by SunnyJustice » Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:56 am
Maple scowled at Richie, shaking her fist at the ridiculous boy. She wanted to punch him again. And repeatedly, until he was unconscious, but she would not stop there. "My sister what?" she exclaimed, her normally-dark voice rising to a furious shout. She was going to strangle the next person she saw. With a flare of anger, she threw open a closet door -- breaking the thing partially off its hinges -- and threw a couple of overly ornate swords across the room. They had originally been purely for decorative purposes, but that didn't mean they couldn't be used properly. They clanged against the wall, making dents when their hilts struck. Luckily they did not land on their blades, so they would be kept sharp. Maple didn't even take a sword, she grabbed a walking stick that also doubled as a spear.
The doorbell rang. Maple heard a mocking, deep voice.
"Hey, little guy. We're gonna kill your mom if you don't get to the beach!"
Maple was about to yell something awful, but she heard two pairs of heavy footsteps racing away. "Let's get them," she said threateningly, making a move for the door.
"That's what I thought," Gingko muttered before one of her spear blades came swinging at her. She didn't even move, just deflected it by the shaft with a hard backhand. "What was that?" she demanded unhappily. "You do not use a spear like a sword. If you get into a swordswoman's duel with a spear, they can just cut the shaft in two." She shook her head in disappointment, then continued to remark on the leadership issue. "Look, Amber, leaders are calm. The way you have been behaving lately is not. I have faith you will improve, but you must give the effort!"
With that, she threw a punch straight at the girl's face with uncontrolled strength behind the attack, expecting her to dodge it rather than deflect -- which would end badly.
Apricot was still in all her clothes, and with a glare she climbed out of the river, running at full speed like a wolf about to tear its prey to shreds. She was not nearly as graceful as her Cepan, in fact she looked completely inhuman, more murderous than a Mogadorian. "You're going to pay for this, you dumb blonde," she shouted, letting out a verbal essay of creative old English curses. She yelled in shock when Esme suddenly stopped. "Wait, no!" she roared, frantically backpedaling, but it was too late. Apricot couldn't stop and crashed facefirst into the cabin wall.
With a groan, she landed hard on the ground. Ashamed of her ridiculous behavior, she got to her hands and knees and crawled behind the cabin so nobody would see her bloody nose.
Struck silent, Rowan headed after Sam at a slower pace. He felt a familiar bond pulling him to the old shack, like a bungee cord tied him to something -- no, someone -- in there. When he finally reached the place, he was blushing too much to look at anything except the ground.
"Rowan? Is that really you?"
"Uh, yes ma'am. Sorry about the disappointment," he joked in the most awkward voice he had ever used, "it's only me." He threw his arms around his old friend, trying not to sob out loud. "No, I'm not crying," he insisted with a slight sniff. "I'm just too happy to see you, ma'am. It's nothing personal."