On a Thursday evening - or I should say late-evening - at Rock Creek Park in Washington, D.C., part of the Baltimore-Washington area, Cinnamon, who wears a blue-and-white sports bra and a high-waist skinny jean shorts and a pair of pink-and-white sandals/sneakers. She’s hunting for evil creature at the moment, walking down on the Western Ridge Trail looking for a werewolf, a vampire, a demon, a monster or any other evil creature to beat the crap out of. Currently, she’s one of the few evil creatures hunters in the park which is currently closed for the evening....and the rest of the evenings as well.
When Rock Creek Park closes at evenings, evil creatures can take over. Which meant that evil creature hunters would love to, you know, hunt for evil creatures in the park at nights. Because not only it's because they love to protect the residents of Washington, the citizens of USA and the world, but also because it's fun. Really, really fun.
Not every evil creature hunter would come to Rock Creek Park every freakin’ night at once; since evil creature hunting is a hobby, many evil creature hunters schedule one day or two days to, again, hunt for evil creatures. Some evil creature hunters schedule for at least four to five days. A few of them scheduled every day. Every. Single. Day. One of the few is the main subject of this scene, who is, if you don't remember by now, Cinnamon.
Now where was I? Oh yeah, the part where Cinnamon is walking down the trail. Got it. So she, again, walks down the trail. As she heads near a road, she stops, looks and left to see if anything pass through, and starts walking across Ridge Rd NW and continuing on the trail.
While Cinnamon was walking, she has a walkie-talkie watch placed at the center of her right arm. And it's on...because she’s on the one end of the call. And it's on speaker mode.
On the other end of the call is Cymberly, who is wearing a blue-colored v-neck t-shirt and a high-waist blue skinny jeans - just like Cinnamon - and pair of gray-and-white sneakers and is sitting on a pink-and-black gamer chair, glancing at two computer monitors that placed on the monitor shelf of her computer desk. Both of which contains screens that are the product of the evil creature tracker app. One of which is the live map, which tracks where hunters are headed and where evil creatures are up to. The other is The Information Database, which contains, ahem, information about almost all the evil creatures. It's almost blank of course but that's because Cymberly hasn't clicked on any of the red icons - which indicates evil creatures...so they are called the red evil creature icons - yet.
Oh yeah let me finish touring Cymberly’s bedroom: besides the monitor shelf, there's a keyboard shelf where her keyboard and mouse - and her mouse pad - and two bottom shelves placed at both the left and the right sides of the table respectfully; the left-bottom shelf is where she placed her CPU inside and the right-bottom shelf is where she placed her information books - regular information books such as news and topics and stuff like that, not evil creature stuff - and other things like music CDs.
Besides her gamer chair, her computer desk and everything on it, Cymberly’s bedroom also include, of course, the bed. The bed that’s her own. As well as two desks near the left and the right sides of her bed. And then there's a closer full of clothes and pants and all. And then there’s a draw full of her underwear. And then I start to realize that I'm getting off topic; I suppose to be talking about Cinnamon hunting for some evil creature, not navigating her BFF’s bedroom like an HGTV reality show.
Oh I almost forgot: Cinnamon and Cymberly are BFFs, okay. Got it? Good.
Anyway back to the scene: as I was saying, before I got off-topic, Cinnamon is on a walkie-talkie call with Cymberly while she's doing, as I’m saying this once again, evil creature hunting.
“So Cinnamon, how's the walking?” Cymberly asked.
“How's the walking?” Cinnamon asked as if her BFF was asking her a question.
“Yeah,” Cymberly said.
“Pretty good actually,” Cinnamon said. “Nothing bad on my feet.”
“Okay,” Cymberly said with a nod.
“Hey did you find an evil creature yet?” Cinnamon asked.
Cymberly paused her mouth for a second as she searched for any red evil creature icon heading towards the big bright blue human icon - an icon that is only applicable to the user, whether it's the user itself or a person that is known to the user if said user is on mission control. In the latter case, since Cymberly, the user, is doing her mission control duties, it's her BFF Cinnamon whom the user's experience of the live map identifies as the big bright blue human icon - ever since they started doing their usual evil creature hunting night just fifteen minutes ago.
“Anything?” Cinnamon asked as she continues walking.
“Nope,” Cymberly said with her head shake.
“No?” Cinnamon asked.
“Nope,” Cymberly said it twice while shaking her head again. “There's no indication as of right now as of this moment that there's an evil creature or some kind of an evil creature heading towards you.
“Okay,” Cinnamon said.
“What about you?” Cymberly asked.
“What about me?” Cinnamon asked.
“Yeah,” Cymberly said.
“Hmm I don't see an evil creature sneaking out towards me or coming towards me out of the blue as of this point,” Cinnamon said.
“Nothing?” Cymberly said.
“Nope,” Cinnamon.
“Okay good,” Cymberly said. “Let's continue.”
Cinnamon continued walking down the Western Ridge Trail. At the same time, back at Cymberly’s bedroom, as Cinnamon continued walking, the big bright blue human (which, again, indicates Cinnamon) - as shown on the live map shown Cymberly’s main computer monitor - is moving as her BFF walks outside.
Less than minutes later, Cinnamon is almost near the end of the trail, well, the first part of the trail. At the same time, back at Cymberly's bedroom, the big bright blue human icon moves towards a cross way trail that is Western Ridge Trail continually from the trail of the same name.
“You find anything?” Cinnamon asked Cymberly again.
Cymberly is checking any signs of an evil creature on the live map; right now there's zero signs at the moment.
“Nothing, none,” Cymberly said.
“Okay,” Cinnamon said as reached towards the crossway. “Well, which way I should go?”
“Which way?” Cymberly asked. “Um, doesn't matter.”
“Okay I go left,” Cinnamon said as she turned towards left.
At the same time, back the live map on Cymberly’s main computer monitor, the big bright blue human icon tilted towards its left and starts moving down left on the second part of Western Ridge Trail.
Back outside, Cinnamon is still walking...until a mysterious sound startled her. So much so, that she stopped walking and looks around.
At the same time, back at the live map on Cymberly’s main computer monitor, the big bright blue human stops moving and slowly spins around, indicating that her BFF must have heard a sound of an evil creature that is probably near her.
“Wait you found something?” Cymberly asked.
“Huh?” Cinnamon asked as she didn't hear her question the first time around.
“Did you found something?” Cymberly asked.
“Yeah I think I did,” Cinnamon said. “Is there an indication?”
“Let me see here,” Cymberly said as she’s still checks out the live map. At that moment, she started to see a red evil creature icon heading towards the big bright blue human icon in its northeast direction.
Back outside, Cinnamon is waiting for an answer while still looking around to see where the fuck did the sound came from.
“Yes there's an indication,” Cymberly said.
“There is?” Cinnamon asked.
“Yep, there's an evil creature coming from northeast so you better start ready from this point on,” Cymberly asked.
“Okay,” Cinnamon asked.
As Cymberly saw that the big bright blue human icon is currently tilted towards southwest.
“Hey Cinnamon can you turn around quick?” Cymberly asked her.
“Okay,” Cinnamon said before she starts turning around.
At the same time on the live map, the big bright blue human icon start moving again, this time slowly spinning from southwest to northeast. When it reaches northeast, the icon stops once again.
Back outside, Cinnamon has already turned around towards her right side, now facing where the incoming evil creature is headed towards.
“Alright Cinnamon, here comes that fucking evil creature,” Cymberly said as she watches the red evil creature icon inching closer towards the big bright blue human icon, meaning that the incoming evil creature is inching closer towards her BFF.
Back outside, Cinnamon hears the same mysterious sound getting closer and closer. That said mysterious sound that is (*&*already*&*) turned out to be coming from that incoming evil creature, who, is, edging closer towards her.
Then the incoming evil creature has came out of the shadows and it press the bottom of both feet, starting to slow down, picking a very slight pile of dust and debris in the process, until it reaches close to her. Now the evil creature, who wears a sports bra and skirt, believing to be female for sure but hasn't confirmed yet, is standing in front of Cinnamon, who, in turn, has now to face this evil creature face-to-face.
At the same time back at Cymberly’s bedroom, Cymberly has just watched the red evil creature icon come facing in front of the big bright blue human icon, which very well indicated that, again, her BFF is facing an evil creature.
