Seeing the car coming toward her, she screamed out in anger again. Instead of doing the smart thing and jumping over the vehicle, she chose to face it head on. Thrusting her hands out in front of her, she ripped apart the street down to the sewers, making a trench of the car could not go any further. But her stupidity was not without a price. One of the larger chunks of tar came flying at her, hitting her in the stomach, knocking her back. She tried to catch herself, but failed and skid on the ground, the skid tearing at her dress and leaving gashes in her skin.
Snarling, she tried to get up and failed once, broken glass in her hands. Anger searing, she finally pulled herself to stand and tried to wipe the glass from her hands off on her leggings. Blood dripped from her palms, but her brain had disconnected from the pain. Due to all of her spinal surgeries, her nervous system was fickle, and because of the shock therapy, her mind could ignore it even if it was working.
It took a moment for her to get her breath back, and in that time Sebastian began to create his strange device. Cocking her head to the side, she simply observed him without making a move. He was... creative. Inventive. Actually, what he was trying to do was a bit on the edge of awesome. Yet all too suddenly, she began to realize that he was doing this against her. For a moment she forgot about that.
Taking this attack head on would have been stupid, even more so than taking that care head on. She was lucky to have that one bit of sanity left that kept her moving. With catlike speed and agility, she danced away from the attack. Back flips, cartwheels, round offs, trying to put distance between them. Yet although she blocked out the pain, her bloodied hands slipped on the rubble and she fell once more. Her head began to spin.
Standing up, feeling as if she were about to vomit, she screamed loudly. In a line, the ground broke through to the sewer, sending a large wave toward Sebastian and his tire perch. "I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!" she cried out. Her bloodied hands glowed almost as brightly as her eyes, her knees trembling inward. It was almost time for the final blow. She was getting worn simply from her own insanity, her anger, her fear. It was difficult to stay focused as her mind ran through the ones she loved. To protect Yuffie, Jushirou and Shunsui. Yuff, Papa and Shushu. That was why Sebastian had to die. And once he was gone, the next on her list to go was the entirety of the Monacello family. All to protect those three individuals.
It was disappointing to miss-- but nothing to dwell on. In fact, it seemed as if Jinx was doing more damage to herself than Sebastian himself was. Convenient, if she wasn't also ripping up everything up and down the street, including the area surrounding Sebastian. Not to mention, she was getting away from him again. What a nuisance.
Sewer water was rather irritating as well, especially when it was rushing up through the ground towards him. As if his usually flawless clothes weren't already ruined enough. He was not going to return to Master Gavin's home smelling like sewage. Crouching low, he abandoned his tire perch, rolling off to the side and back up into a sprint.
It was, Sebastian supposed, a bad sign that Jinx was beginning to more and more resemble a haywire light bulb. He had to get at her fast, close in before her power exploded. There was still the remains of the lamppost. He caught it as he ran towards her. One, two, three leaping steps before he snagged the post into the ground, pole vaulting the remaining distance between them.
He was barely on his feet before lunging forward, swinging the section of lamppost at her middle in an attempt off balance her.
This was surprising... how easily Sebastian used the objects around them to his advantage. While Jinx was just throwing things at him, tearing it to pieces, he was being wonderfully creative in attempting to slaughter her. And though many would like to think that a tactical mind was going to win against blunt force, that was probably not going to be true in this situation. He had not yet caused her much damage, for every part of her that was now bleeding was her own damn fault. But this last retaliation would hurt only him, kill him. And as he tried to close the distance between them, she knew it was time.
In hand-to-hand combat, Jinx usually came out victorious only for the reason that she would dodge her opponent enough to finally be able to stab them in the back. Intimidation was also a good tactic. But Sebastian was too fast and he did not fear her. If he got to close, she would surely fall. And she was not about to kill herself to take him out. That was being saved for a suicide bombing of the Monacello compound. But if her next move failed, then she was going to die anyway. Losing blood, her mind starting to let the pain through, weakening... Jinx needed to end this.
Suddenly he was close, too close, and she saw something swinging toward her. Before she could react, it hit and send her flying back. After a poor landing through acrobatics so messy that they almost hurt her more than saved her, she tried to get up. But as soon as she tried to move, her stomach went on its own agenda and lost its contents all over the broken street. Puking would have been completely okay if it was not for the shade of her vomit. It was tinted with blood, more blood than what should have been there. Jinx did not have a long shelf life, and this stunt probably cut her lifespan two years shorter. Fears of internal bleeding crossed her mind. She tried to move again, but she felt ill, her stomach was already turning black and blue, and he may have broken one of her ribs.
But she was now far enough away. Hopefully this would not hit her. She prayed it would not. Where Sebastian was now standing was the perfect position she had been needing. Squinting, her vision blurred, held out a shaking hand and began to blast. Slowly, she came to her feet, taking stumbling steps backward, all the while sending out the biggest waves of energy she could manage. Nearly all of them missed Sebastian, the tail end of a few coming at him. Finally, holding herself strong, she began to throw everything she had toward him. Although she could not see his face with all the dust she was stirring, she could imagine his smirk at how she was missing him nearly every time...
...but that was the point.
Sebastian was standing in perfect position in front of a three story brick building. And every time she missed him, she was sending as much power as she could into its foundation. She tore apart the bricks, smashed the concrete foundation, broke every last window she could and finally screamed as she sent a final, incredibly large, wave of telekinetic energy toward the building with Sebastian as the epicenter.
