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[Thing2]

"Because Silver was a coward." Mapleshade spat, eye glowering. She waited, silently, for River to stop talking. Wolfram was horrified to see how calm she looked, her arms crossed across her chest, leaning her weight on one leg as if she were listening to a casual conversation.
"You see," she growled when River had stopped talking. Wolfram slunk forward beside River, the knife clenched in his fist. "Whether or not it would have killed me, it wouldn't have mattered. I would have destroyed the Inhuman's once and for all. I would have won either way." She was pacing restlessly now, tail lashing. But Wolfram saw her hand was now on her hip where her gun was held.
"And another thing you are sadly wrong about, dear River, is that I still have won. How? My men out number you by hundreds. We are taking your group down one by one, and sooner or later you will all be dead." She lashed her hand toward the clearing, pausing to pin her stare on them both. "Inhuman's are pathetic—"
"But you're a Inhuman." Wolfram's voice was low; he was watching her through slitted pupils. "So was Michael. Neither of you are pathetic. What is your goal, exactly, Maple? Just to watch us burn?"
Mapleshade whipped her head around to look at him, her ears pinned to her skull. "Precisely."
Wolfram shook his head. "What I never understood," he muttered, shoving past River. "Is why. You're a Inhuman, and a lot of people you love, or shall I say loved, were Inhuman's. It makes no sense."
"Oh, I should have expected this. To much like your mother, not enough like your father. To smart and witty, brilliant instead of power-seeking."
"How dare you!" Wolfram's snarl seemed to scare Mapleshade enough for her to take a step back. "How dare you insult my mother like that! She was a genius, Mapleshade, she achieved so much more then you have, and ever will! I am proud to be like her. I would be disgusted even more with myself if I was like my father."
He glanced at River, and gave the ever so slightest tilt of his head toward Shadow. 'Go take him down,' he mouthed distinctly to her, before lunging at Mapleshade without a warning.

Taylor dashed to Brisa's side, pulling her hurriedly to the middle of a group of battling Inhuman's. "We have to get into that fire ring somehow. The group. Mapleshade and that dude will kill Wolf and River in a millisecond. Ideas?"

Bleddyn had stubbornly trotted alongside Wolfram, but came to a halt when he continued straight for the ring of fire. "Woah, dude, I wouldn't..." Her eyes widened when he hurtled through the bellicose flames and completely disappeared from view. Honestly, I think I expected that. "Oh, never mind, then."
She gave the ultimate shrug and briefly looked around for an available foe before unintentionally encountering Taylor and Brisa. "Well, we could just, ya know, walk right in there like Mr. Dauntless did."

Brisa winced as Taylor’s hand closed over the raw, burnt skin on her arm but did her best to ignore the pain as she came over to the group. Mikki hugged her fiercely, then let go and stepped back, and Brisa knew her mother wanted to take her home, fix her up, and protect her from the world. “Um, if we were to maybe surround the group with- no, that wouldn’t work.” She squinted at the ring of flame. “I could lift people over. We could try to attack from above, maybe?” She suggested.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Bleddyn had stubbornly trotted alongside Wolfram, but came to a halt when he continued straight for the ring of fire. "Woah, dude, I wouldn't..." Her eyes widened when he hurtled through the bellicose flames and completely disappeared from view. Honestly, I think I expected that. "Oh, never mind, then."
She gave the ultimate shrug and briefly looked around for an available foe before unintentionally encountering Taylor and Brisa. "Well, we could just, ya know, walk right in there like Mr. Dauntless did."

Brisa winced as Taylor’s hand closed over the raw, burnt skin on her arm but did her best to ignore the pain as she came over to the group. Mikki hugged her fiercely, then let go and stepped back, and Brisa knew her mother wanted to take her home, fix her up, and protect her from the world. “Um, if we were to maybe surround the group with- no, that wouldn’t work.” She squinted at the ring of flame. “I could lift people over. We could try to attack from above, maybe?” She suggested.

Taylor turned to Bleddyn as she approached, bemused, then realized she was talking about Wolfram. "Yeah, well, Wolfram is, well...Wolfram. Maybe he'll fling himself through a wall of fire just to get to his enemy, but I'm sure as heck not going to."
She glanced back at Brisa. "That might work...but do you have enough energy to do that for everyone?"

 

[Amer]

Toby turned to Indigo. "She killed my mom. She's going to pay for that," he said. He looked crazed, staring up at her with wide, bloodshot eyes. "And I'm going to kill her whether I'm alone or not."

