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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Somewhere Alone in the Forest with Jinxing
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Musical Mystiokinesis, Combative Magic, Singing, Guitar[/center][hr][hr]
	 Waverley stumbled back as she watched a small forest of vines burst forth from Emily's thrown seeds, wrapping around the pit scorpion and holding it down in a tight grip. As Emily rushed forward, sword in hand, Waverley pulled out her own weapon, a small baton crafted from imperial gold, and she held it out in front of her. She visibly cringed when she saw it. Still she held onto it, though, right up until the moment Emily took a breather and spoke to her.

	[color=A020F0]”Uh, stabbing's not really my thing...but I guess I could go ahead and sing. I don't know if I can kill it, but I can try. Let’s just hope it doesn’t going awry,”[/color] the young probatio replied, shoving her blunt weapon back into her belt. She then swung her hand out in front of her, summoning her real weapon: her instrument. The massive church organ stirred as its musician called it to her hand, inching toward her slowly, before quickly picking up speed until it was flying through the air. Admittedly, an organ flying through the air at her made Waverley clench her eyes shut tight, flinching backwards. But as it flew, it morphed, shrinking back to its guitar form, landing snuggly in Waverley's hand. It stung, like a baseball thrown too fast, but it was better than being crushed by an oversized piano. Waverley's eyes flickered open, and as soon as she saw the guitar in her hand, she got into a playing position and began to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rypT2qMO1RY]play[/url].

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These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you[/color][/i][/center]
	As Waverley's fingers danced along the strings of her guitar, resulting in a melodic rhythm filling the air. As she played, she poured her wish into the music: she wanted the gross bug thing dead. She didn't care how it was done: a massive can of Raid, an enormous rolled up news paper, or - or a giant boot, which was what began to form. It stitched itself together above the creepy crawly, starting with the thick metal toe, followed by the gargantuan leather body. Within seconds, it was a full boot, just as oversized as the pit scorpion. The shoe dropped down forcefully onto the creature, delivering a crushing blow to it. But even after the scorpion was pinned under the weight of the boot, it twitched and struggled, trying to escape its botanical prison. 

	 The boot sat there unmoving as it struggled, causing Waverley cringe as she played, looking on apologetically as the creature writhed in pain. She'd been hoping for a clean kill. She hated seeing anything resembling an animal suffer, even if it was a monster. The universe seemed to hear her pity in her music, for, within a few seconds, the boot flew back up into the air, and fell once more, this time flattening the monster with one final strum of the strings from Waverley. 

	[color=A020F0]"Woah...was that me?......Nifty,"[/color] she mumbled, breathing heavily from the encounter. Most of her combat experience was from training, and while this wasn't her first showdown with a monster, it was most certainly her first showdown with a big monster.