Wing City Main Entrance

Gabrielle was so busy shit-taking that she kind of stopped paying attention to what exactly was going on. Sure, her punches actually connected, but in the world of fighting, one must be defensive and offensive at the same time. That part she always had trouble with, so when Bo’s head suddenly came crashing down onto her nose, she wasn’t sure what to do. Her stomach clenched up and for a second, she thought about puking, but pushed back the bile and then had a whole new problem because her eyes immediately watered up Slamming her fist up towards Bo’s jaw, Gabrielle snarled and used her other hand to push off of her opponent, hoping to land in a backhanded spring in the process.

“Those tears don’t count, it is a natural thing!” Gabby flipped off her hands back to her feet, calculating her next move. Hell, she had no idea what she was doing. Sprinting forward, she dove for the assassin’s knees, planning on taking her out that way.

Bo was lucky to already have her face all clenched up when that fist landed, or she couldn't lost teeth. Heck, she was lucky not to as it was, head reeling back and momentarily dazed as Gabby came back in. Instinct took over as her legs kicked, trying to jump free and away, but that only worked on all fours and all she managed to do was cause herself to fall downwards, probably right on top of Gabby.

Quite pleased when the punch actually connected, she ignored the pain shooting down her arm, having hit a bit harder than what was probably necessary. The fact that she also got away and was looking to be successful in her leg dive was a huge plus, well, until Bo leapt up a little. She hit down lower than what she meant to and before she realized what was happening, the cat was landing on top of her. Grunting as she hit the ground, still holding onto the assassin’s well, calves, she supposed, the sixteen-year-old kicked her feet back since she was on her stomach. Her hope was to nail Bo in the face, but she was sort of kicking haphazardly in the process.

“You fat cow, get off me!”

Bo jerked her paws down onto Gabby's rear, pushing her head up and away from the feet. And then the claws came out, digging into fabric and maybe the skin underneath as she raked down towards her own body. "He's not your daddy!" she snapped out for blood. She had just lost it. Bo had always been tightly wound, but this was just the straw that broke the camels back. "He's mine!"

“AUGH! You’re not allowed to use claws!” Gabrielle screamed angrily biting down hard on anything she could reach. She tugged her knees up beneath her body, shoving upward to knock Bo off of her. Growling, Gabby pushed herself up off the ground, having released Bo’s legs in the process. If Bo managed to remain on her as she started to slide up, she would then drop towards the ground, intent on smashing the cat. If not, well, she would just backflip back to her feet. It was then that she realized that she had hit a nerve,

“Bet he never took YOU to an amusement park! How does it feel?!”

Bo rolled off to the side, quickly landing on all fours with claws clinging to the ground. One of her eyes looked to be twitching as she gave a quick short step forward and snapped out a claw for Gabby's ankle, trying to dig in around the Achilles tendon and sharply jerk back towards her own body. Tears were starting to sting her eyes, and not just from the physical pain.

"I don't know!" she blurted back, "How did it feel when you were abandoned?"

Dropping her hands behind her, her back arching, Gabrielle flipped back onto her feet, snarling over at Bo. Her body hurt from where Bo managed to claw it and well, her face hurt a whole lot worse, but she wasn’t about to give up. Jumping backwards away from the claws, she dove towards Bo’s body again, her eyes narrowing at the assassin’s words,

“I still have my sister, who cares tons for me and does stuff with me, so I am not abandoned! If you keep using your claws, I am going to carve you up!”

Bo honestly wasn't feeling up to tackling Gabby again, retreating from the dive and causing her back to arch. She was fast running out of energy and she needed to tie things off. That would have been easier if she was in more of an okay mind, but she really just wasn't focused. "You don't know!" she spat, tears starting to soak the fur of her cheeks, as she rocked onto her back paws again, "How shit it feels to have the one person who cares about you!" With a powerful kick she sprung up, launching her entire body into the air for Gabby's face. She was trying to get her body as high as possible and just wrap around the girls head and shoulders.

"Care about someone else more!"