"No. You don't look ok." Indigo said. Not that anyone else looks better. But she wasn't about to give Toby the satisfaction of her admitting that. "You're not going to. Unless I'm there with you." She flicked the dust off of her grimy face, like pulling the curtain off of a priceless sculpture. She saw Toby's eyes flicker towards hers and she looked onward. Her skin seemed to glow -a bit of dirt could never defile her beauty.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"No. You don't look ok." Indigo said. Not that anyone else looks better. But she wasn't about to give Toby the satisfaction of her admitting that. "You're not going to. Unless I'm there with you." She flicked the dust off of her grimy face, like pulling the curtain off of a priceless sculpture. She saw Toby's eyes flicker towards hers and she looked onward. Her skin seemed to glow -a bit of dirt could never defile her beauty.

"Well, I'm not okay." Toby said. He tilted his slightly to the side. "You do know that coming with me will get you killed, right? I refuse to be the reason someone else I care about dies. You aren't going, but I am."

 

[Thing2]

Taylor turned to Bleddyn as she approached, bemused, then realized she was talking about Wolfram. "Yeah, well, Wolfram is, well...Wolfram. Maybe he'll fling himself through a wall of fire just to get to his enemy, but I'm sure as heck not going to."
She glanced back at Brisa. "That might work...but do you have enough energy to do that for everyone?"

“Not everyone. I might be able to get two over. My mom’s more powerful though.” Brisa replied, gesturing to her mother. “Also, um,” She glanced down at her shoulder, then away again. “What should I do about this?” She asked, pointing at the knife still embedded in her shoulder. “It hurts a lot but I know I shouldn’t remove it ‘cause I’ll bleed out.” Mikki, who had been trying to figure out how high the flames went, paled at the sight of a knife sticking out of her daughter. “Brisa! How did I not notice that? How are you still standing up?”
“Adrenaline, I think.” Brisa replied, gingerly examining the point of entry. “I feel kinda numb.”

 

[HeavensHens88]

“Not everyone. I might be able to get two over. My mom’s more powerful though.” Brisa replied, gesturing to her mother. “Also, um,” She glanced down at her shoulder, then away again. “What should I do about this?” She asked, pointing at the knife still embedded in her shoulder. “It hurts a lot but I know I shouldn’t remove it ‘cause I’ll bleed out.” Mikki, who had been trying to figure out how high the flames went, paled at the sight of a knife sticking out of her daughter. “Brisa! How did I not notice that? How are you still standing up?”
“Adrenaline, I think.” Brisa replied, gingerly examining the point of entry. “I feel kinda numb.”

Bleddyn peered at Brisa's shoulder like she was inspecting nothing more than a paper cut. "Yeah, you probably don't want to take that out," she agreed helpfully. "I think Toby's been pretty useful with that kind of stuff, though..."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

“Not everyone. I might be able to get two over. My mom’s more powerful though.” Brisa replied, gesturing to her mother. “Also, um,” She glanced down at her shoulder, then away again. “What should I do about this?” She asked, pointing at the knife still embedded in her shoulder. “It hurts a lot but I know I shouldn’t remove it ‘cause I’ll bleed out.” Mikki, who had been trying to figure out how high the flames went, paled at the sight of a knife sticking out of her daughter. “Brisa! How did I not notice that? How are you still standing up?”
“Adrenaline, I think.” Brisa replied, gingerly examining the point of entry. “I feel kinda numb.”

Bleddyn peered at Brisa's shoulder like she was inspecting nothing more than a paper cut. "Yeah, you probably don't want to take that out," she agreed helpfully. "I think Toby's been pretty useful with that kind of stuff, though..."

Taylor watched as the last ray of sunlight vanished through the trees, consuming them in almost complete darkness. "I agree with Bleddyn," she murmured, edging closer to the wall of fire which lit the clearing, the light eldritch and preturnatural.
Looking through the flames she could see Wolfram, Mapleshade, River, and Shadow, their bodies casting long shadows from the eerie lighting. "I don't think it's a good idea for Brisa to waste her energy," she concluded, striding back to the group. "Maybe we should pull a Wolfram. He's not dead, so...maybe we'll make it to?"

 

[Amer]

Bleddyn peered at Brisa's shoulder like she was inspecting nothing more than a paper cut. "Yeah, you probably don't want to take that out," she agreed helpfully. "I think Toby's been pretty useful with that kind of stuff, though..."

