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Location: Hank's Sports Bar - 5 minute walk from DS HQ
[i]Rules: Anything goes. Anytime. Anyway.[/i]
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Emily arrived to the nearest bar to the Dark Shadows headquarters, emotions from the past conversation with Al still running. It was frustrating to say the least, hell, [I]he[/I] was frustrating. Not that Emily was the biggest fan of structure but the Dark Shadows was one thing in her life that was at least close to not being in shambles but Al had flushed that down the toilet years ago. On top of their conversation he had tried to kill her the day before, and she found out Ty, one of her oldest friends and fellow pyromage, was dead. She needed a drink. Well, Emily almost [I]always[/I] ‘needed a drink’, but tonight especially. With a huff she plopped herself into the small stool at the bar and slumped over the wooden bench. As soon as the bartender so much as looked at her she simply instructs, [color=darkturquoise]”Tequila and lemonade. And make it strong,”[/color] pulling a crumpled note out of her pocket and watching as the bartender rushes to get her order.

Jordan had spent a good portion of the day looking for a new drinking spot. After being kicked out of her last one for planting a woman's face down a toilet. It wasn’t Jordan’s fault. The woman had tried to force her to hand over money. Not cool. So Jordan had a few more shots and had at it. That had been a week ago, but she hadn’t found a decent replacement yet. Most bars involved guys who tried to get into her pants. And she hated those kind of places. On the far side of  New York Jordan found a small bar that met her needs. It was was a tiny place, had very few patrons, and had a door leading to the alleyway behind if she needed a quick escape.

Approaching the bar she would sit herself down on one of the barstool, slouching her arms onto the bar. [color=yellow]”Triple Whiskey please”[/color] She ordered before putting some money on the table to pay for it. She flicked through her wallet for a second, [i]Great[/i]. There was still a handful of notes, mostly 5’s but a couple of 10’s. Not enough to last her a night. At the very least she was going to have to find some poor sucker to try and mooch off.

As Emily received her drink another woman entered the bar, sitting near her. Initially Emily paid no attention to her and went toward cradling her drink and sipping at it. Despite this she heard the woman's order, Emily’s usual drink of choice and smirked. [color=darkturquoise]”Y’know you're just asking to get fucked up, right?”[/color] she says to the woman, before taking a sip of her own drink.

Jordan usually made a point of not talking to others in a bar setting. It always invited some form of trouble. However tonight she was feeling a little more talkative than usual. [color=yellow]”I don’t come here to play pansy and watch sports”[/color] Her southern accent breaking through slightly. [color=yellow]”I come to get fucked up. Sometimes it involves drink, sometimes it doesn’t”[/color] She would take a large sip from the glass, downing the content in a single gulp before slamming the glass back onto the bar. [color=yellow]”Wonder what tonight is going to be?”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]”Playing pansy ‘n’ watchin’ sport is for pussies anyway,”[/color] Emily replies, downing her drink in the next gulp. Chick wasn't as lightweight as she seemed, impressive. [color=darkturquoise]”And what brings you to get pissed tonight, lost the ‘love o’ your life?”[/color] she then asks partly mockingly, turning in her seat to face the red head.

[color=yellow]”I just love drink. It makes life so much easier. Don’t need a lover if you got this baby here”[/color] With the drink gone, Jordan raised her arm and ordered the same again. More money down the drain. But it was for a worthy cause after all: The cause of constant intoxication. [color=yellow]”Got kicked out of my last place. Put a chicks head down a toilet. Not ma’ fault if she wanted my money”[/color] 

[color=darkturquoise]”Oath to that, alcohol ‘n’ one night stands,”[/color] Emily replies. As the bartender came over Emily holds out her glass. [color=darkturquoise]”I’ll have what she’s having,”[/color] she says, swiping the glass as soon as the drink was poured and trading it for the coinage change between her last drink and her pockets. She turned her attention back to the young woman and gave an impressed nod. [color=darkturquoise]”You feisty lil thing. I’m impressed,”[/color] she says, gulping down her new drink and mentally noting down to use that tactic in a bar fight one day.

