Grand Theft Auto

“♪This might be the night that my dreams might let me know, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer…♪”

One thing that Willow had discovered she absolutely loved was the music that Earthland offered. There was something about the way they fused different instruments together, weaved beats and notes into different sounds, new tones that felt so much like inventing to her. Plus the humans seemed to know just how to craft a melody, be it heavy and fast or slow and passionate. Of all the things she didn’t enjoy about Earthland -- and that list was numerous -- music was not one of them.

Nor was magic, though she hadn’t managed to acquire any yet. She was displeased at how primitive Earthland’s technology had progressed, though it was obvious that it had been a side effect of magic. With supernatural powers that could practically grant any wish a person could hope for, why bother advancing the sciences? There were a few ‘experts’ in the world that were attempting to push the scientific agenda forward and others that were seemingly just trying to mix both science and magic together. It was cute, for sapiens, but it wasn’t going to result in any kind of breakthrough in the near future. The general populace was happy with the status quo, which seemed to envelope distrust, political deception and war -- yet a few other aspects that Willow enjoyed seeing.

Though the Nazru were gone, from what she could tell, there was nothing keeping her from sowing the seeds of chaos that they had trained her for. Which is precisely what brought her to Motortown. A populated town made up of mechanics and tinkerers, it was a veritable heaven for one like Willow. When she had read about it on the posted note in the guild, she had instantly found herself drawn to it. The opportunity to see what Earthland could offer in terms of engineering and stealing a breakthrough piece of tech? It was a dream come true.

Willow walked down the street, bobbing her head to the music that played in her headphones. Truly she didn’t even need the headphones, as she could just program the music to play in her head but blending in was always an important tactic when scouting out a target. She hummed and mumbled along with the verses and sang out loud without reservation during the chorus. Her bright ocean blue hair was tied back in two long braids, bouncing against her lower thighs as she moved along. A pair of sunglasses, aviators to be precise, covered her eyes, reflecting the world back in its face. Her outfit was limited; a leather bikini top that showed off plenty of her midriff and tattooed arms. A pair of bright pink shorts, so short that they were practically boxers, clung tight to her hips. A single pink legging wrapped around her right leg, with loose, untied boots over her feet. She walked along like any punk kid would, both her singing and her outfit drawing eyes and attention from the crowd around her.

That was fine; so long as they were checking her out or wondering why she was singing aloud, they weren’t wondering about anything else. That’s why no one even thought twice as Willow opened her mouth, reached in and pulled out the wad of chewing gum that she had been vehemently snacking on. Placing it on her thumb, she placed her middle finger on the crease and then flicked the gum at the nearest building, apparently disposing of it. The wet substance smacked against the wall and stuck, forgotten and ignored by everyone else. Continuing to hum, Willow retreated into her mind and enacted her program, shocking the gum to life. The pasty substance suddenly extended thin, gooey arms and hurried up the wall like a spider retreating to its web. It located a crack in the exterior wall and pushed itself inside, sliding through the tight confines.

A moment later, a single, pink tendril emerged from the small hole in the wall within the building. Through the microscopic nanites inside the gum, Willow was able to view the entirety of the room. It looked to be a hanger of some sort or a vehicle port. There were several engineers moving about, working on different projects. But the thing that caught her eye was the automobile, clearly designed for speed racing.

She grinned as she kept walking; that must be where the engine was. With that noted, she locked the gum in its place so that she could keep a watchful eye over the dock. In the meantime, she had to get back to her equipment and find a decent watchtower in which to plan her next steps. On she went, continuing to hum and sing, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Willow didn’t make it very far away when a new group entered the car port and boy, they were something else. There was a beauteous woman who had herself wrapped around a rather burly, hunky man near the front of the pack. A short, ill-dressed man stood in the middle, flanked by much more impressive specimens. Clearly this was the owner of the car and his bodyguards, though the woman seemed quite the conundrum. Turning on the audio over the music in her ears, Willow dipped down an alley, skipping for a few steps, at least until she was sure no one was going to glance down. Then quickly she bounced off the walls, freerunning her way over the gate near the middle of the valley. Flipping elegantly over the chainlink, she landed by a set of trash bins, where she had hid her equipment from sight.

All the while, she listened in on the discussion around the car. The man was clearly showing off the vehicle with all the pride of a papa bird; Willow could see through the nanites how he seemed to stare lovingly at the vehicle. The woman commented on the car not being as attractive as she was but was still impressed nonetheless. “Aw, so pretty and yet no regard for beauty,” Willow mused to herself. It was what came next that perked her ears; it seemed the car was meant to be the woman’s focus, as the man requested she keep it safe. So a group of burly men and this woman were the protective detail, was it? No, the men were probably for the owner -- that meant the woman was the sole guardian. Most likely a magic user of some kind, if she was here all on her lonesome.

