The Park, Sunday Night

[blondecanary]

"My laugh is an evil laugh... Ha ha ha ha DIE!"

Tamsin twirled, jumped up on a park bench, then jumped off. Yesss, she was drunk. Yes, she was in a good mood.

That meant she was looking for a fight. Just as soon as she was done singing about dinosaurs.

[Violent vivid Valkyrie looking for entertainment. Open to anyone up for thrown words or

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[glacial_witch]

Karla fell into the pond with a splash and then surfaced, pissed off and sputtering. Ooooh! Fuck that protection spell right in its bloody ear!

She let loose a string of Eyrien curses, trying to figure out who she was going to throttle first.

[blondecanary]

"How the hell did I end up back here?" Tamsin said aloud, sloshing to vertical, and then pointed at Karla. "You did this, didn't you. You coward."

[glacial_witch]

Question: answered.

"No, you stupid bitch," Karla snapped. "The wards at Caritas did it. I'm only too happy to kick your ass."

Besides, if Karla had made a grand getaway, she wouldn't have landed in the duck pond of all places.

Idiot.

Though the finer points of the argument would have to wait, because Karla was using Craft to try to yank Tamsin's feet out from under her.

[blondecanary]

Tamsin spluttered at feeling her legs jerk forward, dunking her underwater and narrowly missing a duck as she did so.

Who came up with stupid spells like that and put them on bars? They were next on her list.

First, though, was teeny blond. Tamsin held her breath and wriggled around, then arrowed straight toward Karla's feet, grabbing her ankle in a grip far tighter than Dinah would have used. And pull!

[glacial_witch]

Karla fell back into the water with a magnificent splash, using her other foot to kick out at Tamsin's stupid face (sorry Dinah) or any other part of her.

The flamingos looked at one another as if to say, 'This again? Really?'

[blondecanary]

Tamsin took the blow, surfacing with blood leaking from a split lip. And laughing, as she dove back in again, teeth bared and reaching for something to twist or yank or punch.

[glacial_witch]

And that would be Karla's arm, conveniently reaching out to try and smack Tamsin with power, the same move that had gotten them kicked out of Caritas in the first place. She yelp, then fought for the surface as her air escaped into the water.

Rising up, she screeched again at the nasty grip Tamsin had on her arm, and reached out for the blond hair waving like seaweed just under the surface of the water.

[blondecanary]

As soon as she felt Karla yank on her hair, Tamsin went, well. Berserk.

"YOU DO NOT TOUCH THE HAIR! NOT THE HAIR! YOU ARE NOT--" What Warren had done in play, was very different from having someone attempt in battle. Way, way unacceptable. "LEGGO!"

And she sunk her nails into Karla's skin, clawing for her hair too.

[glacial_witch]

That felt oddly familiar. Huh.

"Ow, you crazy bitch! Get your fingers out of my skin!" It felt like Karla was getting climbed by a cat, assuming the cat was Arcerian and rabid to boot. She slammed her elbow backwards, hoping to hit something.

...And letting go of her hair, because ow.

[blondecanary]

Tamsin let go when Karla did, the elbow narrowly missing her temple, and backed a few steps away, spitting water and breathing hard. She really needed to have geared up for this, tied her hair back in its braid, worn clothes that were easy to fight in-- but this is what she got for looking for a barfight on this island.

"I'm not crazy. I'm Fae." She waded into shallower water, then smiled meanly. "You're the one who went nuts when you asked the wrong question." She splashed water toward Karla, circling like a shark. "Jealous much?"

[glacial_witch]

"You wish, Tinkerbell," Karla sneered. Ignoring the fact that Tamsin had been exactly right.

Look, he wasn't her Warren, but that didn't mean that she was okay with just anybody sleeping with him. Or, well, anybody at all.

But since she didn't have an actual answer, she was going to crack Tamsin across her pretty face with a tendril of Sapphire power.

[blondecanary]

"Aooow!" Tamsin nearly fell into the water again, her eyes widening. "I felt that." She took a step closer, eyes lighting up. "Baby Barbie's got bite!"

And dove at Karla with a high-pitched scream of defiance.

[glacial_witch]

Karla was wincing even before Tamsin slammed into her. It wasn't Dinah's Canary Cry, but Tamsin's lungs weren't slouching in the shrill and loud department, either.

She took the hit and fell backwards, but used a move drilled into her by Lucivar, balling her hands and aiming them for Tamsin's solar plexus. Hopefully, momentum would do the rest.

[blondecanary]

It did work; Tamsin gasped, laughing but still in pain, and had to back off to get her breath back. She had to tread water for a moment, eyes shut hard, before whispering, "I can do this allll night." More teeth to the grin, and then she aimed a punch toward Karla's jaw.

She wasn't going to be the one to give in on this. Or lose. But she had to admit, this Karla might be able to put her down. If she didn't lose her temper again. Maybe.

But maybe not, if this punch connected.

[glacial_witch]

"That's what she said?"

Because look, when there was an opening, you took it. Much like Warren had last night! Augh! She did not need a Tamsin in her head, providing color commentary!

Karla tried to dodge; the punch missed her face, but got her shoulder. She hissed between her teeth but tried not to let her face show how badly that had hurt.

"So can I," she taunted. Which was true only if one took things like shields and whatnot into account. Shields she wasn't using because they didn't seem fair for a fist fight. "Won't need to take all night, especially if I stop feeling like fighting nice and fair for you."

More Craft sent a wave crashing towards Tamsin. Karla hoped to take a moment to quickly Heal up her shoulder. Felt dislocated.

[blondecanary]

"That's what he said," Tamsin chortled. "Ohhhh. But I guess he never said that to you, hunh?"

That would be when she got a mouthful of water, and ended up spluttering again. Gagging and almost going under. Gah!

"I'm playing nice, little girl. Not pulling out the big guns. Don't need to leave your corpse floating in this pond," she informed the girl, gasping for breath. "Or this fight would already be over."

She smirked again, and added, "But I want to save something for Warren, for a re-match."

And then she dived, aiming for Karla's mid-section, thinking that bruised ribs would be a good pay-back for that choking and near-drowning.