[color=yellow]”Impressed? That is pretty run of the mill stuff for me. Sorta what I do. Go around from bar to bar and drink until someone starts on me and then beat them up and get kicked out”[/color] With a fresh drink in front of her, Jordan repeated the same process as she did shortly before, downing it in a single gulp like it was water. [color=yellow]”Hopefully this place will last. At least drinking is far better than my day job”[/color]

Emily chuckles, [color=darkturquoise]”If y’ think that you should meet my boss,”[/color] she muses, holding out her glass toward the bartender again. Emily was really ready to get fucked, and a bar fight sounded good too if she were honest. [color=darkturquoise] “What do ya do?” [/color] she then asks. 

That was an awkward question. How did she answer that one without giving away a secret as old as time [color=yellow]”Oh, just… pest control. Lots and lots of pests. Gotta keep the world pest free”[/color] She chuckled as she proceed to then buy and down a third drink, the alcohol now starting to kick in. [color=yellow]”Your boss sounds like a dick. Never met him, but he sounds like a dick”[/color]

Emily pulled a sour face. [color=darkturquoise]”I think anything is better than that. A pretty face likes yours should be in a better business,”[/color] she says, raising her glass toward the woman before gulping down her third drink. Well, her third drink from the bar, the flask whiskey didn't count at this stage. At Jordan’s comment about Al Emily chuckled. [color=darkturquoise] “You’re definitely right there,”[/color] Emily proclaimed, swaying in her seat. 

[color=darkturquoise]”Bastard pretty much tried to kill me yesterday,”[/color] Pretty much was an understatement considering he [I]did[/I] try to kill her but although her intoxicated mind couldn't stop her declaration of truth it could somewhat stop telling anything revealing.

[color=yellow]”If he was going to going to kill me... I would kill him first. Nothing says shut the fuck up like a uppercut to the throat”[/color] Jordan laughed and did a uppercut motion, clearly the alcohol was getting to her. [color=yellow]”If you don’t like uppercuts, baseball bats work just as well”[/color] Pulling out her wallet she emptied it of its remaining money, just enough for a final whiskey. Not that she wasn’t already plastered. Ordering her final drink she sighed [color=yellow]”Looks like this is going to be the last one for me. No more money”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]”Trust me, I was close,”[/color] Emily replies. [color=darkturquoise]”A good tackle and a fist,”[/color] As Jordan ordered her drink Emily did also. [color=darkturquoise] “Have another one after this, my shout,”[/color] she says, holding out her glass toward Jordan [color=darkturquoise] “Cheers,”[/color]

[color=yellow]”I can drink to that!”[/color] Jordan lifted her glass and tapped it against Emily’s own glass, before leaning back and once again consuming the drink effortlessly. Jordan leant across and hung her arm over Emily in a playful show of comradery, accidently pulling her sleeve down and revealing a part of her back. It was at that moment that Jordan noticed the flame-shaped mark on her back. [color=yellow]”Hey! Nice tattoo!”[/color] She slurred out of her mouth, struggling to connect the letters together.

As Jordan drank her whiskey Emily did so simultaneously, quickly replacing the glass to it’s spot on with a small [I]clang[/I]. At Jordan pulling her sleeve down Emily gave no more than a chuckle. If a little one like her could do it that meant that, even if drunk, whoever her victim tonight would be could easily pull her shirt off. In her clouded drunk mind she was about to state this out loud to her new friend until she interjected, talking about her birthmark. In most cases Emily told people it was a tattoo, even if she was drunk, but for some reason she was feeling super truthful tonight and the alcohol had seemed to stop the message of the consequences of her truthfulness. [color=darkturquoise]”Y’know. I tell most people it’s a tattoo but it’s [i]actually[/I] a birthmark.“[/color] she slurs, [color=darkturquoise] “How cool is that? I get a cool tat from birth and don't have to be jabbed by needles to do it!” [/color]

Jordan listened to what Emily had to say, but she was mainly fixated on the birthmark occupying her new friends shoulder. [color=yellow]”Awesome! It looks so cool!”[/color] Hearing Emily mention it was a birthmark caused her to release her grip and look back at Emily [color=yellow]”Get Out! I have one too””[/color] With that Hayley grabbed at the collar of her top and pulled it down to reveal the lilypad birthmark on her upper chest [color=yellow]”See!?”[/color]

At the mention of Jordan having one too Emily’s eyes widened. [color=darkturquoise] “Get out of here! Seriously?!” [/color] she says excitedly as Jordan pull down her shirt. For a moment even Emily’s twisted mind didn’t think about how odd it may have looked. [color=darkturquoise]“That’s sooooooo cool![/color] she says. [color=darkturquoise] “Wait. Wait!” [/color] she lowers her voice to a whisper [color=darkturquoise]”Are you magi too?!”[/color]

