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[center][sup]The Gay Grove[/sup][/center]

Hector didn't even have the chance to say huh, because that part of his brain was slow to react, just like the rest of him, when those taser claws were fired at him. By the time he looked down, all he could do was scream, [color=#CBABCB]"NO, MY BALLS,"[/color] as the voltage of the stun gun coarsed through him, from the taser darts dug firmly into the crotch of his shorts. Firstly, the fact he wasn't immediately a writhing mass of dude on the ground, was the first indicator something was very Florida Man about him. Indeed when, secondly, a set of foot long bony SPIKES errupted from his nipples, followed by several more spikes bursting from random points across his body, of varying length and size, there was a very hefty indication that [i]something[/i] was wrong here. 

Hector grabbed the wires and gave them a tug-- A LOT OF TUGS-- dude was either trying to tear the thing apart or take it out of her hand, either way, he was spewing a God Conjuring Amount of Curses in the most rapid Peruvian Spanish ever heard in Florida... before he literally fell to the ground with all his joints locked up. As he lay there he continued cursing inbetween electric shocks.
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[quote=Isla][color=f26522]“Alright, you know what, it sounds like a great idea. Maybe I can take them on a wild chase by blinking aw aboot the place. Then if needed I can blink in and teleport, uh, Vashti out, ay? I ain't able to teleport people more than once every so often, but if it works out I can grab you when you get the flag."[/color][/quote]
 Mariah's brows knitted together and she stared at Isla. She took a breath, licked her lips, then squinted at Isla, [color=#F3128D]"Wha--"[/color]

[quote=Madison][i][h2]"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"[/h2][/i][/quote]
Go time-- Mariah watched Emily drag herself across the ground, flapped her flamenco fan about, then picked up a jog toward the field. First abstraction she cast was on Emily, while shouting, [color=#F3128D]"Yea-- good way to draw attention, sis!"[/color] This abstraction manifested as a rather STUPID looking orange ARROW pointed to Emily-- one that even Mariah was confused about. As she put her hello kitty parasol between her and the other team, Mariah tossed her second spell toward Vashti, whispering something about, [color=#F3128D]"Keeping it low key,"[/color] before she turned her attention back to the game. The only thing Vashti would be able to see as a manifestation of the abstraction would be a very slight orange fog around her feet. Mariah charged into the fray like she was a born sprinter-- probably helped by the fact she was tall as shit-- and she locked eyes on whichever FLYING WITCH was going to dive the flag first. 

Like some kind of Warborn Mary Poppins, Mariah caught said Coven member on the outside of her parasol, tilted it a bit, while shouting, [color=#F3128D]"Lárgate de aquí, pendja!"[/color] She'll try to catch them, use their momentum in order to Counter-Yeet them away from their projected landing space. Now, all that was left to do, was keep bashing people about in order to keep the flag blocked and-- Isla.

While she was an afterthought, Mariah did eventually fan flip toward Isla, once again conjuring the weird arrow which pointed at Isla-- serving to draw attention to her as more people focused on her... Which meant that the more they focused on Emily and Isla, the less they would think about Vashti-- who was enchanted to become more and more ignorable, as people focused less on her. 

... or that, at least, was the intended effect. Truth be told? All of her abstractions other than the one on her parasol likely did [i]jack shit[/i].