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[code]Kari Wilson’s House[/code][/right][hr]
Anya didn’t think much of Jack’s warning about 8th Street coming. When did Evelynn’s predictions work out? Though, after the recollection showing them looting the house, it was better to be safe.

The basement wasn’t the safest place to be. There was no escape route. There was no way-
[b][i][h2]*BOOM*[/h2][/i][/b]
Anya grimaced. She followed Britney up the stairs- though not quite as quickly, and ended up in the doorway. An undead monstrosity… Emily G. Reed. What a surprise, Evelynn’s little prediction had come true. This wasn’t a situation Anya wanted to be in. She had no reason to fight 8th Street. In fact, she would quite gladly hand over Lila.

But Britney was going to be a problem, unfortunately. If she was handed over, tortured and killed, there would be nothing to hold Greyson back. He’d likely go on a killing spree, and their little plan would go up in flames. While Anya wasn’t one to place all her bets on a single game, it was a future she quite liked. 

Not leaving, then. 

Anya moved out of the doorway and house as Luca approached, avoiding getting caught in his aura. She moved slightly around the house, outside but sheltered by it slightly as the light drizzle increased to a downpour. She needed somewhere to safely summon- 

The house caught alight, and a large fireball flew past her. Anya crouched down, arm going over her head to protect herself from the light debris that flew down onto her. She was out of the house, far enough away to not be hurt, but… Sloane was still in there. The one person Anya perhaps cared about surviving. 

But not enough to sacrifice herself.

What could she do in a burning building, anyway?

Anya moved away from the house as quickly as she could, and into the forest. She crouched down behind a forest, carefully brushing back her long hair so she didn’t look too undignified. While it might look like she was running away to most, that wasn’t the case. To most of the coven’s knowledge she had no spells that could be used in a fight. Her spellbook had been much smaller and rudimentary there. It was only after leaving- being kicked out of- the coven that she’d been able to tap into her gold lux. 

She had hoped to save it for another time, when she could truly show it off. But there were two people who knew about her summons: Sloane and Greyson. Greyson wasn’t here [i]yet[/i], but once he was… Ah, well, she didn’t want to deal with questions from either of them about why she didn’t do anything.

It was a waste of time she couldn’t be bothered with.

Thankfully, the last two nightmares she’d visited gave her quite the creatures to select from: Stormy’s and Linqian’s (who somehow had a nightmare immediately after an erotic dream). Linqian’s had heavily featured werewolves - something that Anya had witnessed in enough of her nightmares, along with simple dogs, to know it was a fear of hers. Linqian was working for Greyson, and inadvertently taking her out would remove another body between Anya and 8th Street.

Stormy’s it was then. Hopefully his mental walls were as strong as his magical ones.

Anya pursed her lips, eyes narrowing in concentration. She gently moved her fountain pen, slowly tracing a soft, glowing purple outline in the air. The soft light only lasted a few seconds as she continued down, tip of her pen glowing. With the size of the summon she was attempting, it would take her five minutes of complete concentration to bring it into existence.

Hopefully she would be able to complete it.
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[color=CD5C5C]Shit.[/color]

Linqian winced at the tight grip on her wrist as the rain got heavier and heavier, sizzling off her boiling skin and cooling it. She was still super fucking hot, hot enough to burn and hurt, but no longer metal melting temperatures. Her ability to tank hits was reduced too.

She hadn't thought about Vashti's storm when she started this fight! 

But she could still take more of a punch than normal.

[color=CD5C5C]”Can't pretend I don't want to see them,”[/color] Linqian shot back, anger boiling over just at the mention of Bianca. Bianca had never been close to Vashti, when did she tell her that? She’d [i]loved[/i] her and that fucking bitch talked about her like she- fuck, pay attention. 

Her own distraction was enough to miss the feint, arms moving up in front of her face to try block the mud thrown in it. It splattered across the heated surface, sizzling, and through her arms across her face. Linqian squinted, visibility dulled by the rain and the mud- 

Vashti's elbow slammed right into the arms in front of Linqian's face, the momentum smacking them into her head. It fucking hurt, it disoriented her, but the increased durability and arm protection kept her awake and aware. And the pain- well, the pain was fucking [i]good[/i]. It helped keep her mind clear, fighting through the dizziness even as she slipped back on the mud covered floor, feeling her legs starting to slide out from under her. She was going to fall. Fuck- 

Linqian’s arms came down and forward, trying to grab onto or wrap around Vashti. At the same time her lips curved into the closest to a seductive smile she could manage while falling backwards. Anything to bring her down with her. She needed to touch Vashti - not in the kinky way, as much as she really fucking wanted that, but to do as much fucking damage as she could before retreating. If she managed to get Vashti on the ground with her, Linqian was going to fight through the fucking pain and get as close to her as possible - legs and arms wrapped around her, bodies pressed close together, heating them both up until they [i]burned[/i].