And after that... a grinning Jinx could barely back up as the building began to topple over. Blood ran down from her nose, out of the corner of her mouth, her hands were red, her dress was nothing more than a shred of fabric hanging off one shoulder and she was covered in gashes. But she stayed standing, she grinned widely, and she began to laugh as the building crumbled right on top of where the butler had conveniently placed himself. "Die..." she whispered, chuckling, the pain searing through her body. And then she began to cackle loudly, doubled over from the pain. "DIE!" she screamed through the psychotic laughter. "DIE! DIE! DIE!"
Snarling, she tried to get up and failed once, broken glass in her hands. Anger searing, she finally pulled herself to stand and tried to wipe the glass from her hands off on her leggings. Blood dripped from her palms, but her brain had disconnected from the pain. Due to all of her spinal surgeries, her nervous system was fickle, and because of the shock therapy, her mind could ignore it even if it was working.
It took a moment for her to get her breath back, and in that time Sebastian began to create his strange device. Cocking her head to the side, she simply observed him without making a move. He was... creative. Inventive. Actually, what he was trying to do was a bit on the edge of awesome. Yet all too suddenly, she began to realize that he was doing this against her. For a moment she forgot about that.
Taking this attack head on would have been stupid, even more so than taking that care head on. She was lucky to have that one bit of sanity left that kept her moving. With catlike speed and agility, she danced away from the attack. Back flips, cartwheels, round offs, trying to put distance between them. Yet although she blocked out the pain, her bloodied hands slipped on the rubble and she fell once more. Her head began to spin.
Standing up, feeling as if she were about to vomit, she screamed loudly. In a line, the ground broke through to the sewer, sending a large wave toward Sebastian and his tire perch. "I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!" she cried out. Her bloodied hands glowed almost as brightly as her eyes, her knees trembling inward. It was almost time for the final blow. She was getting worn simply from her own insanity, her anger, her fear. It was difficult to stay focused as her mind ran through the ones she loved. To protect Yuffie, Jushirou and Shunsui. Yuff, Papa and Shushu. That was why Sebastian had to die. And once he was gone, the next on her list to go was the entirety of the Monacello family. All to protect those three individuals.
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Sewer water was rather irritating as well, especially when it was rushing up through the ground towards him. As if his usually flawless clothes weren't already ruined enough. He was not going to return to Master Gavin's home smelling like sewage. Crouching low, he abandoned his tire perch, rolling off to the side and back up into a sprint.
It was, Sebastian supposed, a bad sign that Jinx was beginning to more and more resemble a haywire light bulb. He had to get at her fast, close in before her power exploded. There was still the remains of the lamppost. He caught it as he ran towards her. One, two, three leaping steps before he snagged the post into the ground, pole vaulting the remaining distance between them.
He was barely on his feet before lunging forward, swinging the section of lamppost at her middle in an attempt off balance her.
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In hand-to-hand combat, Jinx usually came out victorious only for the reason that she would dodge her opponent enough to finally be able to stab them in the back. Intimidation was also a good tactic. But Sebastian was too fast and he did not fear her. If he got to close, she would surely fall. And she was not about to kill herself to take him out. That was being saved for a suicide bombing of the Monacello compound. But if her next move failed, then she was going to die anyway. Losing blood, her mind starting to let the pain through, weakening... Jinx needed to end this.
Suddenly he was close, too close, and she saw something swinging toward her. Before she could react, it hit and send her flying back. After a poor landing through acrobatics so messy that they almost hurt her more than saved her, she tried to get up. But as soon as she tried to move, her stomach went on its own agenda and lost its contents all over the broken street. Puking would have been completely okay if it was not for the shade of her vomit. It was tinted with blood, more blood than what should have been there. Jinx did not have a long shelf life, and this stunt probably cut her lifespan two years shorter. Fears of internal bleeding crossed her mind. She tried to move again, but she felt ill, her stomach was already turning black and blue, and he may have broken one of her ribs.
But she was now far enough away. Hopefully this would not hit her. She prayed it would not. Where Sebastian was now standing was the perfect position she had been needing. Squinting, her vision blurred, held out a shaking hand and began to blast. Slowly, she came to her feet, taking stumbling steps backward, all the while sending out the biggest waves of energy she could manage. Nearly all of them missed Sebastian, the tail end of a few coming at him. Finally, holding herself strong, she began to throw everything she had toward him. Although she could not see his face with all the dust she was stirring, she could imagine his smirk at how she was missing him nearly every time...
...but that was the point.
Sebastian was standing in perfect position in front of a three story brick building. And every time she missed him, she was sending as much power as she could into its foundation. She tore apart the bricks, smashed the concrete foundation, broke every last window she could and finally screamed as she sent a final, incredibly large, wave of telekinetic energy toward the building with Sebastian as the epicenter.
And after that... a grinning Jinx could barely back up as the building began to topple over. Blood ran down from her nose, out of the corner of her mouth, her hands were red, her dress was nothing more than a shred of fabric hanging off one shoulder and she was covered in gashes. But she stayed standing, she grinned widely, and she began to laugh as the building crumbled right on top of where the butler had conveniently placed himself. "Die..." she whispered, chuckling, the pain searing through her body. And then she began to cackle loudly, doubled over from the pain. "DIE!" she screamed through the psychotic laughter. "DIE! DIE! DIE!"
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