[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

Again.

Once again the doll was moving faster than she predicted. Instead of the jab knocking it off balanced long enough for her to follow up, it recovered with astonishing speed, before running away beyond her range. Hazel wasn't quite in peak condition either, her Stigma, though faint, was acting up. It was also learning fast; she alone might not be enough to topple the dolls, especially if they were all linked together somehow. Chattering wildly, it kicked a large chunk of dirt towards her and Emma.

It was smart enough to learn from her moves, it was smart enough to think up a counter to her abilities, but it wasn't smart enough to count for everything. In keeping away from her, it was freeing her attention to focus on something else, regardless of how short that would be. And with that chunk of dirt...

With an open palm strike, she slapped the chunk of dirt flying at them, exploding it from the combined force of her blow and its own speed. The dust and debris spread in the air, only for a short while, but enough to obscure the doll's view to keep it from realizing what she was doing. She offered only one word to Emma as she turned and ran the short distance towards Lawrence, and the eyeball monster.

[color=fff79a]"Move."[/color]

The sound of the eyeball monster charging at Lawrence was not hard to miss, especially when it was frantically attacking loudly. And now that it had charged at Lawrence, at their center, at [i]her[/i] priority one, she was free to attack it as the doll weren't close enough to be a threat. But how she was going to damage it was another story entirely. While it had been a simple test punch, it still withstood one of her attacks, and she was unlikely to be able to land more than a few hits on it before the dolls realize and move in to attack. She needed to be stronger, she needed to be able to pierce its skin, she needed -

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Hazel took another step forwards, making another ripple through the dead ocean's surface. It was vast and bottomless, but still she stood on the ocean's surface, making slight ripples as she took another step. What was it that compels her so? What was it that kept her walking? There was naught to see all around. Just the eerily still ocean, with surface like glass. But still she walked, though she could see nothing. Still she walked, though she did not know where she was going. Still she walked, [i]because[/i] she did not know where she was going.

*crunch*

Jerking, she realized she had set her teacup down on a crumb. The ornate looking white table was almost overladen with biscuits and other delicious confectioneries, barely enough room for her tea set. Mystified, she smoothed down her frilly dress, and looked out towards the garden in the bright sunny day, with nary a cloud in the blue sky. Indeed, to have a cloud at all would be silly, for she was looking up towards the very same ocean she had walked on moments ago. A drop of water dripped down from the ocean, straight down into her half empty cup. [i]Sarah's going to be mad again,[/i] she thought nonchalantly. [i]A blessing from the heavens for me, or perhaps should I say ocean?[/i]

It was then that she turned her gaze downwards, to find her tea had turned black.

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For the first time in the fight, she screamed. It had been but a few moments, but to her that vision seemed to last longer. Instinctively moving so as to not waste the opening she had created, she turned her right arm transparent, swinging downwards at the still casting eyeball monster. There was a faint outline of an axe in her hands, barely there, but still noticeable to those with sharp eyes.