Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off
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This is not a good thing.
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"How's that for some figgy pudding?" she muttered as one by one auditors started to disintegrate. The disruption of her carefully organized Christmas schedule was just one of the issues Isabel was going to work through today.
If her position just happened to be where she could keep an eye on Wyatt? Well someone had to make sure he didn't do anything dumb.
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She had a bag slung across her shoulders with potions that she would throw at things. They were a mixture of banishing potions, freezing potions, things to blow up and perfume ...
... look, she just created what she created, all right?
When she ran out of potions, she was more than happy to hit, kick and stab with her knives.
Martial Arts training and all of the extra training she went through with Cole was being focused on these things.
And if every so often, she would scream at the things she was fighting with to give her back her family, well, that was to be expected.
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He was also scanning the fray for Anders, just in case. They'd left him sleeping off the boozing from last night, but hopefully he'd be safe at their cabin.
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No one had better get near her demon or she was going to get a lot more crankier -- and that was saying something.
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A step further to see how and if she could help, and it looked like she wasn't getting back to the dorms, either.
She held off a few auditors with balls of magical energy and telekinetic throws of everything she could get her brain around. But soon enough, one approached from her blind side and conked her over the head with a broken pool cue.
To quote a song that would someday be sung about some version of Elphaba: Ding, dong, the witch was .... gone.
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Every so often as she would hit things with her sword, she would bend to gather up what arrows she could. She might need them at some later point in the day.
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"Pippi hit harder than that."
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She'd be here by the gates of the school, firing at anything in grey that moved and didn't look familiar, until she ran out of ammo.
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"When did they get all solid?" she asked Bo. "And stop zapping things?"
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