Herra sighed to herself as she walked forward, “This place really is creepy. Creepier since we got around that circle and now an endless maze of mirrors. I’m gonna die an old maid, and it’s all your fault.”
Looking around, she noticed the mirrors had changed. All the mirrors seemed to show the face of the harlequin woman with a grin on her face and nothing else.
“Welcome to the show girls,” the woman said, her staff in her hand. As she raised it and pointed it, all the images seemingly pointing at Herra, the staff’s tip glowed a dull green.
Herra’s eyes widened as she put her hands out and a wall of magic surrounded her and the green bolts of lightning that bounced off the mirrors slammed into and around her shield.
“Do something,” she glowered, glancing beside only to see that the Amazon Prince gone and she was alone.
Throwing her arms out in a pushing motion, she shoved the barrier out away from her and dashed forward. She turned a corner and saw the Harlequin. Still moving, she put her gunblade in front of her and a spear of ice shot at the woman. The woman grinned as it smashed into a mirror and shattered.
Herra used both hands and shot spears at the other reflections that appeared, shattering mirrors all around her.
Instead of falling down, the glass shards spun in place before starting to float to the ground like paper. Herra narrowed her eyes, and brushed her hair out of her face as she stepped back from the odd scene.
Looking around, she heard an echoing, maniacal laugh from behind. Spinning, she found herself smashed into a wall of mirrors by a green ball of force. The shards from these mirrors floated like paper too, allowing Herra to drag herself up, a stream of blood from her forehead.
As she stood,, she threw up a barrier and put a hand to her head. Her fingers came back red and she winced, “That had better Not Scar.”
Another bolt of lightning shot at her and is again deflected by her shield. She growled a low, throaty growl before switching her vision to more clearly see the magical weave around her. All around her the air rippled before smoothing out and flickering again.
“So,”she grinned, letting her shield down, “You either are barely able to keep this entire place enchanted or.....”
After the long pause, the Harlequin popped her head through one of the mirrors, “Or what?”
Herra’s smile went wide, “Or you are a mind mage with decent power but you are pushing it. Though, I don’t think you have the power to keep the entirety of this tent enchanted.”
“Bitch!” The Harlequin snarled and lightning shot out from all the mirrors surrounding Herra. The bolts arced over the blonde woman’s frame and started her clothes sizzling.
As the smoke died down, Herra stood, arms outstretched, completely unharmed. “I was right! This is an illusion. You picked the wrong girl to try that one on, clown.”
Ducking her head back into the mirror, the clown woman’s voice appeared to come from everywhere at once, her voice going into maniacal levels. “Just because you know it doesn’t mean you can break out.”
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Idly spinning her gunblade in her off hand, Herra knelt and put her right hand to the floor. She stops the swords spinning with the sword held in a reverse grip with the pommel end near her thumb, and the blade facing the ground. Uttering a few magic words, she brought the sword down into the splayed hand on the floor.
“You are crazy,” the harlequin screamed. “You are both pains in my ass!”
The blood from the wound started seeping into the floor and cracks began to form all around her, filled with the liquid red blood that started to bubble out.
Herra grinned widely as the cracks spread and shattered like glass instead of splintering like stone.
“You know,” Razor said. Her hand rested on the sheath to her sword. Tiny knives, which hung at her side, clanged together at her steps, “This place would actually be kind of cool if not for the, you know, murderous clown trying to kill us.”
She glanced beside her and took note that the only Herra traveling with her was a reflection, “Well, that’s not creepy or anything.”
A pop sounded and all the mirrors held the reflection of the harlequin woman, her staff pointed directly at Razor.
Her high-pitched, crazed voice came all around, “Welcome to the show girls.”
Razor narrowed her eyes as a bolt of green lightning bounced around the mirrors. Dodging to the side, she managed to avoid the first as it started bouncing around again.
“I think I can see why people fear clowns,” Razor said as she dodge another arc of the electricity.
She managed to weave clear of the first bolt, only to be slammed against an opposing mirror by a second. Shaking her head to clear the stars from her vision, she saw the Harlequin standing at the end of the hall, her staff raised in the air. Rolling to her feet, Razor dashed forward and threw a small dart of fire towards the woman.
The clown laughed as the fire dissipated right in front of her and brought her staff down with a thunderous crack. The ground in front of Razor shattered and the cement speared into Razor's calves, causing her to fall forward and land awkwardly with cement spikes holding her legs in place.
Wincing, she looked down, blood pouring from her wound. “That hurts.” Glancing up, she watched the clown flicker and vanish before the green electricity started zapping around again. Razor slapped a hand to the ground and another series of cracks ensued, causing plants to spring from the concrete, severing the spikes. Ducking the first arc, Razor used the vines to shatter the mirrors as the lightning bounced around.
Drawing her sword, she managed to deflect the lightning as it tried to attack her again. A flash of movement caught her eye while dodging and in a single motion she used her left hand to throw three of the knives from her scabbard straight at the harlequin.
The woman’s eyes widened as the blades struck true and passed through. The surprise that the woman could apparently go insubstantial distracted Razor enough that she got slammed from behind by the electricity and fell forward.
“Damn, that smarts.” Razor pushed off the ground and called her fallen sword to her hand with a tug of magic. Crouching, she closed her eyes. Not a minute passed before she snapped them open again and spun around.
“Quiet,” she mumbled to herself.
“What?” The harlequin’s voice echoed around her, “What are you talking about, scum?”
Razor cocked an eyebrow, “Can we please knock it off with that?”
A fireball flew through the air and into Razor’s back. Rocking forward, the Amazon scoffed: “Really? Is that the best you’ve got, bitch?”
All the mirrors that weren’t broken shattered, and the shards started to spin faster in the air before flying towards Razor with blinding speed. Razor put her arms down.
“Vine Wall,” she shouted as a thick wall of vines caught all but a few shards that cut into her skin.
Letting the vines fall, Razor looked at the desolate room in front of her. All mirrors were smashed and the floor pockmarked. “Okay bitch, let me out and face me. Unless you’re a coward, that is.”
The Harlequin began to rise from the floor as though it were water, “What are you babbling on about?”
“That.” Razor grinned, “I know for a fact you weren’t under the floor. I know for a fact that when we first entered this funhouse that I could hear the rides and attractions to the sides - something that isn’t remotely possible in a solid structure. I also know this is an illusion. Not even a very good one. I shouldn’t be able to stand at all on my legs after your spikes gouged my muscles to shreds.”
As the Harlequin’s face started to twitch, she shouted “Both of you are pains in my ass.”
As if in response to her words, cracks started to form along the building and even the Harlequin. The cracks seemed to drip a thick, deep red blood as they started to spread.
“Well, that’s ominous.” Razor said as the remnants shattered.