As Emily whispered, Jordan leaned in to listen, smiling as she did [color=yellow]”Yeah, yeah I am. I actually work for the Guild”[/color] Jordan was interrupted from her slurish speech by a hiccup. [color=yellow]”Yeah. I help catch all those pests that thinks its ok to rebel. When I can be bothered…. Alcohol is more fun, and Salem doesn’t pay me enough”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]”Wait, you work for the guild? That’s so funny! I work for the Dark Shadows!”[/color] Emily replies, still in the hushed tone. She then laughs for a bit on the irony of her new friend being on the other side of the fight of good versus evil. That’s when that fact properly sunk in. [color=darkturquoise]”Wait a minute! You called me a pest! How dare you!”[/color]

When Emily mentioned she worked for the Dark Shadow, she couldn’t help but laugh, her brain not registering the consequences of what she said. A few seconds later, it did however dawn on her, which just true another laugh [color=yellow]”That is because you are a pest. You and your silly friends trying to rebel. It’s almost cute”[/color] She said as she carried on laughing.

Emily quickly went from her cheery demeanour to fuming. [color=darkturquoise] “You can't talk. Y’all are just a bunch of self-righteous pricks! You think you’re doing the ‘right’ thing but deep down you all know you're just doing whatever will convince you bitches that you're righteous!” [/color] she spits back.

Jordan’s laughing came to an abrupt end when she was suddenly called a prick by Emily. That was it. Jordan was mad now. She raised her hand and proceeded to slap Emily in the face [color=yellow]”The only prick here is you! Thinking it is all edgy and ‘cool’ to cause chaos!”[/color]

Emily’s face was left tingling as Jordan slapped her. Not the first she had been slapped, not at all. In return, Emily backhanded Jordan as she had Al earlier but with a harder force. [color=darkturquoise]”We’re fighting for the right for magis to use their powers whenever [I]they[/I] choose. Besides, we’re not just in it to fuel our own egos like you asses!”[/color]

Jordan would let out a small gasp of shock as she was backhanded by Emily, her face moving to the side. [color=yellow]”Fine...”[/color] She let out a huff, blowing some hair out of her face that had been dislodged from the backhand. [color=yellow]”So that’s how you wanna do this then?”[/color] Jordan straightened her head back out and would start throwing slap after slap at Emily’s face and body, not particular power.. Or accurate, but fast.

At Jordan’s comment, Emily smirked before simply stating [color=darkturquoise]”Fight me, bitch,”[/color] and then she did, slap after slap. In return Emily slapped her back in the same fashion, fast and somewhat hard. She then stepped back, taking her advantage of her longer arms while continuing to slap Jordan over her body and face as well as slapping Jordan’s hands away from her.

It was going okay for Jordan until the bitch in front of her started to take advantage of the fact that she was over a foot taller and had a larger reach. Jordan was finding it harder and harder to try and hit Emily, but Emily was still coming down on her with slap after slap that was starting to leave behind a burning sensation. She needed to take back the momentum and decided to fight back by curling her left hand into a fist and uppercutting the taller woman in the right cheek. [color=yellow]”Take that you bitch!”[/color] She let out, panting heavily from the slap fest she had been subjected to.

At the punch Emily’s hand flies to her jaw as her eyes widen. She wasn’t expecting that at all. In a desperate attempt to do anything but stand there wounded Emily grabbed a handful of Jordan’s hair and yanked it back before punching her in the stomach. 

Jordan would let out a painful yelp when suddenly Emily grabbed onto her hair. [color=yellow]”Son of bi…”[/color] Her words were cut short suddenly when Emily punched her in the stomach, causing the petite woman to gasp and cough slightly. She would raise both her hands up and grab onto Emily’s redhead lockes, before tugging on it like there was no tomorrow.

As Jordan grabbed Emily’s hair she howled in pain. [color=darkturquoise]”You bitch!”[/color] she yells, using her free hand to backhand Jordan’s face again, ensure to drag the ring down her face. 

Feeling the ring scratch down her face Jordan would growl, the burning sensation left behind from the ring stung like hell. Growling Jordan would keep tugging on the hair [color=yellow]”Bitch! You forget I do this for a living!”[/color] With that Jordan jumped up, thrusting her knee up trying to hit Emily in the bottom of her chest.

