Storming up behind the distracted teacher Serpentine squared off against him with two of her mirages, waiting for the opening. Mr. Johnsen reared back, frustration burning in his squinty eyes as he swung, his whip cracking, the leather ends streaking through light and sound alone. Obviously torn between continuing his bout against Furitta or the Serpentines he left himself open. Darting forward Serpentine closed the short distance separating her from the teacher, effectively defusing the danger of the whip. Delivering a series of punches Serpentine grinned as Mr. Johnson staggered, his narrow face contorted in fury – no wait, that is victory! Serpentine felt the blow connect before she saw it, Mr. Johnson’s rapid backhand swing connected with her lower jaw, sending her into a literal triple spin. Vertigo washed over her and she didn’t know which way was up, and which way was down, the room became a blur of writhing human bodies. But Serpentine wasn’t done yet. Landing hard on all fours the snake-themed hero gritted her teeth taking a moment to regain orientation before extending her foot and delivering a powerful kick to Mr. Johnson’s spindly legs, just below the knee.

	The man’s knee’s buckled and he fell, plummeting forward onto Serpentine like a collapsing building. Serpentine squirmed to escape, bringing her arms into play to act as shields as villain and hero continued to brawl on the ground, weapons forgotten. Serpentine struggled in desperation, trying to throw Mr. Johnson off too little avail. Her face became the target to repeated blows, and to make matters worse her miraculous was beeping away, she only had minutes to spare! This attacted his attention, and he reached for the miraculous pinning Serpentine down with his other arm.

	[color=ed1c24]“Furitta, get the whip!” [/color]Serpentine exclaimed, her hands closing around Mr. Johnson’s wrists, trying to control them. In response the full grown man extended his arms to full length, easily negating that plan. But also freeing Serpentine. Placing both her feet against the teacher’s waist Serpentine kicked herself clear, sliding across the lounge’s floor, reassembling an oversized shuffleboard disk. Pushing herself upright, she waited on baited breath to see if Mr. Johnson or Furitta would secure the abandoned whip first.