Both women’s eyes snapped open and they saw they were standing in a room surrounded by mirrors. Between them and the mirrors was a fine net of arcing green energy. On the other side of the energy cage stood the harlequin woman.
She had her nose pinched between two fingers with her eyes closed, as if trying to ward away a headache.
Herra’s grin was predatory, “IllusionBreak migraines are a bitch, aren’t they?”
“You’re quite snippy when you’re mad. That’s hot,” Razor snickered softly to Herra as she saw the clown crack open her eyes.
“You whores,”the clown interrupted any comment on Herra’s part. “I will dice you to pieces and serve you to the tigers.”
Razor cooed, feeling the illusionary pain in her calves finally receeding completely, “I wanna meet a tiger, but not quite meat for a tiger, so I think we’ll have to pass.”
“You don’t have a choice!” the woman screamed. Putting her hand up, she slowly closed it. While it closed, the energy net starts began to shrink towards the captives.
Rolling her eyes up towards the net, Herra sighed, “That’s it? Your plan is to dice us with the cage? I just broke your illusion. You really think this isn’t easier?”
The woman scowled and the glowing lines of the cage brightened as they continued to come inward. With her weapon raised, Herra slashed forward and a (Color) line of energy lashes through the netting almost effortlessly. The torn threads snapped back and the entire cage started to pop and crack as the electrically charged threads snapped back on themselves before dissipating into green motes floating to the ground.
Turning her eyes back to the clown, Herra dryly asked: “Got any more?”
“Is there another of you? Because I love that spunk and vinegar you’ve got here.” Razor said with a grin, her hand resting lightly on her sword hilt.
“I do have a sister,” Herra said, her attitude sweet and warm as she looked at Razor with a charming smile.
Razor raised her eyebrows, “Oh? Well, she must be divine to look at if you’re any indication.”
“She gets a lot of …” Herra was quickly interrupted when a green ball of energy passed between the two.
Glancing up at the clown, the pair sees her almost seething, “How can you ignore me in the middle of a fight? You are insane. Both of you!”
“We’ll talk later,” Razor flashed a smile at Herra before drawing her sword and looking at the clown woman. “Fine. You’ve got our attention.”
“I don’t want your attention! I want to kill you!”
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Herra raised an eyebrow, “Really? Then why did that miss us both?”
The harlequin raised her staff and started to respond when Razor dashed forward and slashed with her sword. The woman’s eyes widened and she threw up an energy barrier by instinct, stopping the sword a hair’s breadth from her face. Razor pulled the sword back and, using the momentum from the spin, drove her left fist into the woman’s jaw.
The force of the punch knocked the woman back and into a mirror. The mirror shattered and the glass rained down on the woman, cutting her exposed face.
Herra grinned as she watched the woman start to get up groaning. She held her hand out and the water in the air congealed and hardened, forming shackles of ice around her hands and feet. Herra pulled her hand down and the woman, who was up into a crouch as the ice formed, was pulled downward towards the ground. She glared at Herra and the ice started to melt.
The woman snapped her head back towards the onrushing Amazon only to see a knee collide with her face. Razor grinned as her knee connected, “Falcon Kick.”
Razor stopped as the woman’s head snapped back and she broke free from the ice and flew back towards the building’s wall. The Harlequin woman’s nose was bent at an angle and blood ran over her mouth and down her chin as she screamed, sending a barrage of energy bolts flying towards Razor.
The bolts all winked out of existence a foot in front of Razor and appeared from the same direction behind the Harlequin. A barrier of force appeared in front of her as she got to her feet and then all the bolts smashed into it.
“You whores are going to die!” she screamed as the cement floor all around them shattered and made a ring of spikes around her.
“Always with the demeaning language,” Razor said with a sigh, “Not that is the main reason I’m going to stop you, but it’s a good one.”
A section of spikes was dissolved halfway up as Herra dropped a barrier in front of herself, glaring at the woman with hate in her eyes. A couple of small spikes were by Herra’s head and from each one small locks of blonde hair drifted towards the ground.
“We’re going to die?” Herra asked, her voice as cold as the frost building around her, “I think that’ll be you.”
The woman growled as a ring of green energy shot from her and smashed around her. Herra just puts her arms up and makes a barrier as two balls of ice continue to grow in her hands. Razor uses her arms to block the majority of it and winces as the energy cuts gouges in her flesh.
After the wave passed, Razor jumps up and flips as Herra lauches her ice balls. The first ball hits the woman and the other is bounced from an energy barrier. Hitting the vertex of her flip, Razor keeps her arms in front of her and the outside edge of her forearms started to glow.
“Razor’s Edge,” She said and pulled her arms down and out. As she did two lines of energy shot out crossing just as they hit the woman and cut into her like with a blade.
Landing she brought her sword in an upwards slice. The harlequin getting cut and howling in pain, her barrier keeping her from being bisected.
The woman thrust her hand out and a pure concussive shockwave blasted Razor across the ground, to land with an audible crack against the side of one of the spikes. Tipping her head to the side Razor coughs out a bit of blood, “Oh that’s not good.”
“Ha-ggckk” The woman starts laughing, only to get slammed from the side by a column of pure electricity that shot from Herra’s outstretched sword. The force of the blast picked the woman up and sent her through the thin plywood side of the building and out into the park.
Herra runs over to Razor asking, “Are you okay?”
Razor sat up and spat a bit more blood from her mouth, “Yeah. I think so. Bit my tongue but okay.”
“That’s good,” Herra says smiling as a slight white-green glow emanates from her hand an Razor winces, “Sorry, I’m not good with healing magic.”
Razor grins and pulls her head from side to side, stretching her neck muscles before looking out the hole, “I can tell, but thanks anyway. Any little bit does help.”
She steps through and continues talking, “But let’s go see what our little clown is up to.”