Back outside, Cinnamon is glancing at the evil creature with a sports bra and a skirt, who in turn glancing at Cinnamon.
“Well well well look what I got here,” the evil creature said.
“Well well well look what I got here,” Cinnamon said, mocking the evil creature.
The two stand silently for a brief moment. No lips movement out of both of them. No lip movement out of Cinnamon and no lip movement out of the evil creature with a sports bra and a skirt. Then the evil creature with a sports bra and a skirt starts opening its mouth again.
“Looks like you’re the one aiming to get a beautiful ass-whuppin,” the evil creature said.
“Nope,” Cinnamon said as she shook her head. “It looks like you...are the one aiming to get a spicy-hot ass-whuppin.”
“Huh?” The evil creature laughed out.
“Yep I'm not aiming for my beautiful ass to be whupped in a beautiful fashion,” Cinnamon said.
“You’re not rooting yourself to get your butt kicked?” The evil creature.
“Nope,” Cinnamon said.
The evil creature laughs out again. “You're hilarious,” it said.
“Excuse me, what?” Cinnamon asked with an unamused look on her face.
“I said you’re hilarious,” the evil creature said.
“Hilarious?” Cinnamon asked.
“Yep,” the evil creature said as she nods. “Hilarious as fuck!”
“Ohh so I'm hilarious, huh?” Cinnamon said as she slowly nods.
The evil creature continues to nod its head, answering ‘yes’ to Cinnamon’s question.
“Well guess what?” Cinnamon said. “Guess fucking what?”
“What? What is it?” The evil creature asked.
“What is it?” Cinnamon said as if the evil creature is asking her a question
“Well it will be more hilarious when I kick your hilarious butt RIGHT NOW!” Cinnamon shouted at the end of her sentence while creating cycles of wind circulating around her at the same time, blowing her hair in the process. She then proceeds to SWING her right foot forward SUPER SIDE-KICKING the evil creature in the chest with SUCH SUPER POWERFUL FORCE that not only sends the evil creature flying in an INCREASED RATE, but also it GENERATED A POWERFUL BLAST OF WIND blowing everything in the evil creature’s path.
Once the evil creature got sent flying away from her, Cinnamon, for a brief moment or so, begins to dissipate her circulating wing energy, stopping her hair from blowing in the process. She took a deep breath, wanted to speedrun towards the evil creature right now.
But before she nearly does, she got interrupted by her BFF, wanting to know...what had just happened.
“Hey BFF,” Cymberly said.
“Yeah,” Cinnamon said.
“What the fuck did it just happened?” Cymberly asked.
“What the fuck did it just happened?” Cinnamon asked.
“Yeah,” Cymberly said.
“Well what happens was me and this bitch evil creature are having some sort of a contest to who roots to get their butts kicked to death,” Cinnamon explained.
“You two have some sort of what?” Cymberly asked as she didn't hear it clearly.
“A contest,” Cinnamon said.
“Oh...okay,,” Cymberly said.
“And she was telling me that I'm the one that is rooting to get my ass kicked when she know good and well that it's she that be the one who gets her ass kicked because, you know, she's a fucking evil creature,” Cinnamon said.
“Whoa whoa wait,” Cymberly said, interrupting her BFF. “Who is she?”
“Who is she?” Cinnamon asked.
“Yeah, who the fuck is she?” Cymberly asked.
“Well the evil creature sound like a woman...,” Cinnamon said.
“Uh-huh,” Cymberly said.
“...looks like a woman...,” Cinnamon said.
“Uh-huh,” Cymberly said it again.
“....acts like a woman...,” Cinnamon said.
“Uh-huh,” Cymberly said it yet again.
“....dress like a woman...,” Cinnamon said.
“Uh-huh,” Cymberly said.
“...well she doesn't actually wear a dress but still she dresses like a woman,” Cinnamon said.
“Wait?” Cymberly asked, interrupting her BFF again. “How come she dresses like a woman but doesn't wear a dress?”
“Well she--,” Cinnamon almost gonna answer, describing what the believed-to-be-a-female evil creature is wearing.
“Ohhh she wears t-shirts and jeans,” Cymberly said, interrupting her BFF yet again.
“No,” Cinnamon said as she shook her head. “She wears a sports bra...”
“A sports bra?” Cymberly asked.
“Yeah,” Cinnamon said.
“And what else? A thong?” Cymberly said.
“A what?!” Cinnamon asked as she reacted to what the eff that her BFF had just said.
“A thong,” Cymberly said.
“A thong?” Cinnamon asked.
“Yeah is she wearing a fucking thong?” Cymberly asked.
“No she doesn't,” Cinnamon said.
“No she doesn't?” Cymberly asked.
“No, no she doesn't,” Cinnamon said.
“Then what the fuck does she wears on her bottom?” Cymberly asked.
“What the fuck does she wears on her bottom?” Cinnamon asked as if her BFF is asking her a question.
“Yeah,” Cymberly said.
“What if you let me finish my answer, girlfriend, then I would tell you what she fucking wears on her bottom?” Cinnamon said.
“Oh okay,” Cymberly said. “Well then tell me what she fucking wears on her bottom?”
“Okay she wears a skit...thank you,” Cinnamon said.
“She wears a skit?” Cymberly asked.
“Yes she does,” Cinnamon said.
“Oh okay,” Cymberly said.
“I have a question,” Cinnamon said.
“Yeah,” Cymberly said.
“Is she really a she?” Cinnamon asked.
“Is she really a what?” Cymberly asked as she didn't hear it clearly.
“I said 'is she really a she?’,” Cinnamon said.
“Girl, what are you talking about?” Cymberly asked.
“I’m talking about is this evil creature actually female,” Cinnamon said. “Because, like I said, this evil creature sounds like a woman, looks like a woman, acts like a woman and almost dresses like a woman.”
“An evil creature behaving like a woman,” Cymberly said as she come to her senses.
“I just want to know whether if this is the case or not,” Cinnamon said.
“Ohh, I know what you're talking about,” Cymberly said. “You want me to check to see if this has been confirmed.”
“Correct,” Cinnamon said.
“Okay let me see,” Cymberly said as she placed her right hand over her mouse and starts moving it, moving the mouse cursor - that is on her main computer monitor - in the process. As she moves the mouse cursor, she hoovers it over the red evil creature icon that is now currently far away from the big blue bright human icon. When she clicks on it, The Information Database on her secondary computer screen changes its screen to a loading page. After a second, it changed to an information page loading from top to bottom in a second like high speed-ass internet. That information page contains info in regards to the evil creature with a sports bra and a skirt.
“Find it yet?” Cinnamon asked.
“Oh yeah,” Cymberly said.
“Okay who is that evil creature?” Cinnamon asked.
“That evil creature is a demon,” Cymberly said.
“A who?” Cinnamon asked.
“A demon,” Cymberly said. “It's a demon who had emerged from the north woods of Western Ridge Trail.”
“Okay is it a she?” Cinnamon asked.
“Girl, I can tell you that this demon is...a female,” Cymberly said. “A bonafide female.”
“Okay I knew it,” Cinnamon said. “It's been confirmed, right?”
“Yep,” Cymberly said.
“Okay where is she now?” Cinnamon asked.
“Where is she now?” Cymberly asked.
“Yeah,” Cinnamon said.
"Let me see here," Cymberly said as she glances at the live map. To describe more detail on where the red evil creature icon - which, again, identifies the female demon - is currently near Capitol Stones which is next to the Rock Creek Park Maintenance Yard.
"Any info on her whereabouts yet?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yes," Cymberly said. "She's probably at Capitol Stones, right now."
"Capitol Stones?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yep," Cymberly said.
"Okay...by the way," Cinnamon said.
"Uh-huh," Cymberly said it yet again.
"I forgot to ask you: what's her name?" Cinnamon asked.
"What's her name?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
Cymberly glances at her secondary computer monitor and checks out The Information Database again to find the name of the female demon. "Oh her name was The Baroillain," she said.
"What?" Cinnamon asked.
"The Baroillain," Cymberly said.
"The Baroillain?" Cinnamon asked.
"That's her name," Cymberly said while nodding.
"The Baroillain," Cinnamon said.
"Yep," Cymberly said.
"And The Baroillain is near Capitol Stones, you say?" Cinnamon said.
"Yep," Cymberly said it again.