Snapping her gaze up when Bo suddenly launched herself in the air towards Gabby’s currently location, the lithe female dropped onto her back, rolling into a backwards tumble before flipping right back up to her feet. Clearly this wasn’t working for either one of them. She was hoping that by getting Bo really upset, she would make some mistakes, giving her an advantage, but that wasn’t happening. Scowling, she circled Bo carefully, trying to figure out a way to actually do some damage. In all honesty, she was doing pretty well at not getting seriously injured.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a damn psycho, he’d care about you!”

Bo rose up on her hind legs, puffing herself up (or her fur at least) as large as she could, claws out, fangs constantly bared with her jaw hanging open. "You're the psycho!" she growled, voice growing hoarse from screaming. God she hadn't talked this much to pretty much anyone in too long. "You're a needy bitch who can't control herself! I'm the normal one, and I'm a transgender housecat that kills for a living!" she spat, slapping at her chest indicatively.

“NORMAL?! NORMAL?! HAH! You’re about as normal as an elephant in a tutu! I’m not needy at all! He had FUN with me at the amusement park! Hell, HE came and picked ME up. I didn’t go find him! I can control myself a HELL of a lot more than you, PSYCHO!” Gabrielle snarled, spitting to the ground.

“Obviously you’re not THAT good of a killer if you can’t even beat a sixteen-year-old mutant with no fighting training!” Smirking, she stopped circling Bo and rolled her eyes a little.

"You're so stupid," Bo winced, a hand wiping at her face, "I'm an assassin. I don't fight, I kill people." Her voice was faltering now as she placed one paw on her face, trying to play it off as cringing from stupidity, but she slowly bent over, then the other paw slowly rose. A pained groan slowly escaped her chest as she sat on the floor, and tears dribbled down her cheeks. "Fuck you." Tears were starting to soak her cheek fur as her chest rose and fell with sobs, curling into a small ball to cry. "Fuck you for being his favourite."

“Oh damn it…” Gabrielle swore under her breath and despite her instincts telling her not to, she made her way over to Bo as soon as the assassin slumped down to the ground. Kneeling down beside her, she refrained from touching her and released a deep sigh at her words. She hadn’t meant to hurt her, but it was obvious she had done just that.

“I’m not his favorite. I’m his job…. Bo, he gets paid a bunch to protect me. I’m sure he just did that to make sure I didn’t kill myself or something since it happened right after my mom was killed. You’re his kid… he cares for you whether he shows it or not. Hell, he wanted us to meet… and yeah, we did, but… …he talks about you.”

"Bullshit," Bo blubbered, "He probably just mentions about how much I fail and disappoint him. That's all he ever tells me. He never took me to a theme park." She was in a pit of self pity right now, sniffing and wiping at her eyes. "Ever since momma Hope left he's been an ass. He doesn't love me." The sobbing started to slow as she cringed, like some deep seated realization had been achieved, and now she was hit by a dull sting. Her mouth had just tugged down into a frown with her jaw quivering until she slowly fell silent.

“Did you ever tell him you wanted to go to an amusement park? He never mentions that you fail or disappoint him, not that I can remember. He is an ass though… I will agree with that, but I don’t agree that he doesn’t love you, because I am sure he does.” Frowning, she reached out and gently patted Bo on the back. She had no idea how they went from blows to this, but she was probably to blame for what she said.

“Look… I never meant to hurt you. I was just trying to piss you off so you made a mistake so I could kick your ass… I’m sorry.” She continued to pat Bo on the back, rubbing her hand up and down in a comforting manner.

Bo gave a slow shake of her head. "Don't make excuses for him..." she said, "He doesn't deserve it. He chased away Hope- my um, step mom- and he's always trying to make me a better assassin instead of being my dad. I don't want to go to an amusement park... I just want him to take me because he thinks I want to... or something." The tears had stopped flowing, though her eyes looked a bit rough.

She pouted, which was awkward with a cats mouth and left her tongue poking slightly out of her mouth. "I'm sorry for... Being mean about your dad. I was jealous." It sat uncomfortably in her stomach for a moment before she tried to change the subject. "And um, we can fight, just... Next time with boxing gloves, okay?" Now the adrenaline had worn off she was dealing with the pain of multiple bruises all over her body.

