A bright dense space

[compos_mentis]

Who: compos_mentis, slaying? (hippocraticly)
What: Nina's warm welcome to Luceti.
When: Midday of the 14th
Where: House 7
Summary: Nina shows up in Luceti in a bad spot. Potential violence ensues.
Rating: ...idk?

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[slaying]

[The kitchen that Nina apparates into is rather empty, except for the goings-on of some culinary disaster on the counter top. The emptiness can be chalked up to the fact that the owner of the culinary disaster is actually away changing her top. This is because Buffy beautifully managed to get the first glob of strawberry jam no where near the bread and instead all over her comfy-times tshirt.

But newly re-clothed, the Slayer returns to the kitchen and looks to re-acquire the nasty, toothy, sharp looking knife she had been (oh so stupidly) using to try and spread things on the bread with. Such a bad habit is probably why her sandwiches always look so torn and crumpled.

But now the knife is missing -- and she swears she left it right there. So Buffy begins a concerted search effort. She needs that knife because she needs to make sandwiches for Bones. And she needs to make sandwiches for Bones because she needs to feel even slightly useful amidst all the tragedy. Even being dead asleep half the time and incomprehensible the rest

[slaying]

[Oh, she is definitely taking advantage of any time handed over to her -- but not until after a brief moment of being nutted on the head by someone else's head. It stings, but she herself is quite fond of delivering a similar move. Fighting is always like this for Buffy Summers. In the thick of it, never minding getting a few cuts and bruises and broken things. There is a primal element to her body language and her behaviour when she fights. Instinctive and animalistic. She shows very little of the grace and refinement that great masters have. But she gets the job done.

After pulling back from the head shot, Buffy steps in to an elbow blow aimed (again) for Nina's stomach. She throws her hips and shoulders into it, twisting into the maneuver to drive more of that Slayer strength behind it.]

[compos_mentis]

[That hits. Mostly because at this point, Nina's hesitation and anger got the better of her. She coughs, because that almost winded her and takes this moment to try to squirm out of the woman's grasp. She should go in for another strike but- she can't deny the possibility that the information these other woman has might be something necessary]

What did you mean? [That's all but spat out. It's in a clearly hateful tone, even if it's misdirected]

[slaying]

I mean--[reaching to grab Nina once again. Buffy wants to keep a grip and hold her against the counter. Suppression.] You were here, and then you weren't. And I guess you're back again. Sucks to be you.

[compos_mentis]

Can't say I remember anything like that. [Oh... that's not smart Buffy, because now, ripping one arm free, she decides to make an experiment- going to tug on one of Buffy's wings from within the hold]

[slaying]

They never d--[her words choke out for bit of a gurgled sound of pain.

Up comes her knee, rather sharply. She is keen on targeting Nina's gut today.]

[compos_mentis]

[She takes it, now all the more certain that the wings are a weak point here for some reason. Condense nerve endings? Maybe, Either way, gritting her teeth, she tries to concentrate to see if she can't get her T5 abilities to light them up but-

...Not working? Or at least, it's harder than it should be...

No time, she just tightens her grip on the wing]

Explain.

[slaying]

[...God, that hurts. But Buffy is stubborn and will not give in to crude torture technique. She can already feel the cuts on her stomach beginning to heal and that heartens her fighting resolve.]

That's no way to talk to a new friend, is it? [Gritting her teeth, Buffy shoves hard in order to try and extract herself from the monster's grip. If only she could remember her name...]

[compos_mentis]

[See, that is either a mistake or a good thing depending on how you look at it. See, because while Buffy gets free, Nina got a consolation prize: a small fistful of feathers. At least two or three. Feeling a little sick, Buffy? You might. She drops them on the ground and in the same movement grabs hold of the plate the half-made sammich was on to toss that at the blonde's head.

Again, she doesn't expect it to connect, but if she keeps laying on the offensive, she might make some progress.]

I dunno, I handle a lot of friends like this.

[slaying]

[Oh, yeah. Not feeling well at all. She can feel herself become sluggish and she fights against that feeling as best as she can. She blocks the plate with her make-shift pan weapon and briefly notices the ridiculous level of domesticity involved in this fight. Ugh, her non-existent kingdom for one of the weapons back in her chest. But it's not like she can put the whole thing on pause just to go to her room.

Nose to the grindstone to overcome how far losing the feathers has knocked her back, Buffy launches into a vicious roundhouse kick, aiming as high on the woman as she can.]

Must be a small social circle. Tell me, how many have you even got left?

[compos_mentis]

[Kicks are risky, which is why Nina doesn't like to use them that much. Mostly because you can do things like wrap an arm around the leg to try to hold it in place. Which is exactly what she does. She gets a solid impact and strain on her arms because of it, but now she's ideally got Buffy trapped.

...And she could try to break her leg, but now it's starting to dawn on her that this might not be needed. ...Well, possibly. Depends on her temper. And if Buffy's strength can worm or force the leg out of her hold. She did, after all, take a blow from the kick and it shows in her gritting her teeth]

Enough, I'd say. You already said we're pushing that boundary, right?

[slaying]

[...Buffy partially predicted that her kick would be caught. It is, as Nina surmised on her own, a common risk in roundhouse kicks. So she hopes to use the grip to her advantage and bends her knee. She is put slightly off balance but can possibly haul Nina closer to her.]

I'm already BFFs with one redhead. Don't you think two would be going a little too far?

[compos_mentis]

I'm not a natural; that help?

[Oh, hauling? That is a daring strategy that the alien here actually respects. She's pulled, but by now she's just smirking. Yeah, she's pissed and she'll probably take it out on someone, but at least this is getting to be fun again]

[slaying]

Barely.

[Abandoning the frying pan in favour of, well, her fists. Hauling still and hoping to drag the intruder into her range so she can land a few punches.]

[compos_mentis]

[...And. then she lets go of the leg. This will (she hopes) cause Buffy to over-balance so she can slam into the woman once she's fallen, but that seems too obvious. There's no way the blonde will fall for that, right? Either way, she's going to take that instant of delay to arm herself.

...In the form of morphing one of her hands into something which probably looks like nothing so much as a werewolf's paw-claw-hand thing. It's actually a rhall's hand, but they look like werewolves aside from having three fingers and one thumb]

[slaying]

You realize that I am totally not the reason you're here, right?

[It looks as though--for a good few seconds--she might be toppled out of balance. There is a brief amount of arm flailing and then a small and and bam back to stable.

...But now she's eying that arm and oh, crap. Great. Another one of those you have to reach for your weapon and i don't kind of situations. Though...she did feel something strange about the elbow before--but had no way to really notice what was going on. Not as distinctly as she does now.]