"Okay I'm gonna look for her," Cinnamon said.
"Right now?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah, talk to you later," Cinnamon said before she SPEED RUNS away from Western Ridge Trail.
At the same time back at the live map of the evil creature tracker app, the big blue human icon - which, again, identifies Cinnamon - is moving fast away from the trail and moving across Ridge Rd NW, Rock Creek Park Grove 20 South, Ross Dr NW and moving towards another trail.
Cymberly glances at the big blue human icon as it, again, moves fast.
Meanwhile at Capital Stones, The Baroillain is lying down on her back for a few seconds. Then she starts slowly sits up, pulling her back away from the ground and pulling her upper-body forward.
At this point the wind has already blown trees and tree branches as well as picking up dirt and debris in the process. The dirt and debris are dissipating as soon as The Baroillain starts to regain consciousness.
As The Baroillain starts pulling her lower body off the ground, she got startled by someone showing up towards her with incredible speed while picking up dust and debris in the process.
It's Cinnamon...again; she had reached towards The Baroillain in about three seconds.
"Okay so you just kicked my ass," The Baroillain said to Cinnamon.
"Yep," Cinnamon said.
"My bloody damn ass," The Baroillain said.
"Shut up, your ass isn't bloody," Cinnamon said.
"My ass isn't bloody?" The Baroillain asked.
"Nope," Cinnamon said. "At least not yet."
"Not yet?" The Baroillain asked.
"Well it's not gonna be bloody," Cinnamon said.
"It's not gonna be bloody?" The Baroillain asked.
"Would you please shut the fuck and let me talk?" Cinnamon asked.
"Okay," The Baroillain said.
"Now where was I?" Cinnamon asked herself.
"You were talking about her ass is not gonna be bloody," said Cymberly, who overhears their conversation through her BFF's walkie-talkie watch.
"Okay thank you BFF," Cinnamon said to her.
"Wait, who's that on your phone?" The Baroillain asked Cinnamon.
"None of your business," Cinnamon said.
"None of your business is on your phone?" The Baroillain asked.
Cinnamon kisses her teeth. "That's not what I meant," she said. "But since you're an evil creature, I would love to see you dead right now."
"You would love to see me what?!" The Baroillain asked.
Cinnamon kisses her teeth again. "You know what, fuck you," she said before she SWINGS her right foot upward, SUPER KICKING THE BAROILLAIN in the chin, sending the female demon flying upward while also GENERATING a SHOCKWAVE that damages another pile of trees and tree branches well as picking up yet another pile dust and debris all within its radius.
The Baroillain was flown up in the air and away from Washington, D.C. in an instant.
At the same time back at the live map of the evil creature tracker app, Cymberly sees the red evil creature icon started increasing its size slowly.
"Holy Mackerel," Cymberly reacted.
"Yeah holy mackerel is right," Cinnamon said. "I did something with great shit."
"Was that a kick or a punch?" Cymberly asked.
"It was a kick," Cinnamon said.
"A kick?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
Meanwhile at the air, The Baroillain is currently flying away from Washington, D.C. with INCREASED SPEED resulted from the sheer force of Cinnamon's kick.
Back at the ground and at Capital Stones, Cinnamon continues to talk to her BFF.
"So it's a kick?" Cymberly said.
"Mm Hmm," Cinnamon said.
"A kick with great shit," Cymberly said.
"Correct," Cinnamon said.
"And the kick with great shit causes shit to blow you in the face, huh?" Cymberly said.
"Yep," Cinnamon said.
"Are you okay?" Cymberly asked.
"Am I okay?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"Yeah I'm okay," Cinnamon said. "It's just that---"
"You hair is kinda messed up?" Cymberly asked while interrupting her.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Messed up as fuck?" Cymberly asked.
"Um...not much," Cinnamon said.
Back at the air, The Baroillain is still flying with increased rate, now flying away from the mid-atlantic, and now flying away from the United States (as a whole).
Back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the red evil creature icon is still continuing to increase its size, now hoovering over the big bright blue human icon.
"Okay, which part of that demon's body do you kick on?" asked Cymberly, who continues to watch the red evil creature icon continue to size increasing on her main computer monitor.
"What?" Cinnamon asked.
"Which part of that demon's body do you kick on?" Cymberly asked.
"Which part?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"The chin," Cinnamon said.
"The chin?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"So you kick the demon in the chin?" Cymberly asked.
"Correct," Cinnamon said.
"That was great, girl," Cymberly said. "Keep up the good-ass work."
"Thanks BFF," Cinnamon said.
"You're welcome," Cymberly said. "Now don't stop and leave because I strongly-ass believe that this fight with The Baroillain won't be over."
"She's coming back down, right?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yep," Cymberly said.
"When?" Cinnamon said.
"It doesn't say," Cymberly said.
"What?!" Cinnamon reacted.
"Yeah, the evil creature tracker app doesn't have the ability to estimate the exact time of when evil creatures - when they got kicked to the air - are coming back down," Cymberly explained.
"Oh," Cinnamon said.
"The only thing to know whether the evil creature is coming back down is to watch the red evil creature icon on the live map starting to decrease in size," Cymberly said.
"Hm-mm," Cinnamon said.
"Therefore, when the evil creature tracker app starts to decrease in size, that means that the evil creature - that indicates the icon - is coming back down," Cymberly said.
"Oh okay," Cinnamon said.
"That's the only thing you need to know when the evil creature is gonna come back down," Cymberly said.
"So has the icon been decreasing yet?" Cinnamon asked.
"Not yet but it will be," Cymberly said.
"Okay," Cinnamon said.
Back at the air, The Baroillain is still flying with increased rate, now flying away from the United States, and now about to fly away from the world.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly is still glancing at the evil creature tracker app's the map, still watching the red evil creature icon is continuing to increase its size.
Back at Capitol Stones, Cinnamon is still standing near the stones while waiting for the evil creature to fall down. In the intermediate moment, she starts looking to see if anything from anywhere has been coming towards her.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly is still watching the red evil creature icon while hearing dead-ass air for about two to three seconds of dead-ass air.
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Then the air is no longer dead because Cinnamon opens her mouth yet again.
"I have a question," Cinnamon said.
"You have a question?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Sure, what's the question?" Cymberly asked.
"Are there any other evil creatures heading towards me right now?" Cinnamon asked.
"Any what?" Cymberly asked as she didnt' hear it clearly.
"Are there any other evil creatures heading towards me right now?" Cinnamon asked again.
"Not that I know of," Cymberly asked.
"There's none at the moment?" Cinnamon asked.
"No," Cymberly said.
"Okay, good," Cinnamon said.
Back at the air, The Baroillain was almost gonna fly away from the western hemisphere...until she suddenly stops and floats in mid-air.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's live map on Cymberly's main computer monitor, the red evil creature icon stops size-increasing.
"Okay I think The Baroillain is started to come down in a moment," Cymberly said to Cinnamon.
"She's coming down?" Cinnamon said.
"Yeah," Cymberly said. "So you gotta---"
"Step back?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah, take several steps backward," Cymberly said.
"Okay," Cinnamon said before she starts walking backwards.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly is now hearing her BFF's footsteps but she can't see the big bright blue human icon on the evil creature tracker app's live map because of it still being hoovered by the red evil creature icon, which is, again, paused for the moment.
Back at Capital Stones, Cinnamon is walking backwards, walking backwards towards those heaps of sandstone, which were - according to facts - used to be the old eastern front of the U.S. Capitol Building but was taken apart and placed into Rock Creek Park so that the U.S. Capitol Building can rebuild its eastern front.
Back at the air, The Baroillain is still floating in mid-air. Until she starts slowly falling down, straight down, straight back down towards earth.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's live map, the red evil creature icon starts to decrease its size very initially slow. And when I mean 'initially slow', I mean that it will go quite fast real quick.
"Okay The Baroillain is starting to come down," Cymberly told Cinnamon said.
"Okay I'm trying my best not to get hit by her," Cinnamon said as she's heading closer towards those abandoned stones. "I don't think I could step backward a little further."
"Because you're behind the stones?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Well then just jump over it," Cymberly told her.
"What?" Cinnamon said.
"Jump over it," Cymberly said it again. "That way you'll have not only more room but also something to defend you from her coming into forcible contact with the ground."