“Ehrm… why don’t you tell him how you really feel? I mean, I don’t know the Norrington you know, but surely he’s not that big of an ass?” Gabrielle sighed, glad that Bo had finally stopped crying. She hoped that Norrington really did love Bo, but she couldn’t say for sure. At the mention of her own father, she only shrugged with a slight snort.

“Eh, he’s never around anyways… but he really wasn’t when we were kids either. I kind of just got used to it being my sis and I. That’s probably why Renée convinced me to pursue modeling instead of staying here and being a fighter like her. But, I’m back now… and I need some training or I’m going to end up being seriously hurt. I mean, I’ve got a button that goes to Norrington and one that goes to Jegun’s beeper, but… that won’t do me any good if I’m in the thick of something. I’ve got to be able to protect myself.” Gabrielle leaned back, desperately trying to ignore the pain shooting through her body.

It was about that time that she realized or rather, remembered her nose was broken. Glancing down to her ankle once the adrenaline left her body, she realized that the one time that Bo had grabbed for it with her claws, actually succeeded and she was amazed she had been able to move on it as shredded as the flesh and muscle looked. Grimacing, she dropped onto her back and groaned softly.

“Sure, boxing gloves would be great. Not today though… maybe later?” She started to squeeze the bridge of her nose, but managed to stop just before going through the motion.

Bo nodded. "Not today," she agreed, glancing over at Gabby with a small apologetic wince. "Sorry... I um, lost my cool. If you want I've got a safe house nearby with a first aid kit... I mean, if you wanted some antiseptic or anything..." She looked away awkwardly. How was she going to deal with Norrington? A sigh escaped her lips, trying not to dwell on it. He was pretty much impenetrable. He didn't listen and when he did he never took anything she said seriously. Or he took everything seriously and pretended not to, which wasn't much better.

“Err… naw, I deserved it. I came at you wanting a fight. I was just so mad because I tried to fight in the bar and it went south and then I tried to go to this gym and he said no because of who my dad was… so I was just pissed.”

Gabrielle just sighed, struggling to sit back up. Did her ribs get nailed at some point in time, because they hurt like hell. The more she thought about it, the more Gabby realized she couldn’t remember half of the fight that just happened. Hopefully that was due to adrenaline and nothing else. Shaking her head at the offer of a safe house, she just ended up wincing in pain.

“Did you nail my ribs or something? They hurt, a lot. Maybe it was when you fell on top of me. No thanks on the safe house. I’m going to sit him for a few more minutes and then head back to the bar. I just need to sleep in my bed and I’ll be fine.”

Bo shrugged. "Um, I think? I know you punched me in the gut. Probably. Yeah, good idea, I'm probably going to sleep this off too." She wasn't sure the last time she had been pushed to this level of tiredness. Not quite exhaustion, just... Physically and emotionally tired. "So uh, I guess see you later. Or something."

“Yeah, later, Bo.” Gabrielle waved, remaining exactly where she was, staring up at the sky. She was in an immense amount of pain, more than she would ever admit, and if she was going to curl up and cry, she wanted the assassin to be gone. Instead, she just smiled and gave a thumbs up. Of course, the brunette had no idea how to get home, but that problem could be addressed later. Right now, she just wanted to sit and stew over things.

Kallikrates Verse enters

Taking another long drink, Tiff groaned crushing the can of Hellhound between her fingers before flinging it to the four winds. God, she was so thirsty, it always happened after drinking Hellhound's, damn good for picking her energy up, and boy was it addictive if she had a vice it was drinking this. Then again, she was active and always intent on learning. That being said, she was out of money, so would have to drink a tap in a restroom. Unhygienic, maybe? But who cared. Not like she was bothered, it was late and it was really time to get back to her homestead. Being she was skint, she quickly hopped the barrier, stopping only as she heard what sounded like a loud boom. Pausing halfway over, she noted it appeared to come from the east. Staying still, she listened to check if there was anything, before shrugging and figuring not her problem.

