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

Tory twitched residually as the electricity stopped coursing through him. He lay on the ground on his front, propped up by his spikes-- sort of. Some of them had dug into the soft forest floor, so he was removing himself like a tent-steak, just as the shamblin' ramblin' man ran up on him. 

[color=#CBABCB]"NOOO,"[/color] screeched Tory, [color=#CBABCB]"NO EAT ME!"[/color]

Zombie grabbed him in the worst hug and, like a trapped animal, Tory began thrashing about so violently, that even the Zombie was having trouble keeping a grasp on him.

And then he squirted blood.
Every single spike on his body simultaneously FIRED OFF [i]VIOLENTLY[/i]-- only a half inch out of him before flopping uselessly to the forest floor. Tory went extremely limp in the Zombie's arms, becoming a very heavy dead weight, as he squited another gout of blood, and passed out.

... for about five seconds.

[color=#CBABCB][sup]"Ahhhh,"[/sup][/color] Tory weakly screamed, spikeless, covered in blood, and still being held by a very undead gentleman... and then he was hit with the taser again.



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Tilting backward, stumbling as she did so, Mariah's parasol wooshed as she completely didn't contact the mass of person she should have. Regaining her balance, Mariah caught sight of Kara with the flag in hand. Things had happened quickly. [color=#F3128D]"Puchata!"[/color] Mariah shouted, taking quick stock of the situation, and deciding that giving chase was probably her best bet. Gritting her teeth and getting just a little bit pissed off, Mariah found herself sprinting after Kara in a very 'Bout to mow a bitch down' kind of way, with her umbrella closed and pointed toward Kara, as if she were a knight with a Jousting lance.

But then something caught her eye.

Purple light-- bones floating about-- Madison came speeding toward Mariah. Now, anyone who's seen a rugby match knows what happens next, because Mariah weren't no [i]bitch[/i]. Chills ran up and down her arms and warmth rose within her chest-- the orange glow of her Parasol flared brightly, as if it were a fire someone had thrown fuel on-- and there was the war-flame courage kindling her abstraction. 

Mariah felt as if she were practically flying over the ground, each step placed perfectly on even ground, and her feet dug into it perfectly as she sped forward, planted one foot, stabbed her parasol forward a she opened it-- so that Madison may meet the soul-less gaze of Hello Kitty-- as she went in to meet Madison's push with a goddamn fully committed [i]shove[/i]. Bellowing like a ratchet hood warrior, Mariah declared, [color=#F3128D]"Get outta'ere, skank!"[/color] No matter what she was meeting, Mariah was dead set on overpowering her, cause if you ain't a winner you're last.