[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Random Forest – New York City
[color=#DDA0DD][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Illusion Casting; Hand to Hand Combat; [/center][hr][hr]

     The bees Antoinette casted succeeded in making Nightlocke rather angry but it didn’t terrify her like Antoinette had been hoping for. She took a step back to regroup and think of something else, but as she did, she got slammed by exploding cards. It sent her flying backwards until she hit the ground and hit her head. 
     Antoinette was rather disoriented for a moment before she managed to sit herself up. Her hand immediately went to her head and she pulled her fingers away to reveal blood. The amount of times they had all hit their head, it was amazing none of them had brain damage. 
     Antoinette shifted and pushed herself to her feet once more. The pouring rain wasn’t helping matters and that limited Antoinette’s ability. She let the thought of fire go and just tried to concentrate on taking Nightlocke out.
     She kept her illusion of bees but instead, tried to shift them so that they were on fire. Antoinette saw no shift in her illusion and slowly the bees faded from existence. She looked around at those fighting and felt a twinge of self-pity and doubt. What was she even doing here? She wasn't a fighter like these people but she had to try, at least so she wouldn't be killed. 
     Focusing back on Nightlocke, Antoinette ran for her in an effort to attack. She missed her target but her dad's voice filled her head, reminding her what to do next. She shifted back onto her rear foot, turned and hit Nightlocke with a hook to her head. Nightlocke stumbled back from the force of it and Antoinette raised her hands to protect her face but was ready to strike again. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Mystery[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Random Forest – New York City
[color=#DDA0DD][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Illusion Casting - Sensory Inducement; [/center][hr][hr]

     Mystery attempted to sidestep Guin’s attack but she still ended up on her back staring at the sky. Mystery started to laugh before she pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at Guin. She grinned at her question and shrugged. She looked down and picked off invisible thread from her outfit before she sat up.
     [color=#DDA0DD]”Your Annie must be quite boring if you didn’t know she had this in her. Maybe I should pay her a little visit, show her what she is missing out on.”[/color] The fire around them started to dim thanks to Klara’s water. Mystery let that minor annoyance go and got back to her feet to answer Guin’s next question. [color=#DDA0DD]”Unfortunately, my tragic backstory is quite unremarkable and like most mutant little girls, my mommy and da were killed in front of me. Would you like to see?”[/color]
     Before Mystery could show Guin her parent’s death, Haze’s counterpart was hit in the head by flying rocks. Mystery turned around, her eyes sparkling with fire and anger as she glared at Exodus. [color=#DDA0DD]”Back off, she’s mine. Worry about Quicksilver 2.0,”[/color] she suggested before turning back to look at Guin.
     Mystery stalked towards her downed prey, a smirk on her face as she twisted her right hand around and around, weaving physically what she was trying to do mentally. 
     Fire poured from Mystery's mind into Guin's, however, her first attempt failed but Mystery pushed harder and broke past the barrier into Guin's mind. To Guin it would feel like her head, brain, all of it, was on fire. There was no fire to be seen but the raw sensation if it would hopefully be enough.
     Still a foot away from Guin, Mystery crouched down, her hand still rotating slowly like a snake. The hand movement was unnecessary but Mystery did like adding creative flair to her attacks. 
     [color=#DDA0DD]"How does it feel?"[/color] she asked, her voice a low purr.