"Okay, then," Cinnamon said before she LEAPS HIGH and does a BACKWARD SOMERSAULT, fly-passing over the wall of stones before she lands back on the ground like a cat. She then stands up and she's now standing not only in front of that same wall she just fly-past over but also standing behind another pile of those stones as well as a few trees around them.
At this point, the big bright blue human icon is starting to appear again as it moves across the front part of the Capitol Stones while the red evil creature icon continues to decrease its size, but this time in much quick rate than it was initially.
Back at the air, The Baroillain is still flying down, but with an increased rate and is now already flying back into the Mid-Atlantic section of the United States.
At the same time back at the map on Cymberly's main computer monitor, the red evil creature icon still continues to decrease its size.
"Cinnamon," Cymberly said.
"Yeah Cymberly," Cinnamon said.
"You're in front and behind the stones?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Okay good," Cymberly said. "Because the stones won't get damaged when she comes down."
"What if the stones gets damaged?" Cinnamon asked.
"What?" Cymberly said as she didn't hear it clearly.
"What if the stones gets damaged?" Cinnamon repeated.
"Oh don't worry girlfriend, those stones are strong-ass enough to withstand/sustain damage," Cymberly reassures her BFF.
"Okay," Cinnamon said.
Back at the air, The Baroillain is now coming back down towards Washington, D.C.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the red evil creature icon is still size-decreasing to the point that it's going to shrink back to its normal size....at least that's what it seems to be.
Back at the Capitol Stones, Cinnamon starts to hear something that's is about to fall down to the ground, even though she's aware that it is The Baroillain coming back down. She just didn't see her yet.
At the same time back at the air, The Baroillain is now heading straight back down towards Rock Creek Park, specifically the Capitol Stones
Back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the red evil creature icon is about to shrink back to it's normal size.
"Hey Cinnamon, I think The Baroillain is coming down right now," Cymberly said.
"Yeah I heard," Cinnamon said as she glances up at the sky as she started to see The Baroillain emerging from the sky and coming straight back down towards the area where she kicked the demon up in the air.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the red evil creature icon is almost shrinking back to its normal-ass size.
"Hope she's dead," Cymberly whispered to herself, referring 'she' to The Baroillain.
At this point, the big bright blue human icon is now seen again on the map that is, again, on Cymberly's main computer monitor and the icon is placed at the center of the Capitol Stones.
At the same time back outside at the Capitol Stones, Cinnamon steps forward closer to the wall of stones, places both hands on top of it and glances over it as she watches The Baroillain falling straight back down to the ground; Cinnamon is already taller than the wall of stones....a little bit.
Then....CRASHED!!!
The Baroillain has just crashed into the ground SO POWERFULLY that it shook the earth for at least a few seconds. And Cinnamon had jest felt it.
At the same time, it generated a pile of dust and debris in the process as a result of the demon's crash. At least, the Capitol Stones withstand this earthquake.
Back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the red evil creature icon has gone back to its regular size...for a millisecond. Instead it continues size-decreasing until it shrunk to the tiniest size as possible, which indicates to Cymberly that The Baroillain has crashed into the ground.
"Hey girl," Cinnamon said to Cymberly.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"You're hoping that this demon is dead?" Cinnamon asked.
"Are you?" Cymberly asked.
"Yep," Cinnamon said.
"Me too," Cymberly said.
"Let's hope that our hopes are realized," Cinnamon said as she press both hands against the top of the wall of stones and climbed over the wall and landed on the ground on both feet while now standing behind the wall.
At the same time back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly watches the big bright blue human icon moved one step away from the Capitol Stones.
"Hey careful, Cinnamon," Cymberly said.
"I heard you Cymberly," Cinnamon said as she stands there, watching the pile of dust and debris culminate and circulate towards her. But she went unfazed by this resulting situation; she didint' cough nor sneeze and she probably won't even if the dust and debris had come through her.
"You don't want to go coughing for twenty-four hours," Cymberly said.
"Look girl, I'm a human being with nose of steel and asthma of steel," Cinnamon said.
"Yeah but what happens if your nose of steel no longer has, well, steel?" Cymberly asked. "What happens if your asthma of steel has no longer has, well, steel?"
"My nose of steel and my asthma of steel are perfect," Cinnamon said. "Nothing wrong with it."
"As of this point?" Cymberly asked.
"No how about as of every single day," Cinnamon said.
"Oh okay," Cymberly said.
"Okay first of all," Cinnamon said. "Why the fuck did you even ask that question?"
"Why the fuck did I even ask that question?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Well---," Cymberly was about to explain but got interrupted by Cinnamon.
"Because when you at patrolling the other night when a pile of dust and debris got onto you, you didn't cough nor sneeze," Cinnamon said, pointing out to her.
"I didn't?" Cymberly asked.
"No," Cinnamon said. "You have nose of steel and asthma of steel as well so why the fuck did you even worry about my nose and my asthma?"
"Because you were sick that other night," Cymberly said.
"I was?" Cinnamon asked as if she didn't remember.
Cymberly kisses her teeth as if her BFF acting like it didn't happen. "C'mon BFF, you know you're sick," Cymberly said, trying to point her BFF out the fact.
"How?" Cinnamon asked.
"How?" Cymberly asked as if her BFF was asking her question.
"Yeah, how?" Cinnamon asked.
"You were having a sore throat," Cymberly said.
"Oh, well what has anything to do with this?" Cinnamon asked.
"Well it's because I'm worry that your asthma isn't good after your sore throat," Cymberly said.
"What?" Cinnamon said. "That's fucking nonsense."
"Fucking nonsense?" Cymberly asked.
"It's just a sore throat, Cymberly," Cinnamon said. "Nothing else was affected but my throat, which is sore."
Cymberly sighed. "Okay alright it's just a sore throat," she said, finally agreeing with her.
"Now can we get back to the program already?" Cinnamon asked.
Cymberly went quiet for a few seconds before opening her mouth yet again. "Yes Cinnamon we can get back to the program already," she said.
"Alright, finally," Cinnamon said before she walks a few steps forward.
But unbeknownst to her, the dust and debris already started to dissipated while she was talking to Cymberly about the 'sore throat' she did have the other night.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app, the big bright blue human icon starts moving left towards the red evil creature icon.
Back outside, as the dust and debris dissipate so quick as fuck - probably because some wind blow the dust and debris away - Cinnamon saw a small crater that The Baroillain had just crashed onto.
Cinnamon continues to walk towards the small crater until she reached it.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the big bright blue human icon stops a few inches near the red evil creature icon is.
Back outside, Cinnamon peeks her head up over the edge of the small crater and glances at The Baroillain, who is currently laying down at the center of the crater with her eyes closed.
"Are you near the crater?" Cymberly asked Cinnamon.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"Is there dust on you?" Cymberly asked.
"No, I don't think there's dust anymore," Cinnamon said.
"Wait, what?" Cymberly reacted.
"I don't think there's dust anymore," Cinnamon repeated.
"Oh you don't think there's dust anymore?" Cymberly asked.
"No," Cinnamon said. "It was clear as fuck."
"Okay," Cymberly said.
Cinnamon takes a look at The Baroillain again even as if the female demon was so deep in that crater.
"So what's happening with The Baroillain?" Cymberly asked.
"What's happening with The Baroillain?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"Umm...she's laying down," Cinnamon said.
"She's laying down?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Okay so she's laying down, correct?" Cymberly asked.
"Correct," Cinnamon said.
"Now, is she dead?" Cymberly said.
"Hmm...I'm not sure," Cinnamon said.
"You're not sure?" Cymberly said.
"No," Cinnamon said.
"Well then fly down and see if she's fucking dead," Cymberly asked.
"Alright I'm coming," Cinnamon said before she jumps down the crater.
At the same time at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the big bright blue human icon starts moving right again, however this time it starts shrinking.
Back outside at the small crater, Cinnamon almost gonna fell down on The Baroillain, but when she reaches several inches towards her, she instead stops abruptly and starts floating in mid-air while at the same time has a circulating blast of wind underneath both of her feet.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the big bright blue human icon is...no longer the big bright blue human icon anymore....at least for now. It stops size-decreasing and is now the same size as the red evil creature icon. Well...almost.
"How is she right now?" Cymberly asked.
"How is she?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"I think she's laying down with her eyes closed," Cinnamon said.
