As Tesla made the final move, the gems glasses slid down her flat nose, as if to accentuate her utter shock. Tesla could see the black sclera and glowing green circles under her glasses now. Each eye was wide with amazement. A human just beat a bounty hunting strategist that specialized in setting traps in a game made to set traps. Rage engulfed her very being, she thanked the stars her commander wasn't here to view this loss. She stood up and flung the board into some drywall nearby, the chess pieces clattered everywhere. 

She may be a crazy, strategic hunter, but she went ballistic when things didn't work out her way. She pulled light from the gem between her breasts and summoned a bear trap on the end of a chain. flinging it away from Tesla and destroying a ton of things behind her. When she was done, the weapon vaporized into nothing. "Okay." She fixed her glasses and slammed her hands down onto the table. "Best outta three?" 

Tesla laughed as she picked up the pieces. "I don't think so gem." She pulled the board out of the wall. "I think I'll take my win and leave."

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"Keh Keh Keh..." The gems laughing scraped the insides of her victim's ears. She had tricked them with subliminal misgivings. She had them trapped like a rat in a bottle. Fast as light, she whipped a bear trap around their ankle, it's steel teeth clamped down with hydraulic force. Another trap, this time in their side. The steel ripped their flesh like wet paper

"Gotcha!!!!" The gem flung herself down the alleyway, a chain in each hand.

Clarke grits her teeth, feeling Alira's boot grind against her organs with a searing pain that made her sorely hope she wasn't getting any internal bleeding. The woman's fire breath doesn't bother the Bosmer much, her being Dragonborn made her capable of similar fire-spewing even if fire still hurt like a bitch if it touched her. (See, literally any time she thought running at a dragon face first was a great idea). You could say she's built a tolerance up for it, though, as horrific as that may sound. Her bow was nearby, it'd been kicked away from her much to Clarke's disdain and she only had her blades on hand now, or well, on sheath, and Clarke wasn't exactly into getting her face melted off trying to risk a swift dagger throw.

'I have faced the world eater himself, rescued my wife from her psychopathic father with a god complex higher than his own damn castle, and I took down Miraak himself even when he was riding Hermaeus Mora's dick like the suck-up he was' she hisses in her head, scowling. 'And in the end some green-haired pirate manages to knock me down? I expected a death more valiant than this.' 

But Clarke has a wife to get back to, as well as a job of the leader of the Thieves Guild as well as thane to multiple holds in Skyrim, she has no time for this, and if this woman thinks that Clarke is going to go down this easy, she has another thing coming, hungry lizard thing in the back watching them or not.

"If you must know, there's a mighty large bounty on your head, you Altmer-ripoff," she huffs, mostly making a jab at the woman's skin and pointed ears, as they looked much similar to a High Elf's in appearance, Clarke had at first assumed her to be an Altmer, actually. "I have a wife to feed and arrows to buy, and my wife's taste in meals isn't exactly all that easy to obtain," she snaps as well. Don't marry vampires, kids.

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Clarke's small stature seems to have made you underestimate her, and if the snarling vampire looming nearby in the shadows wasn't key to how badly you screwed up, the nocked glass arrow aimed right for your face is likely a good place to start.

"Petty thief, you can't be apart of the Thieves Guild if you thought robbing your own leader was smart," the Wood Elf snorts, plenty ready to fire if need be. "You gave Serana a right scare, if you don't fess up and apologise quick and get the honest fuck out of my goddamn manor then I see no problem in letting her drain every drop of blood from your body, dinner time's nearing anyways," she threatens, giving her wife a nod as the vampire bares her fangs in your direction, pale fingers splayed out with a red aura resting in her palm to show powerful magic, seemingly raring to be released onto it's poor victim.

Londons whole body twitched in a wave as his eyes settled upon the glass arrow pointed directly at his forehead. "Ey, well i'm bloody sorry then-" At first there was a passive aggressive tone to his voice, but it quickly died out as his brain hastily caught up to the fact that he majorly fucked up. He seemed to shrink inwards a bit, looking at the arrow and then to Serana. "...Well i'm sorry miss, i'll get right out of your way, you won't see me around anymore." Then, like a scared dog running away from a lost fight with its tail between its legs, London turned around and ran off, the shame and cowardice of his acts following him like a thick fog, settling over his thoughts and taunting him over and over.