"Yes he has," Indigo cut in. "Toby, please help Brisa here," she said, dragging him over. No suicide missions for you. Listen to reason, Toby.

 

[RiverStorm]

"Because Silver was a coward." Mapleshade spat, eye glowering. She waited, silently, for River to stop talking. Wolfram was horrified to see how calm she looked, her arms crossed across her chest, leaning her weight on one leg as if she were listening to a casual conversation.
"You see," she growled when River had stopped talking. Wolfram slunk forward beside River, the knife clenched in his fist. "Whether or not it would have killed me, it wouldn't have mattered. I would have destroyed the Inhuman's once and for all. I would have won either way." She was pacing restlessly now, tail lashing. But Wolfram saw her hand was now on her hip where her gun was held.
"And another thing you are sadly wrong about, dear River, is that I still have won. How? My men out number you by hundreds. We are taking your group down one by one, and sooner or later you will all be dead." She lashed her hand toward the clearing, pausing to pin her stare on them both. "Inhuman's are pathetic—"
"But you're a Inhuman." Wolfram's voice was low; he was watching her through slitted pupils. "So was Michael. Neither of you are pathetic. What is your goal, exactly, Maple? Just to watch us burn?"
Mapleshade whipped her head around to look at him, her ears pinned to her skull. "Precisely."
Wolfram shook his head. "What I never understood," he muttered, shoving past River. "Is why. You're a Inhuman, and a lot of people you love, or shall I say loved, were Inhuman's. It makes no sense."
"Oh, I should have expected this. To much like your mother, not enough like your father. To smart and witty, brilliant instead of power-seeking."
"How dare you!" Wolfram's snarl seemed to scare Mapleshade enough for her to take a step back. "How dare you insult my mother like that! She was a genius, Mapleshade, she achieved so much more then you have, and ever will! I am proud to be like her. I would be disgusted even more with myself if I was like my father."
He glanced at River, and gave the ever so slightest tilt of his head toward Shadow. 'Go take him down,' he mouthed distinctly to her, before lunging at Mapleshade without a warning.

River rolled her eyes as Mapleshade declared that the Heroes would soon all be dead. "Guess it'll just have to be a David and Goliath situation." She murmured lazily, trying to keep the inevitable fight waiting as long as possible, while she came up with a plan and collected different cues from Mapleshade and Shadow that could be used while fighting; how they behaved.
The moment Wolfram told her to take down Shadow, she sprung into action.
Subdue him, then shoot. She kicked him in the shin, before throwing a hook punch to his jaw, then shoving her shoulder into his chest; knocking him to the ground.

Taylor watched as the last ray of sunlight vanished through the trees, consuming them in almost complete darkness. "I agree with Bleddyn," she murmured, edging closer to the wall of fire which lit the clearing, the light eldritch and preturnatural.
Looking through the flames she could see Wolfram, Mapleshade, River, and Shadow, their bodies casting long shadows from the eerie lighting. "I don't think it's a good idea for Brisa to waste her energy," she concluded, striding back to the group. "Maybe we should pull a Wolfram. He's not dead, so...maybe we'll make it to?"

"Wait!" Camilla scrambled up to them, highly aware of Finlay close at her heal, and her eyes nervously darted between Taylor and the fire. "I have ice powers, maybe I could freeze it over while a few of us go across...?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

Taylor watched as the last ray of sunlight vanished through the trees, consuming them in almost complete darkness. "I agree with Bleddyn," she murmured, edging closer to the wall of fire which lit the clearing, the light eldritch and preturnatural.
Looking through the flames she could see Wolfram, Mapleshade, River, and Shadow, their bodies casting long shadows from the eerie lighting. "I don't think it's a good idea for Brisa to waste her energy," she concluded, striding back to the group. "Maybe we should pull a Wolfram. He's not dead, so...maybe we'll make it to?"

"Okayokayokay." Bleddyn went to roll her sleeves up for utterly no logical reason and suffered a profound sense of disappointment when she realized that, not only did she not have sleeves, but that she couldn't even recognize nor remember what she was supposed to be wearing.
And that really hit her hard.
She bit her lip as she had to once more wrench herself away from the abyssal pull of psychological distortion. "I'm gonna do the thing." And so, with that declaration, she dove forward into the wall of fire, summoning the unparalleled might of an ancestral war cry nearly lost to the passage of time. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET."