amounts of pain. "Clover doesn't like," the kitten hissed, looking at the man they called Manfred. He had a plan to ruin this world, to hurt humans and make them sad. Clover's tail wound up, the more he spoke, the more she wanted to stop him. They were supposed to be superheroes weren't they? What were they if they couldn't save one girl from whatever plot this vile man had? "Blossom, no." Maple's hand tightened, attempting to draw Clover backwards. "We can't beat him, you need to calm down." Maple said worriedly as Fearsome conjured up a boat for them to make their escape on.
Clover locked eyes with that strange device. She jumped out in a split decision. "Blossom is hero, isn't she? So Blossom will save human!" She declared, her mana stone lighting up in order to absorb whatever attack Manfred may conjure up. "No! Clover, get back here!" Maple screamed, Fearsome holding her back. Their little boat had already begun to set sail, hastily making its retreat away from Manfred and Victoire. "No, Clover, get back here!" Maple screamed, thrashing as Fearsome and Estelle held her back. "Blossom will win!" She declared, running at Manfred. She pulled a brew out of her utility belt, throwing it at his feet. Smoke burst into the air, blinding them. The kitten side swiped the woman, sending her sprawling on the ground.
She absorbed the first attack from Manfred, punching him in the stomach and flipping him over her shoulder. She could win this, she didn't need magic, she just needed to beat them, take the human, and run. Even if Clover could only save one person, she would still consider it a success if that person got to live happily. The woman returned, vines crawling out of her arms. The smoke began to dissipate, so Clover used another potion, this one to melt the ground in front of her in an acid slick. Victoire stopped, trapped by the bubbling concrete. Manfred launched at Clover, bursting from the smoke. She absorbed his attack, but suddenly, he grinned wickedly. Clover bounced back, nearly falling into the acid. Manfred came forth, taking the offensive, throwing a punch, but feigning at the last second. From behind him he drew a sword, slashing it across Clover's chest.
"NOOOOO!" Maple screamed as Clover fell to her knees. He drove the sword through her, Clover's mana stone shattering into glittering blue pieces. The kitten looked down as she bled, confused as to how it happened. Vines crawled up her limbs, constricting her neck, choking her. "Oh dear," Victoire said, "what a naughty little kitty. Whatever are we to do with her?" She pushed Clover's face towards the puddle of acid, a Cheshire like smile on her lips. "It looks like we're going to have to teach her a lesson." Manfred grabbed her hair, pulling her head back away from the bubbling concrete. "Well, well, what a cute little toy you have to play with," Victoire smiled, driving the sword in deeper, twisting it around to open the wound up. Clover cried out in agony, the lack of oxygen making her vision dance.
"I know just what to do with her," Manfred said as her eyes closed, a hand reaching for her.