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"HEY, WHERE THE BLOODY HELL Y'THINK YOU'RE GOING!-" London slammed the other person up against the brick wall of the alleyway, keeping a tight, vice-like grip on them to make sure they didn't squirm away. "You think you can start a fight like that and get away with it!?" Of course, London didn't back down from the provocation made by this individual, and leading up to this moment had been a long fight of fisticuffs; basically them beating the hell out of each other. Almost in a flash, he brought out a knife from one of the pockets in his jeans, holding it dangerously close to the other persons neck. Taking a moment to catch his breath and swallow the blood that was slowly pooling in his mouth, he said, "Now, how about you apologize to me and sod off before I sink this knife into your neck? Wouldn't want this to be the last thing ya feel, huh?" Londons whole body was sore, he just wanted to get on with his day and hopefully find a way to take care of the injuries he had sustained.

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"A...ah. Sorry." Tekuka, pinned against the wall, knew he could easily step away if he wanted to. He wasn't powerful by any means, and his fighting skills were lackluster at best, but enhanced strength had its benefits and he hardly felt any pain. "I didn't mean to start a fight. I... I wanted to push you out of the way. A big truck just ignored the traffic light and..." Tekuka averted his gaze. He truly didn't intend to hurt London. "I'm sorry. I forget... that this new body is really strong... and I didn't know I'd push you so hard. And when you struck back... I didn't know what to do... and I hit you again."
            Tekuka relaxed his damaged body in defeat. He turned his neck so the knife didn't strike his power outlet; if it was damaged, he wouldn't be able to restore his strength. He didn't even consider that a knife to his neck would have been a quick death if he made the wrong move.
            "I... really am sorry," said Tekuka. Fear and remorse laced his trembling voice. "Please forgive me..."

Tekuka's eyes locked onto the person across the narrow street. He didn't know why he saw them as a threat -- maybe the way they walked reminded him of the scientists that once hurt him, or maybe it was intuition (was that what Marun called it when he knew something was wrong?) -- either way, he felt strangely hostile towards the person.
             He approached them in two bounds, stepping in front of them and grabbing the front of their shirt, lifting them from the ground. "What... what did you do...?" he asked, his voice empty and distant. Then his eyes fixed onto a paper that the harsh wind blew against the person's leg.
            "This... is the handwriting of one of the scientists that hurt me. Where did you... get it?"
            If he was thinking reasonably, Tekuka would have known that it was likely blown by the wind, but he still felt bitter towards the person. He grabbed their arm in his hand. If he gripped it any tighter, it would snap from his enhanced strength.
            "Do you have anything... to do with them? Do you hurt people, too? Please tell me, or I'll have to... do something that I might regret," Tekuka said, holding the person's arm up to remind them of their predicament.
             

Arden tried to stay calm. Just by taking one look at this kid she knew he had been through a lot.

“Listen, I don’t know what scientists you’re talk about. Did they hurt you?” She tried to be as comforting as she could be. He was pale and shaking. You could see a mix between anger and a raw sort of fear in his eyes. He was just trying to keep himself safe.

“Do you know who they are? I am entirely prepared to kick the ever loving shit out of them, just so you know, but I won’t instigate anything if you need me to stay out it.”

The boy looked hesitant. He didn’t trust her. Instead, he tightened his grip on her arm and tenses. Arden was honestly impressed such a frail looking person could hold her up with just an arm. She loved a good fight, don’t get her wrong, but the young man reminded her of when she was younger. When she was hurt and afraid. She wasn’t going to give up on him.

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“Hey! Asshole! Where the FUCK do you think you’re going.” Arden was pissed. Real pissed. She took the piece of paper stuck to her back and crumpled it in her hands.

“You got milk bitch? You got beef? You think you can just walk up to me and put a fucking “kick me sign” on my back?! Are you a child? A little baby?! Oh kiddo you don’t know what you’re in for.”

