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[ There is a Larxene crouched in this room, the left side of his mouth smeared with blood, gripping locks of silver hair tightly between his gloved fingers. The smell of charred flesh and burnt rubber hangs thick in the air, visible in the hazy grey smoke. It comes from the impact of lightning on skin and armor and bone, shorting out nerves and numbing limbs and blackening the natural wooden floor to a large dark smear.

The replica sprawled across that blackened floor is female, and currently unconscious, but it's obvious she's taken the brunt of whatever bad mood he's in. Her head (and most of her torso) has been lifted off the floor by her hair.

He is not smiling. In fact, his face looks pretty blank for someone usually so expressive when causing others pain. ]

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Or should I call you the heroine?

[It sounds like that could be said with a smile, or a smirk, but there's no such thing on his face.]

You don't really have to call me either of those things...

[...maybe if she makes a run for it, she can find someone with fighting ability to come help the poor person this guy got stuck with.]

Giving up your role now? That doesn't sound like you...

[He's thinking this isn't the kind of Sora he's used to dealing with, which makes him curious about if she's even capable of putting up a fight.]

I'm not giving up anything...

[yeah, she's. taking a step away from the doorway now. if he wants to play with her, he'd best choose to do so soon.]

[Fast as lightning, Larx is up and warped to the door, reaching out with one hand to grab the front of Sora's shirt.]

[there's a rather comical "eep!" out of her and she's immediately struggling to get away.]

Let go!

Why don't you make me?

[Since they're at the door, it would be terribly easy for him to smash her into the frame, wouldn't it?]

[fine, she will! or, you know, try to. she continues to struggle, trying to pry Larxene's hand away- and yes, it would be terribly easy to smash her into the frame.]

[Whoops, his arm slipped. Enjoy the taste of paint and drywall.]

[that gets a nice pained noise, because she hadn't expected it at all and had not time to brace herself. Larxene is getting quite the dirty look.]

[It makes a wide, manic grin spread across his face, and he uses the opportunity to drag her into the room. We mustn't have more interruptions.]

No! Let go!

[oh god she doesn't wanna get tortured. she's back to struggling again, kicking and doing pretty much everything she can to try and get him to let go.]

[That's much better. It makes him release his grip on her, at least her shirt, because his hand's shooting up to hit her. Larx missed the memo about not hitting girls in the face.]

[she's kind of shocked, because she's not... really used to being hit in the face, even with all the fighting she's done. not straight on like that, anyway. it makes her forget herself for a moment and she reflexively swings to punch him back.]

[Aw, but Sora, he's fast. The fastest in the Organization, in fact, and he- where did he go?]

[aw shit, she hates fighting fast people. she's immediately alert, looking around wildly for wherever he went.]

[BEHIND YOU--

suddenly says the kick into her lower back.]

[and she'll cry out and fall forward, just barely managing to turn the fall into a roll so she can pop back up. but ow, dammit. a Cure spell helps with that and she slides into a defensive stance, trying not to use the one that requires a weapon.]

[Sorry, did you want magic? He can send a jolt of electricity your way if you prefer.]

[electricity? you bitch- I mean. if there was electricity, there was a short scream from her to go with it.]

[That makes it all the better. He stops where he is though, standing tall.]

Aren't you even going to fight back?

I can't!

[teary-eyed, but only from the pain, really. she's straightening, or attempting to, trying to ignore the pain so she can glare at him.]

Why not?

[He's yelling to goad her, and emphasizes the word with another shot of lightning.]

Be... because!

[she doesn't want to say, doesn't want to give him a reason to get worse, and just barely moves away from that lightning.]

Because why?

[His hand is held high above his head like he's going to call down another one, but he waits to hear her answer.]

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...where was my closing bracket there.

Larx scared it off

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