[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3LuWzeu.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/bGx3G0Z.png[/img][/center] [right][sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Location:[/b][/color] Right in the fucking thick of it (lol this was prophetic) [/sub] [sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Marcy Interactions:[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24]Jonas[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow], [color=cadetblue]Beks[/color] [@Krayzikk][/sub] [/right] [sub]☠ [color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte[/color] ☠ [color=e03c31]20, Fifth Year[/color][/sub] [hr] A shadowed hound snapped at Marcella, but before it could reach her two of Creboros’ jaws sunk into different parts of the dark beast’s flank and tore it asunder. His owner placed a steady palm on his back, waiting to find a better target to send him towards. She surveyed the battlefield, staring down Lovecraft’s newest boytoy. Ten minutes of pure grindhouse and that’s what they throw at us? Its appendages bent in ways that appeared vaguely human, with knees and elbows. But its tail and the protruding, sharp bones made it seem as though it was something corrupted. She didn’t recognize it from her time in Hades. No, it wasn’t a monster of the underworld. Her glare returned with a smile confirmed that. No monster of her father’s domain would dare cross her, let alone begin open combat through such cowardly means as to ambush her. A proper villain would have challenged her, they would’ve wanted the name of the beast that felled Hades’ daughter. They were predictably driven by a singular ambition of creating an easy life for themselves. No beast of hell was this cocky around a team of demigods, let alone the princess of hell. Even if they were, they definitely weren’t this vocal about it. Marcy opened her mouth to tell ‘Shadow’ exactly how weird his flex was, but Jonas single-handedly took the vanguard. The daughter of death knew it was to be expected of her hulking friend. He had most likely discerned a weakness in the creature’s stance or was biding time for Bekah’s. Marcy’s head snapped back to the Athenian just in time to intercept the magazine. She watched Bekah mix in the road flare to the shotgun cartridges. [color=e03c31]“You’re a crazy bitch Beks.”[/color] The secondary magazine and absolute indefatigable purpose landed with her. [color=e03c31]“Understood.”[/color] When the daughter of Athena asks for flames, it was your job to deliver. And gauging by the rate of fire of the weapon, she didn’t have time to be delicate. As Jonas’ assault of yew and Bekhah’s of flame began Marcella got to work. Give the rate of fire of the weapon at play, she’d have no more than fifteen seconds to replace her friend’s magazine. 15 seconds, she thought. Marcy wrenched a shell free from the magazine, popping it into her mouth and uncorking it in order to get a better look at its contents. She made the calculation in a matter of two seconds before thrusting her hand into the Earth. She scanned the frontlines as Jonas and Bekah continued their assault on Shadow. A hound flanked around Creboros. It’d make a fine target. [i]13 seconds.[/i] “Devour the foolish sacrifices that grovel on thy land.” Marcy's voice was met with nothing but alacrity from the Earth. She felt pieces of minerals separate, elements channel and change into the earth until finally an ashen icicle jutted through the shadow’s sternum, impaling it with a glacier nearly eight feet tall of pure magnesium. She heard some cheering from the lake but she stowed the jubilation, the bulk of the task still remained. [i]11 seconds.[/i] The thunderclap of Bekah’s weapon punctuated Marcella’s steady heartbeat. [i][b]Bang. Bang. Bang.[/b][/i] Her hand grasping hold of the raw magnesium, molding it in her palm until it formed a fine powder. She commanded the brass caps of each shell to separate as she filled each of them with a mix of gunpowder and magnesium, that took six seconds. She clenched her fist and the shells each sealed themselves shut as if they’d never been opened. Save for a small engraving of a winking face and her signature. [i]5 seconds.[/i] Marcy’s fingers delicately, quickly moved. Each shell flew through the air, the magnesium and brass was enough for her to manipulate each cartridge back into the magazine. Bekah fired her last shot at the smoky creature, [color=e03c31]“Bekah, Incendiary rounds coming in hot!”[/color] Marcy’s voice came loud and fast as her arm whipped the magaze like a baseball directly towards the Athenian. [i]Time![/i] Marcella had given Bekah the tool she needed to bring the flames of the underworld to this small little lake party. Who said the girl didn't know how to party?