Mary Brooding
Oh, you think so?
Sun Nov 4, 2018 20:03

Mary gasped as the very real sharp of an arrow nicked her bicep. She'd done well to avoid the others but her stomach knotted when she heard her sleeve tear and looked down to find hot blood on her arm. It was a brutal reminder that while the room itself was designed to not directly hurt them, there were no promises about what she and Tabitha might do to each other. She let out a low growl, the animalistic sound biting at her throat and crawling through the air. Towards Tabitha. Towards her opponent. The idea made her heart warm but her brain was clear.

There was no chance of beating this woman at her own game, and Mary's attempt to write the rules hadn't been enough. She simply wasn't as skilled at the game. So she would play a different one. There were, of course, some unspoken rules she assumed they were both playing by. The fact that they each knew the other's deepest fears, regrets, etc meant they could truly torment each other, but that seemed unfair. Also, it would be cruel. However, the fact that they knew each other well had to be used to some degree. That balance was important.

Tabitha, Mary knew, was a strategist. She was a planner, careful and observant. She would want to see everything before she made a move. She was also prone to a possibly unhealthy lack of self-preservative instinct, which meant that a surprise attack that risked bodily harm would not be a surprise. Mary, however, was not the sort of witch that Tabitha would have dueled often. She certainly wasn't Darius. Unpredictability alone wouldn't be enough, as creatures could be unpredictable too. No, she needed more than that.

These thoughts rushed through her mind as if she were reading them from someone else's notes as she ran after Tabitha, moving as quickly and silently as possible. The distance wasn't great and Mary could certainly tell where Tabitha had last been based on the features of the environment as they'd been setup by her water and by the direction the arrows had come from. She also caught occasional glimpses of auburn hair in the moonlight that freckled through the trees.

Mary leaned into her run, getting to the point that she was just parallel with Tabitha's trajectory. She was not as physically prepared for these things and knew she needed to act quickly. Aiming at the rocks and pinecones that lettered the forest floor, she transformed as many of them as she could into buttons. She aimed at other objects in the environment, rocks, logs, leaves, etc., and transfigured those into whatever came to mind. Other plants, small animals, cups, and other oddities were suddenly lettered across the ground. It was a relief that the animals weren't real and hadn't even been transfigured from real items, because the odds of being stepped on in the dark woods were pretty high.

Mary then focused on Tabitha herself. Shooting out a few spells as quickly as possible, Mary erupted birds from her wand, and then flowers and mice. Then, she ended with a silencing charm.

"Muffliato!" The effect must've been fairly crippling. Or at least, she hoped it would be. In a dark forest, surrounded by things that shouldn't be there, some of which were small moving creatures that were all transfigured or conjured for the sole purpose of licking and snuggling whatever parts of Tabitha they could reach, and without the ability to hear what was happening or where Mary was, Tabitha would be lost.

Mary stopped and waited.

"Petrfcus Totalus," she murmured, aiming at Tabitha. She wasn't sure whether she hoped her spell made it or not, and closed her eyes.

  • You'll tell me anything. Tabitha Hawthorne, Sun Oct 28 17:10
    Tabitha had made a mistake. The mistake being that she was becoming complacent and wasn't taking the duel too seriously. It was one thing to duel in the real world, when it was a matter of life or... more
    • Oh, you think so? — Mary Brooding, Sun Nov 4 20:03
      • Oh, absolutely. Or I can always make you tell me.Tabitha Hawthorne, Sun Nov 4 20:36
        Tabitha was both confused and alarmed at the sudden appearance of a lot of things that definitely hadnít been programmed into the room - including the small rabbit that seemed intent on hopping... more
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