[b]Lynn[/b]

Before coming on-board the Promise, Lynn could think of two situations that ranked as absolutely fucked as this one was. She was beginning to suspect this was just going to be a regular occurrence.

Lynn did not fight as Salamandra pushed her backwards, privately thankful she had a moment or to to gather herself. Wheezing, Lynn tried to stand but felt her head spin around a bit. She blinked blearily and looked around her. [i]Oh, fuck me,[/i] Lynn thought, forcing her fire down. Between her and Salamandra and the amount of smoke Lynn had been throwing out and whatever burning the floor of the restaurant had accomplished, there was a notable lack of breathable oxygen in the air. Lynn's body was pretty damn resistant to poisons, but even she needed breathing air. Lynn forced her flames down to a more manageable level, treating what was more than likely a death sentence as nothing more than a mild irritation. It was hard to be furious at biochemistry when the lower half of your nose was pretty close to a thirty degree angle. Salamandra was gearing up for a haymaker, and Lynn did her best to take a quick assessment of how she was doing and where she was at.

The answer was that she was fucked. Lynn was thrown off from vomiting so violently, and even for a girl who fought to the bitter end, the throbbing pain of her nose was wearing her down. Not to mention she now had a tremendous weak spot right on her face for Salamandra to take advantage of, and Lynn no longer had the speed to butterfly float around punches. Not that any punches were coming her way - Lynn figured Salamandra was going to close the distance, pin her down, and pound her nose until it was the consistency of Gennedy's moral backbone.

Lynn's backup plan/mutually assured suicide pact came through with the form of a refrigerator that tagged Sally shortly before melting into refrigerator plasma and going out the wall. Lynn turned to face Archie, powering down as much as she dared with Salamandra so close by. The lizard made eye contact with her - [i]Wanna go tango in the kitchen, scaleface?[/i] - before heading outside. Lynn considered this as a pretty mixed blessing. On the one hand, Lynn had watched enough WWE to know that smashing an appliance over someone's head was a definite boon in combat. On the other hand, Archie was now fucking off killing God knows who, and it was going to be that much more of a pain to track him down later. Lynn attempted to look outside to see what he was doing, but the thick steam and smoke in the restaurant made that pretty much impossible.

[i]Okay,[/i] Lynn thought as clearly as she could through the pain and the smoke. [i]Positives is that her arm looks like it's first-day-in-prison fucked. Negatives are that I have maybe two good bursts left in me, no clothes to burn, and I can only breathe through my mouth.[/i] The arm, Lynn realized, was much more of a boon than she had initially thought. [i]She can't grapple,[/i] Lynn thought, wildly and desperately. Lynn crouched down lower, hoping to salvage a bit more air closer to the ground. As she'd dimmed down her flames, she'd felt her head begin to clear up a bit. [i]I'm gonna pull that bitch all the way off.[/i]

Lynn gave her a wide, bloody smile, her front tooth gone. Lynn thought about trash talk, but noticed her mouth filling with blood. [i]Well, if the vomit worked, fuck it, let's hang onto that too.[/i] Lynn didn't know if Salamandra was near her breaking point in terms of how much heat she could take, or if she even had one. But for the first time, Lynn was starting to feel cocky. She was going to have one hell of a time putting down Scaly Boat Farmer in a few minutes, but Salamandra was looking at least manageable for the first time in the fight. Lynn didn't have a tremendous amount left in her reserves, but she now opted to shift her strategy - with all the extreme heat in the room, and as much as she'd pumped into Salamandra, she was content to just let the bitch simmer. Lynn was going to keep what juice she had left for her haymakers and only try to flare back up if she got tangled up with her again. 

Lynn stood up, naked, blood running down her chin and throat, hair a rippling blue sprawl. She smiled at Salamandra and started walking closer, more cautiously than her initial approach. Lynn was going to let her make the first move, and react accordingly.