Emily stumbled a little and the blow before looking Jordan squarely in the eyes. [color=darkturquoise] “That’s cute, but guess what, sweetie?”[/color] she replies condescendingly. [color=darkturquoise]” So do I, both in my day job [I]and[/I] in the bedroom,”[/color] and with that Emily swipes at Jordan’s legs with one of her own in an attempt to trip her.

[color=yellow]”So basically you are a whore”[/color] Jordan couldn’t retort anymore, as she was knocked to the ground, letting go of Emily’s hair and hitting the ground with a thud. The impact causes her to moan in agony, temporarily stunned from the crash.

Free from Jordan’s hold, Emily stretches her neck before walked to beside the woman. [color=darkturquoise]”You say that as if I should be disappointed. Actually, no, I’m not a whore,”[/color] she stomps on the woman’s stomach before bending down close to her face and whispering [color=darkturquoise]“I’m a slut,”[color]

Jordan coughed when she felt Emily’s boot dig deep into her stomach. The resulting blow caused spittle to escape her mouth too, as well as winding her. Stomps fucking hurt. Laying there she watched as Emily got in close and began to correct her on her misused terminology. [color=yellow]”Ohhhh… ok…”[/color] She started [color=yellow]”So you have even less self-worth as you don’t even charge for men to have their way with you!?””[/color] She balled her right hand into a fist and smirked at the woman leaning above her. [color=yellow]”So shall we see how much often that [i]thing[/i] of yours is used?”[/color]With that she launched her fist upwards, hoping to strike right between Emily’s legs.

[color=darkturquoise]”I call it my gift to mankind, I get a good time, he gets a good fuck and if he’s lucky he’ll only find himself short of a few notes rather than his whole wallet,”[/color] With that she looked at Jordan smugly, not expecting what came next. Once it came though Emily stumbled back into the table behind her. Her face turned to one of shock. Despite this, however, she could mutter out a mocking line; [color=darkturquoise]”Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, but I lean toward men but I’m sure there’s some whore women you can pay for their time,”[/color]

[color=yellow]”Trust me, i could do far better than you!”[/color] Jordan would roll onto her stomach and start to get up onto her hands and knees. Her back was still aching from the previous impact, so her speed at getting up wasn’t exactly the fastest. The rest of the bar patrons couldn’t help but be bewildered at what had caused these two...admittedly hot ladies suddenly start trying to kill each other. Some would recoil in horror and shock, but the majority would just watch with eager eyes.

Jordan finally rose to her feet. [color=yellow]”You ain’t bad, but you sure you wanna carry on? I am sure that moron Aloysius wouldn’t appreciate it if his cock-sucking lapdog came home all beaten and bloodied!”[/color] Jordan would rip the sleeves off her shirt and proceed to wrap them around her hands for a second while she spoke to Emily… shit was starting to serious.

At Jordan’s first comment, Emily smirked.[color=darkturquoise]”Well, we all know denial is the first stage of grief, but it’s okay, you’ll find someone almost as good as me someday,”[/color] Emily replies, a little more orientated after the punch, emphasis on the little thanks to the alcohol. [color=darkturquoise]”Always up for a good fight, but are sure you want to stay? I did have you on the ground and there is [i]much[/I] more where that came from. And don't worry about Al, he’ll be fine but if anyone's dead, it’s you. Are you sure you want to go on? I’m sure that [i]queen bitch[/i] Salem would love to learn one of her prissy do-gooders has been breaking the law. If you do come back alive she might kill you herself,”[/color] At Jordan’s sleeve-ripping Emily had the intoxicated need to one-up her. She gave a cheeky smile and pulled off her shirt, throwing it at Jordan’s face leaving her standing with only a sports bra covering her top half. She then cracks her neck while reaching for the bottle in the table behind her.

Jordan would let out a yelp as the former shirt belonging to Emily was thrown at her face, obscuring her vision. She spent a few seconds grabbing at the side, trying to yank it off her face. While she was doing that, the remaining bar patrons couldn’t help but start whistling at Emily’s body, clearly impressed by it. After finally removing the shirt and throwing it to the ground, Hayley could see the reactions that Emily was getting. [color=yellow]”Well gentlemen…[/color] She started calling out [color=yellow]”The good news is if you love her that much that you wanna whistle, she doesn’t charge a fee to go for a ride. So if you all form a orderly queue i am sure she can look after you all one by one. She seems to be that whore-ish anyway.[/color] Jordan finished talking and just raised a suggestive eyebrow towards Emily.

