Post by EriChar on Aug 7, 2016 16:55:39 GMT -5
Handy little buggers, aren’t they? Foot extended but making purchase on nothing more than thin air, despite the effort with which Jessica had tried to drag her opponent close to her, it seemed that Miss Clementine had managed to evade the impact of her strike. The vine in her grip sagging like a clothesline with a broken prop, the black haired beauty was confused for a moment as to how her friend had managed to stop herself in what looked like mid-air, until she saw the trail of vines that hung from the woman’s hand.
“Decent anchors as well, eh?” The sprouting siren apparently having rooted herself to the ground the stave off her startling approach, while it was a little bit of a disappointment to see that her second attack had failed, the vivacious virago could not hide the admiration she had for this strange ability. The adaptability of the skill something that one couldn’t help but notice, it seemed that there were a hundred and one tasks that these tendril-like plants could be put to, and that would make it rather hard skill to beat. However, now was not the time to be impressed!
Surprised by the skill that she had been shown, the moment of mystification was all that her partner needed in order to exploit the slow defence of our plucky protagonist. Vines exploding from both the body of the amazon and also from underneath the ground, the young woman was left with a choice as to which to stave off. Not enough time to swat away all of these chartreuse cables because of her delayed reaction, Miss Delahaye needed to decide which parts of her body she could not afford to do without, and in that moment decided that her mitts were the more reliable guard. Swiping her hands across herself like a pair of flat axes, the fighting fox grunted as she took the heads off the quartet that were aimed at her arms, electing to allow her legs to be bound for the moment.
The vines from beneath seeming to coil around her calves like a pair of snakes, the experience of being wrapped up by these shooting sprouts was rather uncomfortable for the dark haired dish. Perhaps a feeling she might have been able to grow accustomed to if used in the right circumstances, Jessica forced herself to focus on the moment and knew that she didn’t have long before the feelers of her foe were attacking once more. Snapping the vine still within her grip upward like a whip with one hand almost out of instinct, with the other she unleashed yet another of her ‘Hand Cannon’ blows at the woman that attacked her.
More aiming to throw the attack of Fiona off than harm the girl, one had to assume that the closer range of the vine-wielding vixen would give her less time to guard against the strike she had unleashed. Wondering just how many of her vines that this novice could control at once, the future of this feisty femme’s fight was pinned quite heavily on the idea that the youngster could not control her creations well enough to attack and defend unilaterally. Trusting in this ideal as her free arm wrapped the whip of plant life around the branch of a nearby tree, it would need to be strong enough to act like a rope if the plan of Miss Delahaye was to go off as she wanted. Tugging on the sprouting strand with everything she had and groaning at the strain, while this wasn’t quick sand that the black haired beauty wished to escape, she was hoping that the principle would be the same…
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