...she realized she'd have no time to pull out her bow, and would have to focus entirely on crushing their faces the old fashioned way.
"Oi! You f**ks fond of eating shingles?" she cackled. She ducked in low as her first attacker neared, knocking him back with an intense flaming uppercut...
Max was used to bleak, desolate, environments. But what made this patch of uninteresting land stand out, was that it was a dead space in a whole section of life. It was strange to her, it was like someone having a patch of dead skin on their arm, while the skin around it was perfectly healthy...
Max listened half-heartedly to Faust's origins, curling a long strand of red-hair around an armored finger as she floated along beside the duo. What she did hear, she was interested by, but appearing disinterested would keep the balance in her favor and discourage the 'growing attached'...
The fear Madison felt while approaching the group of delinquents pulsed through her body like ice water, but she couldn't afford to be scared right now, if she wanted the world for herself, she was going to need all the courage she could muster.
Mad Mads didn't put up with any varmints, and if...
Madison's pace increased as all the possibilities of what was to come filled her mind, her friend... most of them, had finally grouped together, and she knew that there was a good chance that she'd be able to accomplish her goal. Ed had the smarts, Nicole had the muscle, and she had the... the...
"It's not an art book...."
Madison slowly began to remove the satchel from her shoulder, shuffling through it as she watched Rol's footsteps take him farther away, "An art book is full of published works...you know, like a mini series... all a sketchbook is is a place for doodles..." she...
Madison's lips curved into a small smile as Rol's stomach announced it's discontent, and vibrant, graphic novel monster FMXs burst from his belly, through her mind's eye.
She flinched, shaking her head before she could laugh, turning to give Ed and Nicole small waves as she noticed them. She...
The combination of anxiousness and excitement had created a strange, heavy, feeling in Mads' stomach. She squirmed, attempting to quell the foreign feeling with movement, but it seemed that even subconsciously her body knew the outcome of this meeting could determine so much to come.
Sighing...
Max stared at Faust, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed in a deadly fashion, her ears were still ringing in disbelief at what was just suggested.
She.
Maxence Iblis.
Apart of a Shaman Cadet program? It was an insult, a complete and utter insult! This playing nice was taxing her...
Max struggled to maintain an outwardly calm appearance while she simultaneously struggled to breathe normally, she had so much energy sucked out of her that she couldn't even manage a vicious protest to Faust's man-handling of her. She damned this weak, soft, fleshy body, she longed for her true...