As Jordan scampers to pull the shirt off of her face Emily swipes the bottle from the table behind her, holding it behind her back. Initially she was going to run at Jordan while she was trying to rid the shirt from her face but needing to fumble for the bottle cost her a few seconds. That was when Jordan gave her speech and Emily chuckled before calling out. [color=darkturquoise]”But don’t worry, ladies of the room, little Jordan here is up for some girl on girl action and needs to get over the fact it won’t be with me! And I’m sure she’ll be happy for you men to watch if you’d be into that, she doesn't seem to be one to keep things private,”[/color] and with that Emily lunges forward with the bottle before attempting to hit her in the chest with it accompanied with muttering. [color=darkturquoise] “By the way, it’s not whore-ish, it’s slutty,” [/color]

[color=yellow]”Bitch! Please!”[/color] Hayley called out [color=yellow]”Unlike you… I have standards… I don’t sleep with any woman, or man. I actually get to know them first.”[/color] Jordan was going to make another comment about Emily being a whore when suddenly Emily dashed forward towards her, and brought a beer bottle down onto her chest. The impact caused the glass to shatter into pieces right away, and an accompanying screech from Jordan. It hurt. Badly. The pieces of broken glass would also rip parts of her shirt and leave small pieces lodged in her chest, and any attempt to remove them just forced them deeper down. [color=yellow]”Gah!, you piece of shit”[/color] Jordan let out as she turned to the bar counter and grabbed an unfortunate mans beer glass and threw the entire contents at Emily's face and chest.

[color=darkturquoise]”So do I,”[/color] replied Emily to Jordan’s first comment [color=darkturquoise]”It just happens over a short period while we’re drunk, not my fault that people have to resort to your personality before deciding if you're worth the time,”[/color] As soon as she flung the bottle Emily dashed away from it to avoid glass but still end up with a couple pieces on her, nothing that lodged into her though. [color=darkturquoise]”I mean, I prefer bitch but piece of shit works too. You sure you don’t want to give in yet?”[/color] Emily replies with a smirk, that was when Jordan threw the beer in her face. For the most part it would have been ineffective except a decent amount went right into her eyes. Emily hissed as her hands flew to rub her eyes furiously.

Jordan would just smirk as she saw poor little Emily rubbing beer out of her eyes. Finally Jordan could get to work. Walking over to the blinded slut, Jordan grabbed her by the throat and pushed her down onto the table, letting her legs dangle off the end. [color=yellow]”Ready to see how a proper fighter works?”[/color] While keeping her left hand across Emily’s throat to pin her down, Jordan used her free right hand to punch Emily in the face, and then just to cause more pain, she repeated the punch again. [color=yellow]”You Dark Shadow members are pathetic!”[/color] she teased.

As she was chucked to the table Emily winced at the sudden toss. She allowed Jordan to whack at her a few times, more out of not actually being able to do anything as she adjusted to the new uncomfortable position. She was sure she’d seen the flash of a phone camera in the process. She glared in Jordan’s direction before, with a lot of strain, replying [color=darkturquoise]“So where’s this good fighter?”[/color] before swinging her legs up then attempting to kick her captive in the stomach.

Jordan finally felt in control. She had finally managed to corner this bitch and start to cause some damage. Sadly it was cut short when Emily raised her leg and effortlessly planted her foot right into Jordan’s stomach. Jordan would cough in agony, as the force caused her to let go and fall down to the ground. Several patrons of the bar would let out a groan or wince when they saw what Emily did. Some could even swore they felt the impact of the boot. Jordan just sat there on the floor holding her stomach.

