[color=fff79a][b]Hazel & Sander[/b][/color]
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They have been there for 3 full days. It had been two days since his talk with the guards. 
 
Still, no sight of Christmas. Sander was getting restless, pacing the meagre space of his room instead of sleeping. Darker thoughts were beginning to plague his mind, whispering what ifs and what could have beens. There were dangers on the road after all. And before that, dangers at DC. What if something happened? Was this his fault? He could have stayed, had he been conscious. But he just had to overstep and overuse his power, didn’t he? 
 
This was why he couldn’t have good things. Because he was a fool who never learnt. 
 
Frustration mounted, and it took conscious effort not to throw the glass of water in his hand against the wall. Still he placed it down, just to be safe, blue eyes glancing outside the window, gauging his options. It was late. It was cold. No one was going out. Besides, if he went deeper into the woods, no one would be there. Hasty decision made, Sander grabbed the few blood bags the maids left in his cooler before heading out. He didn’t stop to put on his coat. 
 
Almost half an hour later, he found himself standing among a thick patch of trees, cranking his neck to witness their height. The fire of his power thrummed through him, quiet now, when he was suppressing it.

Hazel had been trying to sit down in a corner, trying to ignore the stigma until it passed, but it would seem it had gone too long without being fed. She retained just enough sense of mind to ask someone where to go, resulting in her going to the woods where there were no one around. Certainly there wouldn't be someone strolling in the woods in this ungodly hour, or at least that was her thought.

Sprinting as fast as she could towards the deepest parts of the woods, she bumped into — of all people — Sander.

Having been impatient enough to just run out towards the woods after asking for permission, Hazel has simply a long blouse over herself and barely anything else. While she herself had no recollection of what had happened before, she can't help but feel extremely vulnerable. Even though she was still able to think, there was this irrational anger and resentment rising at the mere sight of him. Or perhaps it was [i]because[/i] she was still lucid that she felt such things towards him.

Sander blinked, noticing Hazel’s distinctive scent just now. With his power active, it took conscious effort to tell her scent from the animals around, which was why he overlooked it in the first place. 
 
“[color cyan]What are you doing here?[/color]” -Titling his head, he watched the girl curiously. Then a thought sparked. Maybe she was here the same reason he was –“[color cyan]Are you…Do you want me to…leave?[/color]”

[color=fff79a]"Y-you...." [i]need to get out[/i][/color] [i]We should just kill him[/i]

Why was he even here? Hazel was told there wouldn't be anyone up in the woods at this time.

[color=fff79a]"I-I cannot.."[i]suppress this for long.[/i][/color] [i]It hurts.[/i]

Her hand crept onto her face as she doubled over as if in pain. Anger, fear, resentment, melancholy, sadness pain, and a myriad of other emotions swirled around her head as her vision seemed to fill over with a white hot haze. Phantom noises and images filled her senses, pressing in onto her mind, seemingly trying to explode her head with their sheer volume. Without warning, an enourmous purple limb tore through the air beside Sander, crashing through trees and bushes alike. With her hand on her face holding up her hair, it was easy enough to see her eyes full of hatred and venom, the sides of her mouth twitching erratically.

[color=fff79a]"It really really hurt."[/color] [i]Please go away[/i]

Sander should have run. But the moment a purple limb flew through the air next to him, he knew it was already too late. The fire in him flared, engulfing him. He lowered his stance, red eyes furious.
 
“[color cyan]Stop this![/color]” -He warned, one last time. 

The only answer he got from Hazel was another sweeping attack, crashing through trees and bushes as it swung towards him.

Sander leapt backward out of range, snarling as the purple hand swept in a wide arc. He waited for the split second where the arm passed him before charging right at Hazel. 

He was fast, but not fast enough to escape her eyes. While he was certainly strong enough to tear her  apart with his bare hands, she has one overwhelming advantage even she — halfway through the throes of madness — could leverage. 

Sheer range.

Before, overwhelmed by sheer excitement and the white hot veil blinding her, all she could do was rampage mindlessly. Now she had only one person in her vision, one who made her abdomen ache, one who somehow attracted her with all his raw power. Without warning a smaller arm, almost near her size, projected in front of him, sweeping quickly towards his neck as he charged towards her.

Sander did see the smaller attack coming, but judging from its size, he did not dodge.

While he was invulnerable to attacks at the moment, he wasn't unmovable. From the speed of his charge, and where the arm hit him and halted his motion, he simply flipped over and fell on his back, as his lower half continued moving as his upper stopped completely. Sensing her chance, Hazel thrust down an enourmous palm down on Sander, now prone on the ground.

Sander tried to get back on his feet, but the palm was also closing fast, and he wouldn't have had time. So he clenched his fist and threw a punch toward the coming palm, didn't even bother putting up his arms to block. Strong as he was, his arm simply punched though the projected limb, leaving a small hole in Hazel's hand. That did not stop the hand from slamming onto him however, before exploding a moment later, once the hand disintergrated what clothes he had and the dirt around him.

The small wound on her hand was surprising enough that she pulled back in reflex, surprised that anything could even hurt her projection, much less hurt her from her projection.

The brief lapse was enough for Sander to spring back onto his feet. But as much as the blood high in him raged, he reigned it in, refusing to engaging in combat with Hazel any longer. Anymore, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back. He turned and dashed off, counting on his inhuman speed to put distance between them. Whatever happened next, should Hazel go on a rampage, he trusted the guards would be enough to stop her. 

The cuffs were there for a reason. 

Unable to pursue, and unable to find another target that attracted her attention, she simply started destroying anything she found instead, leaving a mass of destroyed trees, bushes and other debris in her wake for quite a while.
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