A complication but one she could work around. So long as she didn’t have to engage the woman directly, it wouldn’t be too much trouble. Of course, on the flip side of things, having to do battle with a magic user could be a challenge. Decisions, decisions… she closed up the bag and pressed a button on the side of it, causing it to suddenly release an abrupt cloud of smoke. A moment later, a capsule of some sort clattered to the ground. Picking it up, Willow sprinted up the side of the building and once more bounced between both segments on the alley, allowing her to scale the height and get to the roof.

About that time, the owner was talking about the car. Interestingly enough, chains were being attached to the pallet that the car was on. A crane came over and lifted the vehicle up and began to transport it across the hanger, as the owner explained that driving a car before its designated race was bad luck. Willow giggled in amusement at the mental image of the poor bastard wailing when he discovered that his treasured vehicle had been stolen. She commanded the gum to slide out of the hole and follow the group, curious to where the car was being taken to. After a moment of darkness and then staring at the boring side of a building, the gum managed to curl a single strand around the corner and found the group and the vehicle before a train.

A fast moving metal caravan from the looks of it. Worse, it wasn’t a long set of cabled cars; only two that made up the compartment for the driver and guard and then another for the precious cargo itself. She frowned; there was no way she was keeping up with a vehicle of that speed, let alone without being spotted. She couldn’t even properly attach her nanites without arousing suspicion at this point. No, it was time for a new strategy. As she ran along the rooftop, she heard the unmistakable sound of an engine revving. Glancing down, she noticed a man sitting upon a two-wheel vehicle of some sorts. A quick tactical scan with her eyes gave her some very intriguing and useful details. Sliding the visual of the train preparing to leave in the corner of her vision, she bounded over several rooftops until she was just above the bike. Leaping down, she landed with an ungraceful thud on the back seat on the bike. The man spun around in surprise, staring at her wide-eyed. “Heya!” she said with a wave. “I’m gonna need this vehicle of yours.”

With an impressive flexibility, she put one leg down on the ground and spun the other up and around, clocking the man in the side of the head. He tumbled off the bike as Willow came back to her normal position, then scooting herself forward to the rider’s main seat. She grabbed onto the handles and gave them a quick jerk, sending her screeching forward. Whooping loudly, she swerved around an approaching car and got control of the bike, grinning widely as she reigned it in. Her visual showed that the train was already on its way, the transport now heading to the safe house that the man had mentioned. She ran a quick calculation to where the rails would lead and revved the engine once more, blustering out of Motor City like a bat out of hell. She made sure she was going as quickly as possible, wanting to get ahead of the train. She spied in the distance, once more running a quick set of calculations in her head. She’d need some kind of satellite system set up in the near future; she hated having to do all the extra legwork.

Once she was plenty far ahead, she swerved off road and towards the rails. She slowed down as she approached them, taking a quick glance down the way to see if she could see lights yet. With no indication of the train within sight, she then hopped off the bike, backflipping over herself and letting the vehicle lose control. It jerked to the right and then bounced several times, splintering the chassis and sending metal fragments all over the ground. And just like she planned it, it hit the metal rail and bounced up before swiftly crashing back down, nearly splitting in half on top of one of the rails.

Willow grinned as she reached into the left side of her leather top and withdrew a small, disc like device. She threw it towards the bike before she took off to the closest bush. The device bounced a few times before activated, lighting up and crafting a perfect, holographic body. It stood with its arms spread out, its default state without any additional programming. It looked as basic a person as one could be, with simple brown hair and brown eyes and no other special features. As Willow slid into the foliage, she sent a command to the device. The holographic image solidified, looking as real as a person, and then crumpled over the bike, looking like the tragic victim of a terrible accident. With all of that in place, Willow lay in wait, prepared to strike when the moment was ripe.

The trap was set but there was absolutely no guarantee it would work. Maybe the blonde woman wasn’t the empathic type and would choose to run over the accident site for the sake of protecting her cargo. Worse yet, they could not see it until it was too late and wind up hitting the motorcycle and causing a big accident. Then the engine could be damaged and that would be such a pain in the ass. She had plenty of other options and routes she could go by but she wouldn’t be able to enact them until things were in motion. As she hunkered in the bushes, she popped a few tablets out from her leather top, bringing them up to her face to read over the little notes she had added onto them. Deciding on what she preferred, she kept two out and stored the rest back. She would need a means to quickly and efficiently ghosthack the car and if it ran similar to other automotives on Earthland, that made it rather simple. But she would most likely still need something to deal with the woman.

As the train approached, there was no sign of it slowing down. Willow sat in cover, quiet as death, staring through the thicket as the locomotive bore down on the crash site. If they just ran over the motorcycle and fake body, she’d have something in mind for that. Unhooking a small rounded device from her belt, she flipped it on, her finger hovering just above a larger, red button on its face. Then the blonde woman appeared on top of the engine, materializing from nothing like she had just emerged from a black hole. That was surprising and awesome and yet it continued to get even more so as the woman pulled something up and then took hold of a golden whip. “Hot stuff’s got moves,” she mumbled to herself with a grin. The woman yelled something similar to a chant and then a series of floating cards appeared all around her, hovering through invisible, magical tethers.