Emily triumphantly straightened up from her position and looked over Jordan. [color=darkturquoise]”So, where’s this good fighter you speak of? I’d like to meet them,”[/color] She replies. [color=darkturquoise] “No matter how pathetic we are at least we train well enough. Do you give in yet?” [/color]

Jordan held onto her stomach. She felt like she was going to throw up. And to make matters worse, Emily was now mocking her, and she could feel the anger building up inside of her. [color=yellow]”FUCK YOU!”[/color] Jordan shouted out, slowly climbing to her feet. [color=yellow]”I am not going to give in at all. Not to scum like you. You will have to break every bone in my body before I surrender”[/color] Jordan was about to throw a punch, when she was interrupted by the barkeep, who told them both to essentially piss off. Jordan just frowned and then as a evil idea came to mind, that frown turned into a smirk. [color=yellow]”Be glad to. I was taking the trash out anyway”[/color] Jordan reached out and grabbed onto Emily’s hair and began to pull her along to the fire exit at the back of the bar. Kicking the door open she swung Emily forward and let go of her hair, throwing her outside. Walking outside afterwards, Jordan slammed the fire exit shut, trapping them both outside. [color=yellow]”Just me and you now slut!”[/color]

Emily was triumphant, she had won, she felt it, but the bitch [i]still[/i] got up. At Jordan’s declaration Emily gave a smirk. [color=darkturquoise] “Good, I’ve always wanted a live punching bag,”[/color]. Unfortunately the bar keep came before Emily could make a move. She didn't really plan on having permanently make a longer trip to the bar but it seemed that might be her situation soon. As soon as Jordan started dragging her out Emily replied [color=darkturquoise] “If you're taking out the trash why do you need me? Are you too short to get in the dumpster by yourself?”[/color]. She allowed herself to be dragged out. [color=darkturquoise]”Fine by me, bitch, I’m not the one closest to death,”[/color]

One thing had become clear. Neither woman had grown tired of running their mouths. Both of them still had some bitchiness to give. Even if Jordan was weakened from Emily’s previous strikes. [color=yellow]”You forget, There is no one here right now. That means no one can save you. It also means we can up the stakes”[/color] Looking around Jordan spotted the perfect weapon. Walking over to the dumpster she picked up an old, albeit still functioning baseball bat. Sure the wood was slightly damp and rotten. But a bat was a bat. Swinging it around her arm with grace, it was clear that Jordan had some experience of using these kind of weapons. [color=yellow]”Do you realise how fucked you are yet? No more rules anymore slut. Prepare to die””[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]”You need to remember, no one’s here to save your dead ass either. I’m always ready to up the stakes, I was just warming up,”[/color] Emily watched as the woman sourced a weapon, a wooden one. She allowed the woman to have her fun, swinging the bat around and making a show of it. [color=darkturquoise]”Well not all that fucked as I was kicked out of the bar before choosing someone to spend my night with but neither were you, so even game. I can tell you, if anyone’s dying it’s you, smalltits,” she says. Emily makes no moves against her but crosses her arms, awaiting the first swing to light the hunk of wood on fire accompanied with a [color=darkturquoise]”Good try, bitch,”[/color]

Jordan went to swing the bat, only for it to suddenly catch fire. So it turned out that Emily was a Pyromage? This was going to be fun. A wide smirk spread across Jordans lips as she held the burning bat. [color=yellow]”You have no idea how fucked you are...and...my tits ain’t small, they are perky.”[/color] With that she attempted to swing the flaming bat at Emily’s chest before dropping it before she burned her hands. 

Emily just stayed still. Did Jordan not realise how ineffective the fire would be? Or that the bat was already quickly disintegrating? It collided with Emily’s chest, essentially disintegrating right there as the flames just faded off, a couple of sparks hitting the concrete ground before dying out. [color=darkturquoise]”Ouch, so painful, I can't believe the agony,”[/color] she mocks before quickly delivering a roundhouse kick to the woman’s side. Losing her balance a bit after her foot had hit its target and she stumbled a few steps.

Jordan just frowned at the mock that was apparent in Emily’s tone. She didn’t know that Pyromages were fire retardant. Still. Jordan could land another attack and everything would be fine. However, Emily had another plan and ended up smashing her boot into Jordan's waist, sending her flying off the ground and landing a few metres away from Emily. The impact of boot onto skin echoed through the alleyway, and Jordan was left sitting on the floor holding her side, coughing heavily. [color=yellow]”F...fu...fuck”[/color] she spat out.

[color=darkturquoise]”You ready to give up now, bitch?”[/color] Emily screeched. She’d done it, she’d won, she knew it. [color=darkturquoise]”’Cus I still got all this energy left and you're half dead,”[/color]

Jordan would slowly get up, her body hunched slightly to protect her already heavily damaged stomach. [color=yellow]”This isn’t over yet”[/color] Jordan held out her hand and summoned a sphere of water in her hand [color=yellow]”Last time I checked, water destroyed fire...”[/color] With that she would throw the sphere at Emily’s chest, it wouldn’t really knock her back much, water magic was crap at inflicting large scale damage, but it would at least soak her skin and sports bra to shit.