Once over the barrier, she half ran quickly to the sink, turning the faucet and staring at the grubby reflection. Urgh, the beds under her eyes showed what she already knew. Had not slept for a few days, too focused on training and trying to practice her gift. It was frustrating as she knew she could do this. Her matted blonde hair showing signs of dirt and clearly having been unwashed. Stringy, fuck she needed a shower or something. Well this would need to do, gripping the faucet with her gangly arms she collected a portion of water in her hand and splashed it over her face a few times. It was the closest thing she would get to a bath that was for sure.

Groaning, she repeated this and this time took of the water from her hands, about four times before she stumbled out of the toilet and once more bypassed the barrier. Although, this time someone saw, quickly she started to run before she felt it. Something was wrong.

SOMETHING WAS VERY WRONG!

At once, she felt the ground shaking around her and could feel her hands radiating the power. How was this possible? Nonetheless, she felt it and kept growing, soon the small tremor had grown to a massive quake. Groaning, her arms grew veiny while she whimpered, the power in her body. Just growing at a never-ending. Just constant influx. It was like the Earth was her bitch, she could feel the massive powerful energy flowing from her body in the never-ending cycle, she tried to speak loud enough over the growing quake, which had now reached a level people were screaming and running about. Her body was practically magnetised to this spot, she could barely even move her body. It just felt like a lightning rod, all this surging Geomancery flowing out. Yet, though it was flowing out, she could feel the power pumping through her.

It hurt...

It utterly hurt...

"Help me..." she squeaked, unable to speak, her heart pounding at such a fast rate it threatened to explode. Nothing could stop her, she tried suppressing it, but in horror, her legs and arms expanded the muscles bulging.

The pain...

The pure anguish...

Meanwhile, around her, people were yelling and running around, most were heading for the main gate, but she could feel the thing cracking, the stone weakening, and ready to crash down.

She tried again to warn, to no avail, she could barely breathe, yet her body kept pumping the massive amounts of geomancer energy from her... Escaping and plunging deep into the tectonics plates. Her mind could picture the plates beginning to vibrate and shift.

In fact, she could see everything. The arch was ready to collapse...

With a loud crash and crack the tension that had built up on the gate finally succumbed. Great chunks careened down crushing hundreds the great arch of Wing City fell down in a pile of rubble... Many bodies under while people stared in horror before starting to run once more, those who stared in shock were flattened as the rest of the stone gave way.

Jinhai were taxed by the Umbralkind dragon but escaped its wrath for the time being. Myrkul was not prepared yet to combat such a threat they must remain in the background for now. The battle yet raged in the plaza but already there were other threats to Mankind in this city. A pack of Wen followed an epicenter of shaking as energy pouring out from a single arcane core. Each plated paw of the Wen nearly tore divots in the road as heavily armored foreheads rammed through obstacles legs and bodies laden heavy with hiding Jinhai. Yet more tainted mankind raced through the streets slaughtering other Mankind and it would not be permitted. The first matter was silencing the screaming node disturbing the natural ley.

Wen would take up positions alongside any other city guards heading their way that they encountered. The Jinhai already worked with the imperial guard and were slowly set to tasks by police as well. Their silent consideration was frequently well received. While their resources were strained by this strange city of mankind they would not break. Now that the cognizance injector was attached to the Way Myrkul's Vein could pour its effort into maintaining concordance of its Jinhai.

"Damnation! There is more going on in this forsaken city!" A Guardsman shouted as he drove a chimera troop transport in the direction of the Wing City Gate. "Commissar come in! Our psyker has detectected a vast amount of energy in an area! I repeat buildings are going down! And a witch may be responsible! Your orders!" The guardsman spoke as he did his best to avoid the panicking people.

"Just one thing after another! Guardsman you have my permission to terminate the witch before more damage is caused. Lethal force is authorised! Now get to---What!? Chaos forces in the city! I want units on the move now!" Their commanding officer responded before the channel was terminated.

"You hear the Commisar! We get there and put a las-round in the witch! I want no screw ups! We use all we got to protect this damned city!"