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[desirenhate]

[There is a rumble throughout all the planets, and a series of strange flashes, green, white, and red, throughout the sky

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idk let's see how this goes

[diplomalice]

Don't be ridiculous, they said. 'Why in the world are you worried about quadrants at a time like this?' This incident, you decide, is going to be politely and articulately rubbed in everyone's faces for quite some time. Especially certain trolls who made it a point to disavow your... concerns.

Even if you were only looking for entertainment. Can you call them, or can you call them?

Still, you figure you should at least try and put a stop to this nonsense- if only for the exercise. After all, most of the imps aren't really a challenge anymore. While you doubt that she's coherent enough to understand you, you still feel as if you should give her a chance to stop herself before you do it for her.

...really nΦw...
...I think that's quite enΦugh Φf that...

She did indeed call it.

[desirenhate]

You are, as assumed, not nearly coherent enough to understand.

That's why you, as you have described in a thread above, shoot a fireball from a lighter at this other purple troll.

she's good at what she does man

[diplomalice]

...ah...

Well, you can't say you're really all that surprised by the reaction, and you only move far enough that the heat is a little more on the side of warming than burning. That sure is a neat trick-

You certainly hope she doesn't mind you retaliating by using it against her.

[desirenhate]

You most certainly do mind, rolling to the side and neatly avoiding the fireball.

Wait, why does it smell like something's burning?

Oh god damn it your hair is on fire.

It only takes you a moment to put the fire out with your powers, but that is also a moment where you are distracted from your opponent.

[diplomalice]

The sight somehow makes you glad you had to cut your hair before your fiasco of a session began. Still, that moment of distraction is all you need to draw your sword and dart forward- hilt in her gut first, then a stab at the nearest vital organ.

You know better than to mess around fighting another highblood- so unless you're given very good reason to do otherwise, you're not going easy on her.

[desirenhate]

Oh, shit no. The hilt knocks the wind out of you, but you can still see that sword coming, and you reach out and block that thrust... with your hand.

That fucking hurts. You scream with pain, rage, and defiance as loud as you can in this enemy's face, pull out your harpoon in your free hand, and make a stab that mirrors her own.

[diplomalice]

Not too bright like this, is she? Then again, you don't really consider her too bright normally, even if she is good at coding. Again, you don't bother dodging her attack entirely, and the harpoon rips through both the fabric and your side quite easily. That's alright though, because you just keep driving your sword forward- she can enjoy having her hand pinned to her torso for as long as she likes.

[desirenhate]

You really are kind of dumb like this.

As evidenced by the fact that you're trying to kick your enemy away now.

[diplomalice]

There's hardly enough space left between you now for her to give you a kick, that does anything more than annoy you- or open up the gash in your side a little more. This irritates you. It irritates you a lot. Enough that- in the style of the hardheaded, ram-horned idiot you spend a lot of your time with- you reach up, grab her collar, and rear your head back with every intent of heabutting her into next week.

[desirenhate]

The headbutt catches you by surprise, and knocks you away, pulling the sword out of your hand as well. (Very painfully. That hand isn't doing much for a long while.) You are temporarily stunned by this blow.

[diplomalice]

You use the moment to rip your shirt further and tie it as well and as tight as you can without having to remove the whole thing. Then? Then you're going in for the kill.

[desirenhate]

You do the only thing you can do, considering the circumstances.

You melt a hole in the ice below you and dive into the water. This isn't good for your wounds, but you are well aware she will be worse for them.

[diplomalice]

That was a mistake- as good as you are on land, you were made for the water. As such, you don't hesitate in diving right in after her. You aren't exactly fond of the cold, but you can deal with it.

After all, this fight is just getting interesting.

[desirenhate]

You are waiting for her below. It was not as much of a mistake as she thinks. With the water billowing your hair everywhere, scars on your neck where gills were, and were crushed, are now visible. You may not be able to breathe water, but you can certainly hold your breath for long enough to hunt the deep-dwelling fish of Alternia.

And more importantly, you are using a harpoon, and your enemy a sword. Swinging it around would cause drag, and slow it down, reducing her attack speed and power manyfold. A sword was never meant to be used underwater. But your own...

You demonstrate this principle by throwing your harpoon once more at the enemy, cord wrapped around your arm.

[diplomalice]

Other trolls do tend to assume that the sword in your umbrella is your only weapon. But you're not stupid- your strife specibus- currently, at least, is umbrellaKind for a reason, and you demonstrate this by shoving the sword back into place and knocking the harpoon aside with the closed umbrella. There's a very sharp tip atop most of your umbrellas, and as you dart forward, sharklike, it's obvious why- your weapon of choice is now functioning as a spear, and you intend to make very good use of it.

[desirenhate]

You dart out of the way, yanking the harpoon back to you. You had not considered this event, and frankly, you're not sure what to do now. You've preyed on sea trolls before, but never while heavily wounded, and it was usually a sneak attack.

You retrieve your harpoon and charge in, in a move not unlike her own.