«We Could Be Legends»

[HeavensHens88]

What is she doing? I just got this jerk to shut up! "Guys, come on..." Lachlan said, though it was more of a sigh.

Wolfram looked up to see the newcomer. His pupils became normal, large and round, then snapped ack to thin slits. He eyed warily, letting out a half hearted hissing noise.

Oh no, please don't drag yourself into that... Camilla got up, trotting over to Bleddyn. "Well this is dramatic," She muttered to her friend.

My face didn't change, but a swear slipped out of my mouth. Anyone else would have stormed out of the restaurant already, but Idiot Kitty stood his ground. I could see the adrenaline in his eyes, and realized how he must be feeling, at least in part. I'd had something like that when my dog was killed. That feeling of just wanting to kill something. Anything. Needing an outlet for a kind of anger you've never felt before- burning hatred coupled with fear of your own emotions. He needed something to do with those emotions.

So, logically, I punched him.

Brisa gave a small intake of breath and looked away. "Man. Poor guy. This isn't going to end well."

"Delilah that's not helping the situation." Lachlan muttered, becoming more and more annoyed.

Wolfram opened his mouth to make another reply, when something he never expected happened. Pain erupted in his face, and he couldn't feel where he was punched. His head throbbed with pain, and he blinked darkness from his eyes. He throat tightened as he struggled to hold back tears."What the-"He stopped, pain grabbing his jaw like a rabid animal."Why?!"He gasped, his pupils flickering from human to cat repeatedly.

"Fight me, you idiot!" I said, not meaning a bit of it. I cared now, at least in part, but there was no way I was going to hug it out.

Bleddyn simply didn't see Camilla.
She stepped to Delilah's side and loomed over the cowering boy, imposing despite her relative shortness. "Alright, you've angered the owner's daughter, and caused pretty much an uproar." Unlike Delilah's, her voice rose steadily, not at all hindered by hesitation or regret. "You can keep flinching like a pathetic orphan puppy, fight her, or leave now." Her hand slammed down on his table, her fingers thrumming with the impatience fueled by habitual aggression.

 

[RiverStorm]

"Fight me, you idiot!" I said, not meaning a bit of it. I cared now, at least in part, but there was no way I was going to hug it out.

Wolfram Didnt give a response. At least, not a verbal one. He Didnt intend to do so, but he did anyway. He punched her back, as hard as he could, and as fast as he could.

Bleddyn simply didn't see Camilla.
She stepped to Delilah's side and loomed over the cowering boy, imposing despite her relative shortness. "Alright, you've angered the owner's daughter, and caused pretty much an uproar." Unlike Delilah's, her voice rose steadily, not at all hindered by hesitation or regret. "You can keep flinching like a pathetic orphan puppy, fight her, or leave now." Her hand slammed down on his table, her fingers thrumming with the impatience fueled by habitual aggression.

Lachlan stared at them, his jaw gaping. What. Just, what. He rolled his eyes. How could this get worse? "Guys, stop." What am I doing? They aren't going to listen to me.
It got worse. Of course Bleddyn of all people had to come over. And she was egging it on. "Camilla could you-" He stopped as Camilla grinned at him, and crossed her arms, standing at Bleddyn's side and she turned to glare at the boy.
Of course she's on Bleddyn's side.
(*Edited*)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Brisa nodded in agreement, flinching at the look of pain on the boy's face. "Why does this stuff happen...? Maybe I should just, like, pull them apart with my powers."

Yris winced as she looked on, a second punch finding its target. She noticed the boy in the tracksuit chuckling to himself at their stupidity, finding it eerie that she could understand where he came from. She muttered "That wouldn't be a bad idea...what are your powers anyway?" She turned to Brisa momentarily with genuine interest.

 

[Thing2]

My face didn't change, but a swear slipped out of my mouth. Anyone else would have stormed out of the restaurant already, but Idiot Kitty stood his ground. I could see the adrenaline in his eyes, and realized how he must be feeling, at least in part. I'd had something like that when my dog was killed. That feeling of just wanting to kill something. Anything. Needing an outlet for a kind of anger you've never felt before- burning hatred coupled with fear of your own emotions. He needed something to do with those emotions.

So, logically, I punched him.

"Delilah, that's not helping the situation." Lachlan muttered, becoming more and more annoyed.

Wolfram opened his mouth to make another reply, when something he never expected happened. Pain erupted in his face, and he couldn't feel where he was punched. His head throbbed with pain, and he blinked darkness from his eyes. He throat tightened as he struggled to hold back tears."What the-"He stopped, pain grabbing his jaw like a rabid animal."Why?!"He gasped, his pupils flickering from human to cat repeatedly.

"Fight me, you idiot!" I said, not meaning a bit of it. I cared now, at least in part, but there was no way I was going to hug it out.

Wolfram Didnt give a response. At least, not a verbal one. He Didnt intend to do so, but he did anyway. He punched her back, as hard as he could, and as fast as he could.

Bleddyn simply didn't see Camilla.
She stepped to Delilah's side and loomed over the cowering boy, imposing despite her relative shortness. "Alright, you've angered the owner's daughter, and caused pretty much an uproar." Unlike Delilah's, her voice rose steadily, not at all hindered by hesitation or regret. "You can keep flinching like a pathetic orphan puppy, fight her, or leave now." Her hand slammed down on his table, her fingers thrumming with the impatience fueled by habitual aggression.

Brisa, worried, cautiously began to pull Bleddyn and Delilah a few feet from the table and attempted to keep Wolfram in the booth at the same time.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Bleddyn simply didn't see Camilla.
She stepped to Delilah's side and loomed over the cowering boy, imposing despite her relative shortness. "Alright, you've angered the owner's daughter, and caused pretty much an uproar." Unlike Delilah's, her voice rose steadily, not at all hindered by hesitation or regret. "You can keep flinching like a pathetic orphan puppy, fight her, or leave now." Her hand slammed down on his table, her fingers thrumming with the impatience fueled by habitual aggression.

Wolfram hissed at her, ignoring the stinging pain clawing at his jaw."I'll fight both of you idiots."He snarled.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Brisa, worried, cautiously began to pull Bleddyn and Delilah a few feet from the table and attempted to keep Wolfram in the booth at the same time.

Wolfram got out of the booth, knocking Brisa away, snarling."Get out of here, Coward!"

 

[Thing2]

Yris winced as she looked on, a second punch finding its target. She noticed the boy in the tracksuit chuckling to himself at their stupidity, finding it eerie that she could understand where he came from. She muttered "That wouldn't be a bad idea...what are your powers anyway?" She turned to Brisa momentarily with genuine interest.

"Telekinesis, X-ray vision, and thermal heat vision." She replied, "So I can sense people through walls and stuff."

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Wolfram Didnt give a response. At least, not a verbal one. He Didnt intend to do so, but he did anyway. He punched her back, as hard as he could, and as fast as he could.

I kept punching.

His ribs,
His shoulder,
His chest.

None of the fragile or the squishy parts I knew would hurt most. Just enough to keep him throwing punches. Dang, he's fast- EEOWCH!

He swung a flurry of punches

My nose flared up,

That stupid organ under my lungs,

Gah! My leg!

Up. Get off the floor.

 

[Thing2]

Wolfram got out of the booth, knocking Brisa away, snarling."Get out of here, Coward!"

Focusing hard on Delilah, Bleddyn and Wolfram, Brisa forcefully used her powers to try and shove them apart, and she began shaking from the effort, her eyes turning black.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"They're gonna need ice." Toby said, watching the fight. He squinted his eyes. "Do you think I should get the cops or the manager? This is going too far." He asked Jessi, who was too distracted to hear him.