"She's what?" Cymberly asked.
"She's laying down with her eyes closed," Cinnamon said as she repeated the last seven words of her previous sentence.
"She's laying down with her eyes closed?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon siad.
"So...does that mean she's dead?" Cymberly asked.
"Umm....I don't know," Cinnamon said as she sees The Baroillain start moving her left hand slowly and slightly moving towards her left.
"You don't know she's dead or not?" Cymberly asked.
"At glance, she might seem dead but...," Cinnamon said.
"But what?" Cymberly asked.
"I saw her hand move just a few seconds ago," Cinnamon said.
"You saw what?" Cymberly asked.
"I saw her hand move just a few seconds ago," Cinnamon repeated.
"So is she's on the verge of dying or is she on the verge of regaining her livelihood?" Cymberly asked.
"I can't tell," Cinnamon said. "Aren't you supposed to confirmed this through the app?"
"Look girl, I'm not some computer expert nor some evil creature expect to know whether the fuck or not that an evil creature like The Baroillain is dead," Cymberly said.
"I know, but can you check to see if she's alive or not?" Cinnamon asked.
"I'll check," Cymberly said as she touch her mouse with her right hand once again and as she starts moving her mouse, she hoovers over the same red evil creature icon that is currently smaller than it was a few moments ago and clicks on it. When she clicks on it, The Information Database on her secondary monitor changes to a loading page again for a brief second before it changes back to the The Baroillain page. She has been looking to see whether the female demon is automatically confirmed dead or not; this page hasn't been updated, so no the demon is not dead yet.
"You find info yet?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"What is it? Is she dead or not?" Cinnamon asked.
“Well according to The Information Database,” Cymberly explains. “She's currently not dead.”
“She’s currently what?!” Cinnamon reacted.
“She's currently not dead,” Cymberly repeated her last sentence.
"She's not dead?" Cinnamon asked.
"No," Cymberly said as she shook her head.
"So that means I have to---," Cinnamon said.
"Finish her off," Cymberly said.
"Like now?" Cinnamon said.
"Yes girl, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Cymberly asked. "Just fucking finish off."
"I will," Cinnamon said before she flies straight up in the air.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the big bright blue human icon - which is currently shrunk for the moment - starts to increase its size very very slowly but then it stops, indication that Cinnamon - which, again, identifies the big bright blue human icon - has only flown up in the matter of a second.
Back at the crater near the Capitol Stones, Cinnamon has been already floating in mid-air, more than several yards straight away from The Baroillain.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly watches as as the big bright blue human icon is ready to shrink again, meaning that her BFF is ready to finish her encounter.
Back outside at the crater, Cinnamon - not taking any fucking chances or fucking else - is ready to, you know, finish The Baroillain off.
At this point, The Baroillain is currently unaware that Cinnamon is gonna, again, finish her off....at least as of this moment. And I when I said "as of this moment" I mean, anything can chage at any moment.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly is waiting for baited breath.
Back outside at the crater, The Baroillain is still lying down at the center of the crater.
"One. Two. Three!" Cinnamon said before she flies down like a swimmer while THROWING her right fist down in the air towards The Baroillain.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, the big bright blue human icon starts to shrink again...and it starts to hoover over the red evil creature icon.
"C'mon girl, you can fucking do it," Cymberly whispered to herself.
Back at the crater, Cinnamon almost reaches towards The Baroillain with her right fist, almost gonna punch the female demon to death.
But suddenly, Cinnamon's right fist quickly grabbed. To her shock.
It turns out that The Baroillain has just grabbed Cinnamon's right fist with her left hand, even with her eyes closed and not a single move on the rest of her body; it appears that The Baroillain had superhuman hearing....and possible superhuman senses (my question is: did the female demon also sees through the back of her head?)
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly was supposed to hear her BFF's punch right now, but instead she hears seconds of fucking-ass dead air.
Back at the crater, The Baroillain, again, currently holds Cinnamon's right fist with her left hand. Then she slightly turn her whole body towards her left while glancing over her shoulder all the way to finally look at Cinnamon, whom she, again, holds her right fist with her own left hand.
"Holy fuck," Cinnamon said to herself quietly.
"Yeah holy fuck is right," The Baroillain said as she hears Cinnamon even if Cinnamon herself tried to say those two words quietly. "You think you're gonna finish me huh?"
Cinnamon went quiet, and a little bit vulnerable.
At the same time back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly begins to react in shock about the fact that her BFF's finally finish has been thwarted by the same female demon her BFF tried to finish off.
Back at the crater, Cinnamon is hanging on upside down with her right fist being, again, grabbed by the left hand of The Baroillain who glanced at her.
"Think fucking again, bitch!" The Baroillain continued before she LETS OUT A SUPER POWERFUL-ASS BURP WITH SUCH POWERFUL FORCE that is blowing Cinnamon REAL-ASS HARD AS FUCK! With unlimited powerful bursts of wind and smelliness still coming out as she stills super-burping, The Baroillain lets go off Cinnamon, resulting Cinnamon herself flying straight up and away from the female demon with an increased faster rate.
At the same time back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly watched as the big bright blue human icon starts increasing its size again, but rather than resizing back to its normal size, it kept growing, indicated that her BFF must have been attacked by the female demon.
"Holy fucking shit," Cymberly reacted.
Back outside, Cinnamon is flying straight up.
Simultaneously, The Baroillain starts to pick herself up as she regains consciousness.
Simultaneously, Cinnamon is now flying away from the Capitol Stones.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly was still in shock as she couldn't believe that her BFF wouldn't be able to finish the female demon.
Back outside at the crater, The Baroillain stops super-burping, closing her powerful blast of wind that comes out of her burp in the process.
At the same time back at the air, The Baroillain' super wind blast burp slowly starts to dissipate as Cinnamon is still flying straight up, at least she hasn't flown off of Washington, D.C. yet.
Back at the crater, The Baroillain, who can still see Cinnamon thanks to her superhuman vision, LEAPS OFF the ground FLYING AWAY FROM THE CRATER IN A SECOND BEFORE FLYING STRAIGHT UP, reaching towards Cinnamon.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the map, as the big bright blue human icon continues to size-increase, the red evil creature icon starts coming out of the shadow and starts size-increasing as well.
"Oh shit, my BFF and the ugly-ass demon are in a fight," Cymberly said to herself as she's starting to hear the fight moves on her headphones.
Back outside at the air, The Baroillain has now reached towards Cinnamon. She then slightly turns towards her left before she turns halfway around, glancing at Cinnamon.
At that point, their flying speed starts slowing down and starts floating in mid-air as they glanced at each other.
The Baroillain then THROWS her right fist towards Cinnamon, PUNCHING the evil creature hunter in the face HARD! Resulting Cinnamon being knocked out towards her right.
Cinnamon then regains her face consciousness in an instant and glances back at The Baroillain, who swings her left arm towards the back while bending her right arm and swinging it up as she strikes a pose - that seems to be geared for running rather than fighting, but whatever - while exchanging a grim look on her face.
"Got you now," The Baroillain said.
"No you fucking woo--," Cinnamon tried to finish her sentence.
But The Baroillain swings her right fist toward Cinnamon again, this time SUPER-PUNCHES her in the chest, sending her flying straight backwards.
At same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the big bright blue human icon moves backwards towards left and starting to hoover the Capitol Stones, even though Cinnamon is not inside nor near the Capitol Stones as both her and The Baroillain are fighting - or starting to fight - in mid-fucking-air.
"Shit," Cymberly reacted as she watched the live map.
Back outside at the air, Cinnamon slowly stops being flown and floats mid-air.
Then The Baroillain has already approached towards her with a little bit of speed and she SUPER SIDE-KICKS her in the chest, sending her even more flying straight backwards.
At the same time back at Cymberly's bedroom, the big bright blue human icon keeps moving towards left even further while creating brief gaps between it and the red evil creature icon who keep moving towards the big bright blue human icon, indicating Cymberly that The Baroillain is attacking her BFF.
"Okay here we go," Cymberly reacted in a very quiet way, not liking what she's seeing and indicating.
Back outside at the air, Cinnamon starts to slowly stop being flown backwards.
Again as it happens, The Baroillain approached towards her but this time she placed both hands on both of her hips while glancing at Cinnamon.
