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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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[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.

As the lady wishes.

[Lets them vanish into nothing once again.]

[ And she falls on him -- kind of pathetic, she thinks.

So, she'll bring him down with her. A swift kick to the crotch ought to do it. ♥ She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of it -- 'felt' like a kid again and all. ]

[fffffff yes, that would do it. He is going down.

At least there's no more sharp things to land on.]

[ She made sure to push his back against the floor, and then herself on top. It only meant that she wasn't going to stay down on the ground defeated -- not with him lower than her. A headtilt -- whoops there goes some blood on his coat. Nothing new, right? ]

Got a potion? [ And then she grabbed one of her wounds, as if to stop the bleeding. She's trying not to keel over more. ]

[Nothing new indeed, and after a moment he pulls a potion out of his pocket. She can have it if she wants.]

Thanks. [ She takes it, and drinks -- euugh, tastes just like medicine (even though she was feeling so much better after drinking said healing item). Do watch her wounds heal up ever so miraculous-like, though.

She tossed the bottle aside and checked herself -- just large holes in her coat now. Easily fixed. ]

I'm glad you didn't disappoint.

So glad I could please.

[He'll avail himself of a potion a little later.]

Mmhmm. [ Who needs a potion when Xigbar felt generous? A snap of her fingers, and the familiar green aura and glimmering illusions of leaves surrounded the two -- a Curaga. It was Regen in one-spot. II thought she'd make him wait. ]

How many times have you done that to him, anyway?

More than once. He has more than a few scars of my making.

[Ah, Curaga. Such a wonderful thing.]

[ You're welcome, Fuzzface. Elbows on his chest, face on her palms -- ] Got a favorite?

[He traces a line across her lower abdomen; if they had hearts, the blow would have likely been fatal, if left alone.]

Here.

Were you ever jealous of the one who did the facial scar?

[ Grabs his hand, and brings it up to her cheek -- undoes the glove first, though, so he can get a good feel of that ten year old scar. Did he know who dealt the blow? II would have kept it a secret, maybe have given a hint or two.

She always did enjoy giving out 'stories' of the eyeloss and damage on her face. ]

[He's made good guesses about the person behind it on his own world, although he hasn't a name or even a face to go with his guess. He doesn't think he needs it though.

This one? Well, he won't ask, although he lightly runs a finger over the scar in question.]

I don't consider his body solely mine to mark.

[ And she just chuckled, letting him toy with said scar. ]

Just wondering, since it seems like we still love toying with each other, different universe or not.

Right?

Quite so.

[For a bizarre definition of 'toying,' but no matter.]