003 ◊ Third Butterfly | Video (action for Loki House)

[highstakesgame]

[The face on your video feed is no joke. Unlike Beato's usual demeanor - trolling - this is the genuinely angry, twisted face of a witch scorned. In fact, she is stomping around through Loki House, using her Lvl 2 Telekinesis to Break Shit. Because she is a spoiled brat like that]

Where is heeeeeeeeeeeee?! Where is Ushiromiya Battleeeeeeeer?!

If he is not found immediately, I will not rest until I have leveled this entire god-forsaken ciiiiiityyyyyyyy!

[OOC: Late to the party, but Beato has discovered her hubby is gone. If nothing is done, she'll eventually just run out of juice. In the meantime, enjoy the temper tantrum!]

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[sleeveless]

[ He stiffens slightly. Although the revelation of Merlin as a sorcerer has softened him to it, magic is still a very sore subject for him. ]

Then let us commence.

[highstakesgame]

[So for her opening act, Beato will be levitating a few mid-sized rocks from around the courtyard. In short order, they will be flying at Percival's head]

[sleeveless]

[ He's not made for swift, nimble actions exactly. But he is well-versed in the art of dodging and none of the rocks connect with their target. But the last one he is unable to escape from completely. It grazes his shoulder as he tries running past and nearly upsets his balance. There's probably going to be a huge bruise there tomorrow. It does hurt but he's had far worse though, so it won't stop his charging at her.

His sword is drawn between them but he does not swing it yet, instead choosing to attempt to take her off guard by kicking out his booted foot at her. ]

[highstakesgame]

[If she wasn't wearing a huge ballgown, that would be easy to dodge. But because she is, it catches the skirt and she keels sideways. Still, if he tries to strike with his sword, she can hold him off with her TK]

[sleeveless]

[ He's at once surprised and unsurprised his diversionary tactic works (who wears a ballgown to a fight???) but either way he'll waste no time following through with a swing of that great, heavy sword of his. It's stopped a good feet shy of actually striking her by some invisible force though, and he grits his teeth and adjusts his stance to bear down upon her, pitting muscle power against brain power, trying to force his way through. It's a bit of a risky move, though. While he's braced steadfastly at the front, he's leaving himself vulnerable to being toppled from behind should she choose to send anything else flying his way. ]