At the same time, Cinnamon regains consciousness yet again and glances at The Baroillain yet again.
"Looks like I really got you now!" The Baroillain said before she SWINGS her right fist towards Cinnamon, PUNCHING HER IN THE FACE towards the right. Then she SWINGS her left fist towards Cinnamon, PUNCHING HER IN THE FACE AGAIN THIS TIME TOWARDS THE LEFT. Then she STRAIGHT-KICKS Cinnamon in the chest with her right foot. Then she STRAIGHT-KICKS her in the chest with her left foot. Then she STRAIGHT-KICKS her in the chin, making Cinnamon's head tilting upward. All of which had very minimum effect as there's no powerful force that comes out of the female demon's attack moves.
Cinnamon titled her head down and glances yet again at The Baroillain, who breathes heavily.
"You haven't been fucking injured, huh?" The Baroillain asked.
"You haven't been defeating the crap out me, huh?" Cinnamon said.
"Well guess what?" The Baroillain said. "Guess fucking what?"
"What? What the fuck is it?" Cinnamon asked.
"What the fuck is it?" The Baroillain said as if Cinnamon is asking her a question.
"Yeah what the fuck is it?" Cinnamon asked.
"THIS is what the fuck it is," The Baroillain said as she turns completely around and stick her buttocks up in the air and JUMPS backwards, BUTT-BUMPING Cinnamon in the chest with such force that sends Cinnamon flying straight backwards once again while also GENERATED A BURST OF WIND BREEZING EVERYTHING IN CYNDEY'S PATH!
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly watches as the big bright blue human icon starts moving left even more while the red evil creature icon doesn't move yet.
"Gosh, I hope my BFF will fight back," Cymberly whispered to herself.
Back outside at the air, The Baroillain turns back around and glances upfront and takes a sigh in relief as she didn't see Cinnamon from her point of view.
"Hope that should fucking do it?" The Baroillain asked.
At the same time, Cinnamon kept flying backwards as the force from The Baroillain' butt-bump was so strong that Cinnamon is currently unable to stop it. Eventually she starts kicking both feet, resulting in her regaining control of her balance as she starts to slow down before finally stopped flying.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app, the big bright blue human icon stops moving. But the red evil creature icon is, once again, moving towards the big bright blue human icon yet again.
"C'mon BFF, make your fucking move," Cymberly whispered to herself, praying for Cinnamon to make a strike back against the female demon or else she'll be defeated as fuck.
The Baroillain is walking on air with speed with both of her hands already being placed on both hips before reaching towards Cinnamon yet again.
Cinnamon glanced at The Baroillain yet again while wondering if Cinnamon herself would have a change to, like her BFF Cymberly said, 'fight back' against this female demon.
The Baroillain place both hands off of her hips while glancing at Cinnamon yet again; she saw that Cinnamon is struggling to counterattack against her and that gives the female demon an opportunity to finish her off.
"You're going down to the death, bitch!" The Baroillain said to Cinnamon, before she SWINGS her right fist towards the evil creature hunter.
But Cinnamon quickly grabbed it with her right hand and hold it tightly.
The Baroillain reacted with surprise and her jaw open as she glanced at her right fist being grabbed before she glances back at Cinnamon.
"No I'm not, bitch!" Cinnamon said before she SWIGNS her right fist towards the female demon, SUPER-PUNCHING her in the face, causing the female demon to get knocked out in the process with her head titled back and forth.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly watches as the big bright blue human icon is now currently face-to-face with the red evil creature icon.
"C'mon BFF, kick that ugly-ass demon's ugly-ass," Cymberly whispered to herself while praying for her BFF Cinnamon.
Back outside at the air, Cinnamon, still holding onto The Baroillain's right fist with her right hand, SUPER-PUNCHES the female demon again and again and again.
After The Baroillain got super-punched three times in the matter of just seconds, the female demon not only has her head spinning around, but also has her eyes spinning as well, meaning that she's been dizzying as a result of Cinnamon's super powerful punches.
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, Cymberly is hearing the fight moves that is not really the female demon's as she indicates that it's her BFF doing the fighting currently.
On Cymberly's main computer monitor, the big bright blue human icon and the red evil creature icon barely move each other currently seen on the evil creature tracker app's the map.
"Alright girl, it's your fucking birthday," Cymberly whispered to herself.
Back outside at the air, The Baroillain is still dizzying, not only is she's unable to take her right fist off of Cinnamon's hand but she's also unable to regain control of her eyes and her head.
This gives Cinnamon an opportunity for her to make an attack move towards the female demon. So she lets go off of The Baroillain's right hand while leaving her in a dizzying state!
"Looks like it's you...are going down the death," Cinnamon said. "Like a confused-ass asshole bitch!" She shouts as she turns completely around, stick her buttocks up in the air, JUMPS backward and SUPER BUTT-BUMP The Baroillain in the chest with SUCH POWERFUL FORCE that send the female demon flying but also GENERATED ANOTHER POWERFUL WIND BLAST BLOWING EVERYTHING BELOW IN THE FEMALE DEMON'S PATH WITH HIGH-SPEED GUSTY-WINDS!
Back at Cymberly's bedroom, the situation shown on the evil creature tracker app's the map that the red evil creature is moving straight towards right and away from the big bright blue human icon.
"Yes, BFF!" Cymberly quietly reacted with a little excitement.
Back outside at the air, Cinnamon turns back around and glances upfront and sees that The Baroillain is gone...at least from her point of view.
"Good now let's see if she's really down to the death," Cinnamon said without a break in the sentence before she starts flapping her arms as she flies forward.
Back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the big bright bright human icon start moving right and moving towards the red evil creature icon; the opposite of a few moments earlier.
"Hell yeah BFF now go fight back like a beautiful-ass fucking champ," Cymberly whispered to herself as she feels a little bit ecstatic that her BFF is now currently getting the upper hand here.
Back outside at the air, The Baroillain is still flying backwards at an increased speed rate. She tries to kick both feet in the air - much like what Cinnamon did - but alas, they were no use; the powerful-ass force resulted from Cinnamon's super butt-bump has made the female demon unable to regain control of her balance or herself at all.
Meanwhile, Cinnamon is still flying forward now with POWERFUL BLASTS OF WIND circulating around him and with increased flying speed as she's catching up with The Baroillain as best as she can.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the red evil creature icon and the big bright blue human icon are not slowing down just yet with the latter starting to close the gap on the former.
"C'mon, c'mon,' c'mon girl," Cymberly whispered to herself.
Back outside at the air, both Cinnamon and The Baroillain have just already past Ross Dr. NW, the Rock Creek river, Beach Dr. NW and Valley Trail. Now they have reached into Carter Barron Soccer Fields.
Or maybe not; the movements of both the big bright human icon and the red evil creature icon placing onto the Carter Baron Soccer Fields have now turned out to be inadequate to what Cinnamon and The Baroillain are currently fly-passing over, which is Brightwood Park, a neighborhood. You may be wondering: Huh? they're actually out of Rock Creek Park. Yep, they have flown away from Rock Creek Park and fly across Brightwood Park, Fort Totten and almost Queens Chapel. So much so that the evil creature tracker app immediately acknowledges that it has a technical issue and it has just automatically refresh the live map to the utter current one as possible.
As it does, Cymberly now suddenly watches the big bright human icon and the red evil creature icon heading towards Fort Circle Parks (a park that is sandwiched between Galloway St NE and Gallatin St NE and split by Sargent RD NE), meaning that Cinnamon and The Baroillain are now in the Northeast quadrant and heading towards a park in the Northeast quadrant.
"Wait they're landing in another park?" Cymberly asked herself.
At least the big bright blue human icon is almost catching up to the red evil creature icon.
Back outside, Cinnamon and The Baroillain are heading into Fort Circle Parks with The Baroillain is still flying backwards while Cinnamon is flying forward; they are now starts to land down.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the big bright blue human icon and the red evil creature icon are now onto Fort Circle Parks.
Back outside, Cinnamon and The Baroillain are reaching towards the first half of Fort Circle Parks. When they reached there, The Baroillain started ricocheted backwards while Cinnamon lands down slowly on the ground on both feet. After that, she stopped flapping her arms.
Back at the evil creature tacker app's the live map, the big bright blue human icon slowly stops while the red evil creature slowly continues to move backwards, heading towards Sargent Rd NE.
