Let our mercy as deep as the Feitas and our glory as powerful as the sun...

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Who: Lyon and Miakis
What: CHICK FIGHT Miakis wants her biffle back, and this obvious fake is the only thing left standing in the way
Where: The front lawn of 747 Partridge Drive
When: December 24th
Warnings: Fighting, blood, potential killing. Horrendously slow tagging. Potential collapse into action tags.

Comments

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Kill the fake before midnight strikes on Christmas Eve.

Normally, Miakis huffs and puffs whenever something like this comes up - we shouldn't fall for Mayfield's treachery like this, she'll say, because they'll just screw us in the end. This is something she can't ignore, however; it's just too personal. However much Lymsleia and Lyon might try to convince her otherwise, they're not real. And if getting rid of the impostors will bring them back...

She can't just let these creepy drone-type people stick around forever.

She pulls on her armor, makes sure that her runes are reliably in place and her daggers are sharp, and heads for the front door.

It won't be easy, attacking someone who looks identical to one of her closest friends, but she has to try.

"Fakey faker," she calls out, her voice as serious as anyone's ever heard it. "I see you're not trying to run!"

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Lyon turns to face the front door as she hears it opening, holding her blade to the side. Her face is just as serious as Miakis' tone of voice - she's tired of being treated this way, and she's willing to fight to correct the insult. Calling her a fake was one thing, but forgetting she ever existed and then claiming her position as the Prince's bodyguard was something that Lyon just couldn't forgive. And after that snowball fight turned ugly before, she somehow knew it would get worse today.

"No, Miakis," she responds, shaking her head. "I'm not going to run from you. If fighting me is what it's going to take to satisfy you, then I will fight." Lifting her blade, she shifts into a combat stance. "I'm not going to hold back!"

/casually gives up on the prose, whatever whatever i do what i want

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Oh, good! [She smiles brightly and giggles - which is probably a little unsettling, given how she's pointing a knife at Lyon at the same time. But that's how Miakis rolls.] It'll be more fun this way! I would've been so disappointed if you didn't put up a fight, faker~

[Not one to waste time when there's fightin' to be done, Miakis charges. Just a few quick swipes to the ribs; if this faker is any good, she'll be able to block easily. She's just testing you, Lyon~]

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[Lyon came to this fight prepared and willing to give it her all, so she's able to deflect Miakis' knives almost effortlessly. She's been in so many fights that this sort of thing has become mostly muscle memory.]

Fight me seriously, Miakis!

[Apparently, even in a situation like this, Lyon is capable of this level of indignant bossiness.]