As soon as Jordan came back Emily groaned. Couldn't the woman just stay down? That was when she brought out her powers. The water sphere flew at Emily and burst of water covered her chest, running down her body, a few stray drops dripping down her arm. Emily was thankful it wasn't the middle of Winter or she would have been frozen. [color=darkturquoise]”Well, I know you wanted me but I didn't think [I]that[/I] much. I'm unsure whether I should be flattered or concerned,”[/color] Emily replies cheekily, forming a flame in her hand. She throws a single ball at her opponent’s chest. [color=darkturquoise]”Water may beat fire but fire beats human,”[/color]

Hayley had to react fast, throwing up a wall of water to absorb the fireball. She didn’t wanna tell Emily, but she had been in very few magic battles, and wasn’t used to the speed that someone could throw attacks. Despite her outwardly cockiness, Jordan was starting to consider the possibility that she may be outmatched. [color=yellow]”Nice try, but water always wins”[/color] With that, Jordan ran forward towards Emily, jumping up at the last moment retracted her arm and then sent it flying forwards, trying to throw a jumping punch at Emily’s face. A risky move, but if it worked, hopefully it could swing things back in the petite woman’s favor.

A little piece of Emily’s cockiness was booted as Jordan intercepted the fireball with ease but she didn't let it show, instead she summoned another flame in her hand, ready to plan her next move but Jordan came bolting toward her. Emily barely had time to comprehend what was coming, let alone act on it and soon Jordan’s powerful fist collided with her cheek and she groaned in pain, stumbling a few steps sideways.

[color=yellow]”See slut, I can still hurt you!”[/color] Usually, Jordan was gloating at this point as the poor bitch who challenged her was bleeding on the floor. Though this time round she was celebrating internally that she managed to land the hit. She tried to not let up though, she couldn’t allow Emily any time to recover. She ran over the retreating Emily and threw a second punch, this time aiming squarely for her nose. She wanted blood this time. That would show this bitch who was boss.

Emily stumbled, trying to regain herself but didn't get the chance because as soon as she was close to reorientating herself and Jordan came right at her nose with a decent smack. [color=darkturquoise]”FUCK!”[/color] she screams, clutching her nose. She sniffs a few times before removing her hand, a small trail of blood dripping from her right nostril. She looked at the woman in slight disbelief for only a moment before wiping the blood away, some more dripping down. She glared at Jordan before muttering, just loud enough for the woman to hear, [color=darkturquoise]“Die, bitch,”[/color] and delivers a flurry of blows from her nose down to her stomach. Not as hard as single punches yet still powerful and fast-paced

Jordan just smirked as she saw blood. She finally managed to do some proper damage,and seeing her opponents blood always made her giddy inside. That smirk was very quickly wiped off her face when she saw, Emily's reaction. Before Jordan could do anything else, Emily had dashed forward and began a barrage of blows at her. The first three hit her face and chest unhindered, but eventually Jordan was able to raise her forearms and block the punches. But then the punches simply moved down to her tender stomach, causing Jordan to cough heavily. She lowered her guard, and the punches moved back to her face. Emily had her in an impossible situation, where Jordan was the only loser. If she tried to retreat, Emily closed the gap. Eventually Jordan was able to get Emily to back off, but as soon as she did she began to cough harder and bend over. As she heaved and coughed, it would become apparent that a small stream of blood was dripping from her mouth. Standing up straight, the blood would end up decorating her face as a single stream of red liquid. [color=yellow]”Hope you are pleased with yourself bitch!”[/color] Jordan would use both of her hands to summon a jetstream of water aiming right for Emily, trying to completely soak her and force her to the ground. 

As Jordan stumbles back a large grin falls upon Emily’s face. Even if the bitch wouldn't give up yet, any damage was progress. [color=darkturquoise]”Why wouldn't I be?”[/color] she beams. That’s when the water came, shoving Emily backwards before forcing her to the ground.

