Time to step up

[Akirapryde]

Even before Richard could complete casting his spell, Rebecca saw the magic pooling around him. She didn’t take the time to figure out what the spell was doing, she just knew that it was a Mind spell. She unleashed her own counter spell unweaving the spell before the spell could take effect. ‘Oh no you don’t’ she thought as she countered the spell. Everything unraveled at that point.

While the loss of the spell effect didn’t hamper Richard’s attack. Rebecca hoped that in denying him the help of magic, that it would drive his anger. However, within that moment, Rebecca had little choice then to take the blow to the face and the hook. She attempted to lessen the force of the impact rather than dodge it outright. She used her athletes and dexterity to allow her body to flow with each of the hits denying what damage she could.

Still the impacts were solid and she felt each of them. The blow to her face whipped her head backward sending her hair flying about her head. The hook knocked her off balance and caused her to stumble backwards. She stumbled for a split moment and then fell ungracefully across a nearby coffee table. As glasses and candles were tossed about from the table, Rebecca landed heavily on the ground on the other side of the table.

Rebecca whipped her head up after she land and felt the flow of blood dripping down her lip. her blood boiled, it was the sweet spot that she loved so much. That point between rage and anger, where her control was tested to its fullest and her thrill was at its greatest. Despite the what her emotions wanted, she knew that she couldn’t loss control. She had to keep her mind about herself as she fought to keep that monster deep within her at bay.

She looked up at Richard who was still standing there on the other side of the table. More out of instincts than thought, she picked up a small candle and whipped it at Richard’s head. She didn’t care if she hit or not. It was meant only as a distraction. She pulled her leg back as the item left her fingers. With all her might she kicked the table forward, slamming it in to his shins.

Her hope was to either knock him off his feet or knock him back. Either way, she needed space and time to get back to her feet before he attacked again. She didn’t wait to see what would happen with the candle and table. She used her next action to get back to her feet. She could see the look on his face but she didn’t know if this was another one of his games or if he was really feeling the emotions. She simply couldn’t tell. And because of this she was forced to continue.