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[slayer_fray]

It's not often one gets to see Mel outside near the training grounds these days: why train in bar when you can go out into your city and steal stuff and beat up lurks without them claiming toy about rules?

But here's the thing: Mel has a lot of pent up anger to exorcise right now, and in ways that just plain old vampire ridden Versi isn't cutting it

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[stilljustandrew]

... That is pretty definitely Slayer style all right.

Andrew's staring.

Of course he sees Slayer-style fighting all the time, so quite possibly it's the tree he's staring at.

[slayer_fray]

Mel doesn't fight like any other Slayer. Not any Slayer that has any formal training they supplemented with subconsious memories from previous Slayers. She's a street fighter.

In a tree.

She stops after a minute and drops to the ground.

"Hey, Andy."

He looks younger. Or has he got old? It's weird.

[stilljustandrew]

"Sweet mother of Dumbledore, is that the Whomping Willow?" he asks, in awe and delight.

[slayer_fray]

"...yes," says Mel, who has seen the Whomping Willow nearly everyday for the last six years.

"...you spled?"

[ostro_goth]

Teja comes by, with his axe, wondering whether he should have a try, also.

That tree is fighting back.

"Greetings, Melaka Fray," he first says, calmly.

[slayer_fray]

"Hey Tej!"

Mel was up in the branches, delegating defence to her feet so her hands can get on with the attack. At the sound of her name, she backflips out, in order to land and have a decent conversation.

"How goes?"

[ostro_goth]

"Things go well," Teja says.

Pause.

"I would have a try at that, also. Which parts need pruning?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs, and makes a noise that has no words, but the exact intonation of the sound 'iunno'.

"The violent bits."

[fanofthegenre]

Beckett's running by the lake.

Because even with all the chaos of the current case going on right now, sometimes she still needs to clear her head - maybe moreso now than ever.

She stops for a breather and a few swigs from her water bottle when she overhears the sound of punches being thrown and goes to investigate.

"... whoa."

[slayer_fray]

Mel doesn't stop for a second - it'd be a bad idea to do so, given the size of the battel she's fighting. Without stopping though she turns her head and nods in greeting.

"Yeah, that's what I said. Hang on..."

She'll come down for a conversation when she finds a break.

[fanofthegenre]

She's in no hurry to go anywhere, and may still be in the middle of a cooldown stretch when the other woman finally joins her on the ground.

"What kind of tree is that?"

[slayer_fray]

The joining takes place through a double backflip off and particularly strong branch when it moves close enough to Mel. She lands, grins, and tucks her scythe back in its sheath on her back.

"I dunno my trees. A willow? I just call it 'that bastard thing outside'."