Technically, Arden knew this wasn’t a big deal. It was a “prank,” as the kids say, but there was something so cowardly about it that something in her snapped.

She took off her gloves slowly, making direct eye contact with the other person. A flame ignited at the tip of her finger and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

It’s arson time baby.

"Oh! You wanna go? You wanna catch these hands huh, bitch?!" the beast-girl growled, she had no idea whatever she was being accused of, but the slightest hint of hostility from someone else would be met with her growling and slashing. However, seeing the flame on her opponent's finger tip did ignite something within her- fear. She had no magic to protect herself from raw elements, and she knew no amount of attacks would stop fire from spreading on her body. 

"Whoa, now, you gonna use magic, like a damn coward?" she growled, the hint of a fearful stutter on her voice. "If you wanna fight me, then do it psychically, dammit! Or are you just too weak that you gotta rely on fire?!" 

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"YOU!" The monster screamed, sprinting at the unlucky other before pouncing on them, pinning them against the ground. "YOU DARE THREATEN MY FRIENDS?!" She growled, claws sinking deep into her opponent's arms. She gave them no time to explain themselves, before unleashing a fury of swipes down upon their body, finishing by throwing them away from her in a feral rage. She approached them snarling, making sure her sharp teeth showed. "Guess you'll be tonight's dinner" she spoke with a low chuckle, a rush of excitement surging through her. 

He immediately used his delivery pizza as a meat-shield. It was often that he would get attacked while on the job, it's what you would expect of a multi-dimensional pizza guy. This time, however, he had taken quite a beating. He wasn't expecting to be accused of hurting someone's friend, let alone having to fight someone he felt was way stronger than he's used to. 

"Oh lord...Hey man, i didn't really want to fight. can i g-go? I need to continue this job...and i only have 5 minutes before the customer can't pay anymore...that's a reason to let me go, right?!"

He started shuffling away, really not wanting to get hurt anymore, but also not wanting to be late to this delivery. He was proud of his job, and rather not get anymore beatings today.

Erika had a surprised look on their face. They arched their eyebrow, wings splayed out behind them. How strange it was a mortal human, from outside of the city of Nightvale no less, was able to defeat the being known as Erika. Generally they were strong, their collective force of minds allowing them to withstand forces greater then most. Erika did not expect to be defeated again, not saying anything but keeping that uncanny smile plastered on their face as they stood up and regained their collective strength

"I think you have the wrong person, sir," Johnson hissed in vain to the demon hunter who glared at him. He could feel his victor's knife gently grazing against his throat, yet based on the fact that his energy level wasn't decreasing, he was well-aware that the blade wasn't actually doing anything. It was just there to be intimidating, he thought with a roll of his eyes, how unfortunate. Yet at the same time, the thought of mortality soon draped itself over him as well, and the middle-aged man let out a visible gulp as he glanced around him - then back to the green eyes that drilled deep into his soul. This didn't make any sense; he was just a human, not some supernatural being who ate souls or something like that!

Unless...

His eyes narrowed as Johnson grunted, "You know, if this is because of what I did to my wife, I can explain the rationale behind it. Trust me, it's not as atrocious as it seems." Smooth, Johnson, smooth. With his free hand, he - with lots of effort - waved it in front of the canine's eyes, mostly just so he didn't have to feel like he was being gazed at. After all, he was normally the one doing the glares and contemptuous looks - not the other way around. When the power slipped out of his hands, so did the confidence, yet even now, a hint of hubris remained in the defeated man as he puffed himself out in defiance.

"Of course," Johnson coldly taunted once he let his hand lay limp once again, "I wouldn't expect you to understand it. Folks like yourself always believe in some sort of good versus evil mentality, with no room for the people who are part good, part evil. You're convinced that people are either completely good or completely bad, aren't you? So go ahead, use that damn knife for something instead of just holding it there like some coward. Or just drop it. I don't care. You jumped to conclusions; the consequences will haunt you either way, and that's all I want." He sighed and relaxed himself slightly - ready for whatever fate was going to be given to him next.

quick follow-up to the post below hehe-