Back outside, this time at Fort Circle Parks, Cinnamon starts walking with a little bit of speed as she watches The Baroillain ricocheting across Sargent Rd NE.
As The Baroillain ricocheting across the road, a female driver, who's driving along this road, gets caught off-guard when she sees the evil creature. When she sees her, she immediately turns the steering wheel all the through towards her left, making her vehicle swiftly turn left. Then she turn the steering wheel all the way through towards her right, making her vehicle swiftly turn right, eventually driving around the evil creature. After that, she turn the steering wheel towards the front, making her vehicle go back to its position on the road from where it is before.
At the same time as the female driver's vehicle is driving pass by, Cinnamon - who, with her superhuman vision, have already looked left and right for any other vehicles coming pass through - is walking across the road without a problem.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the big bright blue human icon and the red evil creature icon are passing through Sargent Rd NE.
Cymberly is still watching and imagine the situation in her head with baited breath.
Back outside at Fort Circle Parks, both Cinnamon and The Baroillain have now reached towards the other half of the recreation area, which is next to Prince George's County, Maryland.
After being reached into the other half of this park, The Baroillain have finally stopped ricocheting and landed on her back with her lower-body swing up in the air before putting it down to the ground.
At the same time, Cinnamon is walking towards The Baroillain from several blocks the female demon has landed. She exchanges a little bit grim look on her face.
Back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the red evil creature icon stops moving while the big bright blue human icon is slowing down as it inches towards the other icon.
"Alright BFF, just finish her off already," Cymberly whispered to herself.
Back outside, The Baroillain is currently lying down for less than a few seconds with both of her arms being spread out in the beautiful-ass green that we call grass.
Cinnamon is a few blocks closer towards The Baroillain.
The Baroillain slightly pulls her head and upper-body upward and glances upfront towards Cinnamon, who is almost reaching towards her.
"Alright demon," Cinnamon said as she finally reached towards the female demon's both feet. "I think I got you down. But not to the death...yet."
Back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the big bright blue human icon has finally stopped and is now face-to-face with the red evil creature icon, meaning that Cinnamon is currently facing towards The Baroillain.
Cymberly is stating to hear the conversation.
Back outside at Fort Circle Parks, there was silence. A very brief-ass silence.
Then The Baroillain opens her mouth. "Why the fuck aren't you fucking DEAD?!" she asked.
"Why the fuck am I not fucking dead?" Cinnamon said.
"Yeah, you should supposed to be not standing up like an asshole and look at me," The Baroillain.
"Wait, you're calling me an asshole?" Cinnamon asked as she crossed her arms.
"No I'm not calling you an asshole," The Baroillain said.
"Yes you are," Cinnamon said.
"No, I said 'you should not be standing up like an asshole'," The Baroillain said.
"Which is the fuck that I'm doing," Cinnamon said, pointing out the irony. "Standing up like an asshole. So you call me an asshole. It is what the fuck it is."
"Okay smartass, you got me," The Baroillain said.
Cinnamon then step around The Baroillain's right foot and walked a few steps closer to the female demon before she bends her knees and grabbed her by the neck with her right hand, pulling the female demon's head and upper-body off the ground and closer towards her.
The Baroillain reacted with shock as she widened her eyebrows.
"You call me an asshole again, or a smartass again, or any other word that has an 'ass' on it, then I end you for fucking good," Cinnamon warned.
"Okay," The Baroillain said, now with a smirk on her face because she thinks Cinnamon is joking. She tilted her head a little bit closer towards the evil creature hunter. "Stupid-ass."
Cinnamon then throws The Baroillain down to the ground REAL HARD! So hard that the earth shook for a brief second while knocking the female demon unconsciousness.
Back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the big bright blue human icon is now next to the red evil creature icon.
Back outside at Fort Circle Parks, Cinnamon, who's still bending her knees, clenched her right hand into a fist and, without saying a fucking word, SWINGS her right fist toward The Baroillain, SUPER-PUNCHING HER IN THE CHEST REAL FUCKING HARD WITH SUCH SUPER-POWERFUL FORCE THAT IT GENERATED A SHOCKWAVE WITH POWERFUL BLASTS OF WIND SPREADING MUCH OF FORT TOTTEN, BREEZING EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH! Including Cinnamon's hair.
At the same time back at the evil creature tracker app's the live map, the red evil creature icon starts flashing slowly before it suddenly disappears. Then it reappears and this time it's colored dark red.
At the same time on Cymberly's second computer monitor, The Information Database suddenly has a dialog box at the center of the screen that reads:
INFORMATION ALERT
An update on The Baroillain.
Click info - Cancel
Cymberly touch the mouse yet again and click the 'Click info' button to which the screen changes to a loading screen before it chagnes back to the info page with the status changes to "The Baroillain is dead."
Cymberly reacted with shock as she widen her eyebrows and opened her jaw simultaneously. "Oh. My. Fucking. God," she reacted when she saw this.
Back outside at Fort Circle Parks, the shockwave starts to dissipate and Cinnamon's hair stops blowing.
Once the shockwave dissipated, Cinnamon stands up and glances at The Baroillain to see if the female demon is dead or not.
Five seconds later, The Baroillain haven't move a thing.
Cinnamon then bends her upper body slightly down as she takes a closer look at The Baroillain to see if the female demon is really dead or not.
Five more seconds later, The Baroillain still haven't move a thing.
Then Cinnamon glances at both of the female demon's both feet to see if any of her feet have moved.
Five even more seconds later, neither of the female demon's feet have moved a thing, just like the rest of her fucking dead body.
And yes, The Baroillain is dead.
But Cinnamon hasn't figured it out yet so let's go back to the story.
After seeing that neither of the female demon's feet had moved a thing, Cinnamon glances at The Baroillain's face one more time to see if she can open her eyes again.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Another five seconds later, The Baroillain hasn't open her eyes. At all.
Cinnamon takes a few steps backwards away from the female demon. She has now finally come to the conclusion that The Baroillain is finally dead. Finally fucking dead.
"Alright The Baroillain is now finally down to the death," Cinnamon said with a sigh of relief.
"Hey Cinnamon what happened?" Cymberly asked.
"Huh?" Cinnamon said.
"What happened?" Cymberly asked.
"What happened?" Cinnamon said as if Cymberly was asking her a question.
"Yeah what happened?" Cymberly asked.
"Well--" Cinnamon tried to explain.
"Did you finally finish her off?" Cymberly asked, referring 'her' to The Baroillain.
"What?" Cinnamon said.
"Did you finally finish her off?" Cymberly asked this question for the second time.
"Yes I finally did," Cinnamon said.
"You did?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
Cymberly breathes a sigh of relief. "Good lord, girl," she said. "That was one hell of a task trying to, you know, beat the fucking living shit out of um---"
"The Baroillain," Cinnamon said.
"Yeah, that one," Cymberly said.
"Okay are there any more evil creatures out there?" Cinnamon asked.
"What?" Cymberly said.
"I said 'are there any more evil creatures out there' right now?" Cinnamon asked.
"Well let me see here," Cymberly said as she scan on the live map to see if any other red evil creature icons heading towards the big bright blue human icon. "Nope. None."
“Okay,” Cinanmon said.
“Did you get the noshes?” Cymberly asked.
“Yep,” Cinnamon said.
“Alright let’s call it a night, then,” Cymberly said.
"Yeah let's call it a night, shall we," Cinnamon said.
Suddenly an unsettling silence descended across Fort Circle Parks as Cinnamon and Cymberly began to unwind, secure in their victory. A deep growl suddenly resounded in the room. With her eyes growing wide, Cinnamon turned back to face The Baroillain, expecting to find her dead for long.
Then The Baroillain' eyes suddenly popped open, illuminating Cinnamon with a strange intensity. The Baroillain stood up quickly, her movements more graceful and angrier than before.
Cinnamon stumbled backward, her relief turning to disbelief. "Holy fuck!" she exclaimed.
“What’s going on, Cinnamon?” Cymberly said as she sensed the same feeling as Cinnamon but didn’t know what exactly at the moment. But then she realizes what got Cinnamon in horror. “Oh shit, The Baroillain just got alive,” she whispered to herself. Cymberly, shocked by the sudden turn of events
Back outside, Cinnamon, as she didn’t answer Cymberly’s question, sees The Baroillain unexpectedly picking herself up when really she’s supposed to be dead. "Finders keepers, losers weapers, huh?" she said. “Well guess what, guess fucking what? The tables are gonna turn RIGHT NOW!”
