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[ First there's a burst of blue sparks in the hallways, a gentle glimmer, and then something is growing across quite a few doorways in the dressing room. Rather, something is growing back. Small sprigs of green plants with white berries, tied together with a royal blue ribbon.

And somewhere else, there is a fairy all dressed in blue, happily nibbling on cookies. ]

[[ooc: Surprise! So, they're back. Magic mistletoe that will keep characters magically stuck in doorways until they kiss. Threadhopping is encouraged in this post! Spread a bit of holiday cheer, eh? They'll be sticking around all month.]]

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[ 'You're so welcoming, you know.' And her forehead leaned onto his. There's no direct contact with anything else -- perhaps except the eyes.

A clicking sound was made with her gun. ]

Two -- finish my sentence.

['If I wish it.']

Three.

[The word's scarcely past his lips when his spears appear, and he's sliding out of the way like the very wind itself.]

[ By the time he muttered it, the sniper was gone. This may be an R&R room, but it had very, very nice places to go up to, aim, and fire. Let's play hide and seek.

While she snipes. ]

[Hide and seek he can do, as he calls up a wind to protect him from those bullets. Where are they coming from?]

[ There's a look out a distance away, but there she was, aiming, and firing out three bullets at once right towards his head. Well, one of them aimed for his leg. Can't work those lances so well with a wound there, right? ]

[He doesn't need his legs, when he can get the winds to carry him. But neither is he going to allow the bullets to land, instead sending a pair of spears to block the bullets - and with luck, deflect them back.

She'll have to try harder than that.]

[ Fffffffuck my life moment, feeling some of her own bullets hitting her. She growled for just a slight bit before warping right over him, two guns pointing.

She pulled the trigger. Remember what happened to the Heartless that attacked Sora? Yeah, that. ♥ ]

[He's still got that wind-shield of his up, so he's spared the worst of it, although some of them are indeed managing to get through.

If she isn't looking she might miss the spears coming in from above and behind her.]

[ II only has one eye! Although, when she's shot enough bullets (in her view), she warped away -- those lances are not friendly to the human skin, one out of a few nearly stabbed her straight through (nnn, getting rusty there, Freeshooter).

She does reappear on the otherside of the room, firing a few more from her spot before she used space to make her float, then run across, still firing. ]

[Of course they aren't friendly to human skin. If he wanted friendly, he would have gone with a weapon more along the lines of Demyx's. But that would be boring.

He makes no effort to stop the first few bullets (he can deal with a bit of pain). As a matter of fact, he doesn't move until she starts to run, and then he's gone, vanished into the wind with little more than a jump and a glance at how high the ceiling is.]

[ Very boring, and II would be utterly disappointed.

Dodge roll isn't only for Sora and Roxas. Watch Xigbar do it -- although the impact of the wind? She felt it. Just as she expected. One knee on the floor, same as her foot, and she started to shoot where is is. The Freeshooter'll be running in three seconds. ]

[He wouldn't be able to face himself in the mornings.

She can fire at him all she wants, but it's not going to do her a whole lot of good, as his spears dance out as if to slice her. One two, three, four, and he's called up a small tornado to snatch at those bullets as they come. But where oh where can those other two spears have gone? He's certainly not holding them after all.]

[ Well, shit. It's time to change the playing field.

With a wave of her hand, everything changed, everything twisted. It almost looked like part of wonderland, exchanging the floor with the ceiling and vice versa -- there were some holes in the bottom, though. III won't have a problem with it, right?

She warps away first, reappearing at the far side of the room. Wormholes are very handy, to send a barrage of bullets very close to the lancer. ]

[Shit. There goes his concentration and the last two spears go wild for a moment before he manages to cal them to heel.

But after the moment of instability he has no real problem with the ceiling being the floor. She's not the only one who doesn't need to standing on the floor.

There's a twist of wind shortly after the first bullets hit (more pinpricks of that pain) and he's gone again, only to reappear directly above her, with two of spears aimed to pierce, if she doesn't move fast enough.]

[ She hated that move of his, but that will never be revealed by her own words.

She's fast, she can be fast enough, and she is -- although, she really needs to stop letting a bit of herself get caught by the vibration in the air as the lances made contact with the floor instead.

Xigbar will be sliding back now, sending even more bullets his way as the lancer was there. Pew pew, where's that shield of wind of his? ]

[Exactly where it should be, although as always it can't block them all. Some are still making it through, but no matter.

There's a moments pause, and he gathers his spears to him (which only serve to further decrease the number of bullets making their way to him) and then he calls the winds. A true storm wind that batters and buffets anything in it's path that's not ready for it. His own method of changing the playing field, since he knows perfectly well how to fight in any sort of weather condition.

Even what's shaping up to be some serious wind, and he sends in three of his spears, one aimed at her chest and the others at her arms before rushing her himself, the last three in hand.]

[ Before the charge, Xigbar lets go of her guns to make them float in mid-air, and it was because so she could jump in mid air, and let her hands do the work by grabbing onto the safe parts of the lance -- grabbing onto the pole. Feet to the metal before she lets herself jump again in mid air, calling back her guns --

Xigbar flipped over Xaldin, aimed her guns right above him again, and pulled the trigger. Just enough until she'd land at the other side. ]

[The shifting winds pull the bullets out of their intended paths, but apart from that, Xaldin just lets fall as they will (most seem to be hitting his shoulders).

No sooner has she landed, then he's shoving the spears violently backwards. He's attacking blind, like this, but surely one of the three points will hit.]

[ HHRK -- ouch ouch ouch ouch that went right across her waist and II is bleeding which does not bode well for her.

Why don't we test a little thing out, then: Give her three seconds, first, before she snapped her fingers: Gravity would screw up, everything would be forced on the ground. Perhaps including Xaldin unless he gained some immunity to it.

She really hasn't tried it against him -- her, both of III before, but it's just a try. ]

[There's a clatter as the spears he's not hanging on to fall to the increased pull. He himself, however, at least manages to save himself the same fate. Or at least in part anyway. He is forced to the ground, but he's still holding on to the three he had before.

It won't be long before he's figured out how best to move even with this new inconvenience; she'd best move quickly.]

[ Good thing she isn't forcing more, right? Even though it would be funny to see him on his knees. Maybe she'll do that later. For now?

Xigbar warped right infront of the man, in mid-air, guns pointed right at his chest -- and she pulled the trigger. It's not like he'll be moving anytime, right? (Maybe later, so --) ]

[Xaldin can't manage to get a spear up to block in time, so those shots hit true, and are more than a little uncomfortable. But he's not going to let her get away unscathed.

The bullets have barely had time to fully fade, before he's stabbing up and forward. Chest wound for chest wound. It's only fitting, or so he thinks.]

[ -- Well, this was a short fight, but definitely not forgettable. It was a pain getting hung by his spear. II releases her guns, letting them float in midair before grabbing said spears with one hand, and his collar by the other keeping herself up.

Distraction, distraction, gravity was going back to normal. Hnn -- ]

Sonuvabitch --

[Was it good?]

I've never claimed to be nice.

[ Oho, yes it was good. She even coughed out a bit of blood. ]

Never said you were nice. Now get these things out of me.