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Leila walked the streets, enjoying the cool air and busy nightlife. It was dark out and you couldn't see the stars, but the lights were so grand that you didn't really have a need to. She watched as people hurried places, wishing that she had somewhere to be.
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there was a bunch of cop cars surrounding a bank, when the guys robbing it ran out screaming their last member being thrown through a brick wall.
Sage bolted from the bank, cursing violently under her breath. She would help, but she didn't want to ruin her cover of not being a plant freak. She ducked around the corner of the building, and when one of the robbers came running out a root conveniently tripped him, sending him sprawling to he ground. She gave a tiny smile of satisfaction, checking for more.
Abigail sat a top a building eyeing the villains. She had this. Control. That was the key word. She had This! She held out her hand and concentrated. Then, with success ice formed on the ground causing some to slip.
the front doors shattered as someone in a demonic looking suit of crimson colored armor walked out a large sword in one of his hands
Abigail glared. Dang... She hopped off her white suit fluttering through the wind. She landed in her feet her snowflake blue eyes narrowed on the boy. She formed a snow ball and threw it at his face..
the police were already firing at him when the snowball hit him. he turned towards abigail and in a demonic like voice roared at her, he grabbed a police car with one hand and threw it at her
Abigail yelped. Well crap! She ran forming I've and skating across it quickly so she could dodge the car!
he picked up one of the robbers and threw him at her
Sage shot out her hand, and a large root erupted from the ground. It reached up and wrappe around the flying car, trapping it in a vice like grip and bringing it to the ground. She moved forward cautiously, going slowly and peering around carefully.
Abigail dropped to her bottom. "Gosh!" She mumbled and her hand shot out and icicles flew towards him
when they his the broke parts of the armor but it soon fixed it's self as if the whole thing was made of liquids.
Abigail cursed herself and her white hair flapped beside her as she stared at him.
Sage moved forward surprisingly fast, standing between Attacking Boy and Crouching Girl defensively. She flinched back, feigning fear as if suddenly regretting her decision, but in reality she was just tapping into her power. A series of vines and roots sprang up and wrapped around the attacker, pinning his arms to his body and his legs together. The vines lifted him from the ground, holding him tightly and tugging his sword away, dropping it on the ground.
Abigail soon was on her feet standing beside the girl. She nodded she long her appreciation.
the sword turned in to blood before hitting the ground. there was a roar that came from the demon ant large spikes shoot out from his armor cutting him free. he dropped to the ground and was about to pound sage but stopped
It was an instinctive thing that revealed her. Sage wasn't consciously controlling any plants, but as he moved toward her aggressively, half a dozen small vines worked their way up her ankles, the only outward sigh of her stress ans slight fear. She didn't flinch as he moved toward her; it was after he stopped. She looked down at the plants winding through her ankles, and she knew that she was revealed. There was no way they couldn't know it was her. She turned as abruptly as she had come, her long legs working to her advantage as she bolted away from them. She didn't relish being taunted for being 'plant freak' again. She'd had enough of that.
Her long brown hair whipped out behind her as she ran, sun lightened streaks blowing with the rest. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't run forever, especially in this long dark green tunic and leggings, and the flat sandals weren't helping. Of course, to rub it in, grass instantly became greener and flowers bloomed wherever her feet hit, the external, instinctual reaction to her fear.
the demon was still and unmoving, as if it died.
Bloodblader wrote: "the demon was still and unmoving, as if it died."
Bloodblader wrote: "the demon was still and unmoving, as if it died."
Very bustled and crowed streets, both during the day and nights.