[h1][b][i][color=FFCB00][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a97e8983-b22c-4dfe-b2a2-4825bd67ff76.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FFCB00][b]Location[/b][/color]: Contest of Champions
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April wasn't doing great, and thankfully someone had her covered. The Hex Girls were really starting to lean on the squishier teammates, and Leah wasn't having that. Their magic wasn't easy to contain, with projections flickering in and out and waves of fire hitting them. They had more cohesion than Leah's team, but then again, their team supposedly didn't have people get disqualified for drugs, drop off, or fuck off to other planets. Dorian was doing a good job for strategy, giving a scattered team a plan. And, thinking of herself as a strategist, Leah agreed with what he was calling out. She'd have to talk to him after they fucking [i]annihilated[/i] these bitches.

Then Sabine went down. [i]Shit.[/i]

That was bad for two reasons. The first being that Sabine was their psychic, who could read their minds and turn them against each other and foil teamwork.

The second was that it pissed Leah off.

They needed to go on the offensive anyway.

[color=ffcb00]"Luna! With me!"[/color]

Leah dropped low and pushed off the ground. There was a small dust cloud left in her way as, for a brief half-second, she was fucking flying. Her right hand curled into a fist and cracked [i]hard[/i] across Thelma's nose. She was right in front of Thelma now, and she was going to take up as much of the whore's attention as was possible to give Andy a window to put her on her back.

And not in the fun way.

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Leah:[list][*]Health: 52/60
[*]Focus: 45/60
[*]Karma: 2/2
[*]Notes:[list][*]Edge when attacking with Smash.[/list]
[*]Action:[list] Leah spends 10 Focus on Smash, dealing 29 damage to Thelma.[/list][/list]
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