come the fuck on

[hemomancer]

It's a bright New England winter day. Xan and Leo have elected to take the tunnels from Poe dorm to the Powers Theory classroom, because regardless of their Exemplar ratings, they're still from California and it's eight degrees out. And the tunnels have central heating. Glorious, glorious central heating.

In the middle of an extended diatribe against artificial turf, Xan opens the door to Schuester Hall, which is... not the door to Schuester Hall.

Xan peers at it. "Are we being pranked or something? Has someone not been informed that I piss napalm?"

"You bleed napalm," notes Leo. "If you were pissing it we'd have a medical issue on our hands. Somebody could've thrown up an illusion, but I don't really see the point of replacing Schuester with... a bar? With some chick inside? Like, what, we're going to whip out our fake IDs and get in trouble? But Mom always says that if you can't see the point of a trap then whoever set it is smarter than you are. Let's go down the hall and take the south door."

"Jesus Christ," Xan mutters, hauling Leo in by the arm. "Let's avoid the cool-as-shit magic bar, he says. You're such a fucking girl."

Leo makes a noise of protest. "I'm working on that! And I object to your manhandling!"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

They behold the bar. It's a very nice bar. It has a window to some exploding stars. "Huh. I'm... pretty sure that's magic of some kind," notes Leo.

"So am I, dipshit, we're both wizards."

"Just making conversation."

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[stonedtimewitch]

"[Don't underestimate my abilities with controlling men's bodies,]" she says, not being as actually malicious about her inappropriate comments as she was the night before. She looks Leo up and down and then shrugs. "Xan, am I allowed to kick your boyfriends ass?"

[hemomancer]

Xan looks over incredulously in between jumping jacks. "You kidding me? I'd pay to see that! If it weren't for the fact you're doing it anyway."

[stonedtimewitch]

"Can I still get paid?" she asks, cracking her knuckles. She is doing the creepily serene variant of her scary smile. "Don't worry Leo, I'll make sure not to hit the important bits too hard."

[hemomancer]

"I'll pay if you're shirtless," he suggests.

[fortheliving]

"Veto. Obviously."

[in_like_a]

"Can we try to break the veto?" asks one of the unknowns.

[fortheliving]

"This is not a democracy, Ariel."

[stonedtimewitch]

"[No it obviously isn't because I would have voted for someone more sexy.]" She has managed to go through every crackable knuckle. "Okay teacher, explain to me how this works."

[fortheliving]

"Take five, everybody. Kool-Aid, as usual, by the east wall. Leo, in five, you're going to be fighting this one. No weapons, no powers. Victory by tap-out or referee declaration; referee is me, obviously. Questions, comments, concerns?"

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara undoes the needles in her hair, they would just be too tempting to use if she were wearing them. "No questions, just try not to stop it before it gets fun." And then she goes for the sugary drinks.

[callmeleo]

"Fun is as fun does."

After the refreshments have passed, Leo faces off against Damara in a circle in the middle of the arena. He assumes the crane pose and issues an ironic anime martial arts beckon.

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara bursts out laughing, she doesn't break her simple fighting stance to do so but its very clear she'd be doubled over if she wasn't taking this fight seriously. "Xan, I want one of these, where do you go to find them?"

And then she goes for the safest move she can think of to open up the fight, a punch towards his balls.

[callmeleo]

Leo brush-blocks the fist and returns a roundhouse to the head.

He's fast, but he's not some blurry-limbed ninja. Also, his form's pretty sloppy for a Whateley kid.

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara ducks underneath the kick. She is not the most physically strong of people, but she knows how to best use whatever power she has. To her the mistakes in Leo's form are painfully obvious, the kind of thing that would have gotten her a broom in the face if she had done that while learning.

She kicks at his leg, not hard enough to break anything but hard enough to trip him.

[callmeleo]

He moves back, but only quickly enough to lessen the force of the blow. Somewhat frantically, he throws a jab at her face.

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara moves to the side, the jab going right past her. This entire fight is working much better then the Midol at getting rid of her headache. "Stop panicking," she commands, smiling. "If I gave enough of a shit that arm would be broken. Take a deep breath and fight me proper, I hope you are not this sloppy in bed."

Her breathing is steady and measured, anyone with martial arts experience who looks at Damara could tell that she has been very well trained. She switches styles entirely, very suddenly closing the distance between them as opposed to dancing around him. She aims an elbow strike in Leo's stomach, hoping to knock the air out of his lungs.

[callmeleo]

It does just that! He chokes for a second, but centers himself and returns a decent snap-kick.

"This- isn't my- specialty, you know! I'm a freaking wizard!"

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara sees two choices before her, to end the fight quickly or to be deeply inappropriate. She picks the latter, rushing forward and taking the kick to her side. She braces herself as much as she can and leans up, trying to kiss leo on the cheek in an attempt to toy with him.

[callmeleo]

She doesn't have to lean up that far! Leo's pretty short.

The kiss elicits a perplexed expression, some wavering in his stance, and an attempt at a close-in gut punch, in roughly that order.

[hemomancer]

(And, from the sidelines, a wolf-whistle. Naturally.)

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara considers the punch in the gut completely worth it, even is she is disappointed that she didn't also get an embarrassed blush out of it.

She tightens up her stomach, instinctively doing as she has been trained to do when Leo's fist makes contact with her. She keeps her stance strong as she weighs her options, and then decides that since magic is apparently a thing in this world that ending the fight with a quick chop at Leo's neck would not be too big of a deal.

[callmeleo]

Leo makes a shrill little noise of pain, doubles over, and claps a hand to his neck. "Ow, fuck! Okay, done here! Tapping out! Sky, help?"

The angel walks into the ring, pries Leo's fingers away, and pokes the afflicted area. "You got his cranial nerve pretty bad, plus a good chunk of the nastier muscle groups. He probably couldn't move his head without crying for a week if I wasn't here. Nice work." A faint golden glow materializes around its hands, flowing into Leo's bruised skin and slowly fading the angry color back into his usual skin tone.

"Good game," Leo contributes, still bent. "But next time can Xan get the shit beat out of him instead?"

[stonedtimewitch]

"Thank you for the fight," Damara says in her sweetest possible voice with an overly polite bow. She walks over to the refreshments table again. Her headache is almost completely gone and sugary juices will probably take care of the rest.

"[Enjoy the show, teacher?]"

[fortheliving]

"[You're very good. Who taught you?]"

[stonedtimewitch]

"[My mom and an asshole who wore too much white,]" Damara says. attempting to sound nonchalant. "[Its a long shitty story, there is much better pillow talk about me to be had.]"