As the stream of water hit Emily and knocked her down, Jordan just laughed out loud. [color=yellow]”Look at you slut… I didn’t know you were wet for me. You can hardly control yourself”[/color] While Jordan did enjoy her joke, she knew now was the serious part of fighting. Jordan would get closer to Emily, concentrating the stream of water at her face [color=yellow]”Pretty hard to breath when you have water pumping in your face isn’t it? I give it a few more minutes and I may even be able to drown a hoe”[/color] If Emily tried to move her head, Jordan would try and keep up with her. [color=yellow]”Imagine the headlines: Local Slut drowns on own wetness for smokin hot gal”[/color]

Em had a comeback, she had words but nothing could be said thanks to the stream of water constantly hitting her face. She could barely breathe and Jordan followed her movements… but her hands were free and Jordan was distracted. Knowing this she flung fireballs at Jordan’s legs as that involved less of a need to move her hands.

Jordan was adamant she had gotten the bitch. Then suddenly something impacted her left leg. Her leg suddenly began to get very warm. Looking down she could see that her jeans were on fire. Letting out a yell of panic she quickly turned the stream of water onto herself to put the fire out, soaking her jeans in the process. The lower left leg had completely burnt off, and her skin was now somewhat stinged as a result of the fire too.[color=yellow]”You Pyro bitch, these were my favourite pair of jeans. These were my drinking jeans… you… Pyroslut!”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]”Well you shouldn’t have brought them to a bar fight, shouldn't have you? But let’s get back to this wet thing, let’s reevaluate that. I’m pretty sure it’s your water and let’s consider where it is on each of us, hm? Like I said before, flattered but not interested,”[/color] Emily replies before turning and throwing another fireball in Jordan’s direction.

Jordan was slightly more prepared and was able to use a water sphere to intercept the incoming fireball. But it was starting to become easily noticeable that Jordan was slowing down. Most fights she had been in had been over in a few brutal moves, and her endurance for long haul fights had yet to be tested until tonight. Her inexperience in magic battles too didn’t help. [color=yellow]”Look, i already told you. I don’t sleep with Dark Shadow fuck hoes… though actually… I take that back… Tiberius… I would so do Ty….”[/color] Jordan would hunch slightly and cough again, a second stream of blood running from her mouth. It was clear that she definitely had some internal bleeding issues.

Emily was ready for another attack already but she wasn't ready for what Jordan said next. This sent Emily fuming, the prior night of drinking and punching a dummy was one thing but this was practically next level. [color=darkturquoise]”You don't deserve to even UTTER his name you bitch!”[/color] she yells. Although beaten and worn a surge of energy ran through, almost like the power of vengeance. From there she knees the girl in the stomach and when she doubles over forms a wave of fire over her fist and punches the woman in her already damaged stomach as hard as her body would let her.

There wasn’t any warning for what was about to happen. Suddenly Emily had shouted at Jordan and it only made her confused. Why was she acting like that? She didn’t get a chance to ask as suddenly Emily’s knee came into her stomach and hammered with enough energy it caused Jordan to double over, coughing more blood almost right away. Jordan thought that was the worst of it, but she was oh so wrong. The follow up fire strike lifted her off the ground, a good thirty to 40 centimetres before sending her tumbling back down. The impact had burnt right through her shirt and left a nasty burn imprint where Emily’s fist had dug into her. Landing on the floor, Jordan was violently coughing now, blood pretty much overflowing from her bottom lip. She would spit some blood out so she could talk for a second [color=yellow]”Why did you act like that?”[/color] More blood blocked her mouth, so another spit was needed to carry on [color=yellow]”Do you love him or something?”[/color] She could say anything else, as more blood was rushing upwards into her mouth.

As Jordan fell to the ground Emily just watched her with a fierce and steely gaze. [color=darkturquoise]”Drop the clueless act. I’m sure they would have told you triumphantly. Ty was one of my closest friends, and now he’s dead,”[/color] and with that Emily delivered a final stomp to her stomach.

[color=yellow]”Wh...hat!?[/color] Was the only word Jordan could get out until Emily stomped her hard that the pain and blood loss forcibly knocked her out. So now Jordan just lay there on her side, unconscious and limp, blood slowly dripping from her nose, mouth and a few, small trickles down her ears...almost the same way that Ty had been killed.

With that Emily slings the body over her shoulder, ragdoll style, and shuffles over to the dumpster with the lowest rim and tosses Jordan in. [color=darkturquoise] “Looks like you really did need help taking out the trash,”[/color] Emily mutters, and with that, too shaken and broken to care about finding a lover for the night, she heads back to the Dark Shadows headquarters. Shirtless, blood under her nose and on her back, marks on her cheeks and throat and soaking wet.