Cinnamon felt a chill run down her spine as The Baroillain's eyes suddenly lit up with a menacing light.
“Wow, damn! Never thought the evil bitch would rise up out of the fucking blue in the matter of seconds,” Cinnamon said. “You come back from the dead that quick as shit.”
“So what, you’re going down,” The Baroillain said before she jumped up abnormally quickly. The atmosphere surrounding her appeared to warp, as though infused with a sinister force that propelled her every step. Her resurgence was powered by the dark force emanating from the once-dead body.
Cinnamon's muscles tensed, and her instincts screamed danger as The Baroillain, now imbued with airbending prowess, lunged forward with a speed and grace that surpassed anything Cinnamon had witnessed before. The Baroillain's strength and agility were enhanced to an extraordinary degree, as though the very essence of the air itself was coursing through her. The predatory grace with which The Baroillain closed the distance with unnerving speed was haunting, a macabre ballet that spelled imminent danger for Cinnamon.
Caught off guard and disoriented by the unexpected resurgence of her foe, Cinnamon had little time to react. The Baroillain was upon her in the blink of an eye, the demonic entity's unnatural speed making it difficult for Cinnamon to comprehend the sudden shift in the tide of battle. Before she could fully grasp the situation, The Baroillain unleashed a relentless onslaught of strikes. The first sign of danger manifested as a sudden gust of wind, a kick propelled by The Baroillain's mastery over airbending. The impact created a miniature cyclone, and Cinnamon was sent tumbling backwards and CRASHED her into a series of tree branches before landing down, bouncing her off up and down before she roll down on the ground until she slowly stops on her back.
The aftereffects of a strong air explosion that had shook the area crackled in the air. The aftermath left debris all over the place like confetti, and the smell of burnt air lingered. Cinnamon became momentarily lost in her thoughts.
Cinnamon's vision became blurry as the dust settled, and the sounds around her were muffled by the ringing in her ears. Normally unbreakable, her guard faltered in the wake of the explosive force.
A few seconds later, The Baroillain appeared from the mist, her form obscured by the residual smoke. Silent and deadly, she moved with the grace of a predator. Her icy, calculating gaze settled on Cinnamon's briefly vulnerable body. The Baroillain sees this as her opportunity to attack; she planned to take advantage of this chance because she was aware that speed and cunning were frequently favored in battle.
“Damn you’re an air speedster now,” Cinnamon said as she struggles to pick herself up.
“And you’re now a slowpo like a turtle,” The Baroillain said. “Slowpo who’s too slow to fight back.”
“Don’t worry I’ll show you what a slowpo really is,” Cinnamon said.
“Um, you already showing me that already,” The Baroillain said. “So you are what a slowpo really is and I’m gonna prove it even more right now…WITH THIS!”
The Baroillain suddenly picked up speed and got closer to her. Cinnamon, still trying to get her bearings, was taken by surprise by The Baroillain's quick-witted blow. In an instant, there was a blur of movement, a premeditated blow, and a showdown of abilities.
Now that she knew full well how dangerous this was, Cinnamon struggled to regain control of the situation. The Baroillain took advantage of every opportunity to gain an advantage. In the aftermath of chaos, the battlefield devolved into a dance of skill and strategy, with each fighter vying for supremacy
In this crucial moment, the outcome of their encounter hung in the balance. Cinnamon, shaken but not defeated, rallied her defenses, determined to turn the tide. Simultaneously, The Baroillain, relentless in her pursuit, continued to push the limits of her opponent's endurance.
Following the initial kick, The Baroillain seamlessly transitioned into a series of punches that seemed to manipulate the very air around them. Each punch was a controlled burst of wind, hitting Cinnamon with a force that felt like being struck by a tornado.
“God….damn..,” Cinnamon said as she tries to keep her balance before she FLIPS and SPINS herself in the air before performing quick swipes with her extended left and right hands, releasing powerful gusts as she desperately tried to counterattack and evade The Baroillain’ attacks, but The Baroillain's onslaught was relentless.
In between the punches, The Baroillain displayed an acrobatic prowess that defied gravity. She executed spinning kicks with a grace that seemed almost ethereal, each kick manipulating the air currents to create a vortex. The kicks carried an otherworldly force, each one aiming to disrupt Cinnamon's balance and control over the air element. The female evil creature's movements were fluid and predatory, leaving Cinnamon struggling to predict the next aerial assault.
But the true horror unfolded when The Baroillain harnessed the full extent of her airbending powers. Whirlwinds of dark energy surrounded her fists and feet, amplifying the impact of every air-enhanced strike. With a malevolent grin, The Baroillain channeled the essence of the air itself into a devastating compressed air blast. The force of the blast sent shockwaves through the atmosphere, further disorienting Cinnamon and leaving her vulnerable to the next wave of airborne attacks.
Now realizing the grave mistake of underestimating the airbending adversary and with her once-confident manipulation of the air now being challenged, Cinnamon found herself in a desperate battle of survival against a foe who had mastered the very element they both controlled. The battlefield became a spectacle of contrasting winds — Cinnamon's resilient gusts clashing against The Baroillain's tempestuous airbending. In this whirlwind of elemental combat, Cinnamon is fighting not just against a physical opponent but against the very forces of nature manipulated by The Baroillain's dark airbending abilities.
In the tumultuous moments, Cinnamon fought not only to survive but also to understand the dark forces driving The Baroillain's comeback. The very fabric of the airborne arena seemed to contort with each bending move, and The air crackled with the intensity of their clash, the sound of each impact echoing through the eerie silence that had settled over Fort Circle Parks.
Cinnamon is now struggling to match the evil creature’s speed and power as her desperate attempts to avoid the unrelenting assault became a dangerous dance for her life. She blocked, dodged, and parried any of The Baroillain’ attacks.
But The Baroillain's onslaught seemed ceaseless. Dark tendrils of energy trailed each of The Baroillain's movements, leaving a haunting afterimage in the air. Cinnamon could feel the malevolent force behind each strike, a force that threatened to overwhelm her own strength.
Cinnamon was pushed to her limits as her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she succumbed to The Baroillain's relentless assault; she falls down to the ground on her stomach. In that moment, victory seemed elusive, and the balance of power had shifted dramatically in favor of The Baroillain. And in the process, the noshes have slipped from Cinnamon’s right jeans pocket and fell down to the ground.
The Baroillain then sees the noshes and walked towards it and snatches from it.
Cinnamon, who is breathing heavily, glances at The Baroillain’ both feet before titled her head upwards, glancing at The Baroillain’ upper body as The Baroillain herself got the noshes in her right hand.
“It’s mine now,” The Baroillain said as she placed the stolen noshes into her pants pockets.
“Pretty sure they aren’t good for you in the short run,” Cinnamon said.
“Ha ha very funny,” The Baroillain said before she turns around and start walking away from Cinnamon. “Better luck next time, loser.”
“And I thought you were the loser,” Cinnamon said.
The Baroillain stopped and turns back around and glances at Cinnamon yet again. “And who’s the loser now?” she asked her.
Cinnamon takes a few seconds to answer. “Wish it would never be me,” she said quietly.
“Huh?” The Baroillain said.
“I said ‘I wish I would never handle the title’,” Cinnamon said.
“You wish?” The Baroillain asked.
“Yeah,” Cinnamon said.
“Well you have to try and defeat me to prove it and you aren’t proving it sooo,” The Baroillain said before she turns around again and starts walking. “Again, better luck next time,” she continued. She walked a few more steps before she stops again before she bends down and LAUNCH BLASTS OF WIND out of both feet, propelling her upward to the air.
After that, Cinnamon falls back down on her stomach.
Back at Cymberly’s bedroom, Cymberly is currently hearing dead silence, realizing that Cinnamon had lost this round of the battle. “Cinnamon,” she called her name.
“Yeah,” Cinnamon
“You need help?” Cymberly asked.
“No,” Cinnamon said before she start slowly pick herself up. “I’m fine. I think I can handle it myself.”
“You sure?” Cymberly asked.
“Yeah,” Cinnamon said. "I think I can handle walking back home."
"Okay," Cymberly said.