Then as they came upon the wreck, one of the cards shot forward and the dungeon mistress (as she would hence be called) uncoiled her whip and lashed it forward. The end of the whip traveled through one of the near cards and reappeared from the farther one, bringing her reach well upon the motorcycle. It wrapped around the destroyed vehicle and pulled it both through the card towards her. Willow had to suppress the overwhelming sensation to hoot in amazement, thoroughly invigorated by the woman’s panache, wit and tactical thinking, along with her brilliant use of magic. The smoking husk emerged by Nita and she easily dodged out of the way of it.

But Willow’s fake body had been jostled in the yank, causing it to twist slightly to the side and out of the way of the tracks. The woman, even as she yelled out a warning to the driver of the train, seemed far more focused on the area in front and on either side. Willow giggled as she hit the button on her device, her body sucked into a small temporal rip. The fake body glimmered and then opened up a portal from its core, shooting Willow out from it. She landed on the tarp on top of the car, catching herself in a half crouch. Grabbing a portion of the sheet, she pulled back, ripping it just enough to see the brilliant sheen of the car’s veneer. Both tablets, spread between her fingers, were activated, as Willow slammed one down on the car’s surface and the other transformed into a rocket launcher.

“Thanks for the fun, sugah,” she called to Nita, giving the woman a wink as she lined up the rocket and fired, unleashing a guided missile. The legal mage would no doubt realize that she was not the target but the train and its driver were. The car, now connected to Willow’s internal computer, revved to life. Now, with hopefully a moment bought by her explosive distraction, Willow pulled out her blaster and started to disintegrate the chains holding the car in place so that it could burst free from its constraints and race back across the flatland.

Willow was more than a little pleased with herself. The chances of her pulling off anything remotely to what she had done had been minimal and miniscule at best. But once again her technology had proven its superiority and defied the odds. The blonde mage was stunned at the sight of the missile launcher, so much so that she barely could register the gratitude handed down to her from Willow. The sound of the missile rushing out from the tube, the sharp hiss and whistle of smoke and fire, thrilled her to the bone and she had to forcibly make herself continue the rest of her plan without being distracted. Opting not to watch the other woman and focusing entirely on freeing the car and making her getaway, Willow pulled out her firearm and dissolved the chainlinks and locks holding the car securely to the carriage. When the last one melted away into ash, she programmed the car in her head to slam on the gas. And just as the missile detonated, the Criceto Comet was rushing out from its pedestal, landing on the rails for the train and quickly heading in the opposite direction.

Willow finally turned her attention back to the train, grinning from ear to ear as she watched the flaming engine burst off the rails and tumble into the wilderness beyond. If the woman and driver made it, there wasn’t any sign of them from her place standing upon the front of the car. Even if they did, it would be nearly impossible for her to catch up unless her magic allowed her to fly at a high rate of speed. Giggling, Willow spun the dial on her firearm and then lowered it to aim at the top panel that she stood upon. As she pulled the trigger, a focused but only moderately strong laser shot out from the end, ripping through the flimsy covering. Willow twirled in place and then leapt to the side like a graceful, albeit dangerous, ballerina. She’d timed it perfectly that the moment she jumped, she had turned off her weapon and cut off the flow of focus on the hood. Now with a perfect circle cut into the protective covering, Willow bent down and pried off the metal fragment she had cut loose, idly tossing it over her shoulder. It tumbled onto the ground and landed flat against earth, lost and forgotten at the moment by all parties.

Kneeling down, Willow’s eyes lit up in amazement at the sight of the engine before her. Turning her vision to xray, she soaked up every intricate detail of the engine as it ran at full tilt, her sensors analyzing and recording the data at a rapid rate. The only thing that distracted her was the sudden rush of air, an unknown whoosh ripping nearby. Frowning slightly, she lifted her gaze to find the blonde mage sitting on the passenger side of the car, having animated herself into the seat. With her xray vision still activated, Willow got a lot more content from the woman than before. After a moment she deactivated it and stood up, grinning. “Well color me surprised, goldy. You’re a lot more crafty than I gave you credit for. It’s almost a shame we’re on opposite sides of things rather than snuggling up and getting to know one another.”

But alas. Willow spun the dial on her weapon once more and pointed it at Nita. “Nonetheless, I’m gonna need you to exit the vehicle. Finders keepers, losers weepers -- you know the whole shebang. And I’d rather not have to put any holes in that fine body of yours if I don’t have to. So how ‘bout you tell your boss that a dashingly beautiful rogue managed to get away with the car and call it a day? Hell, I’ll even tell you where I’ll dump the car so he can have it back. I’m only here for the engine.”

The blonde mage had her hands up the moment the firearm was aimed at her, a sign that she was, at least, amenable to the firepower Willow packed. And she looked as innocent as a pyriad in a maunchasaur nest, though that was most likely just to try and buy herself time. That was fine for Willow; she had no problem seeing exactly what this woman was capable of. She made her offer to let the blonde mage have the car back; a far better deal than any other crook might have considered. After all, an empty husk didn’t mean much to the tech savvy Willow. But as Nita put it, she had been the first to happen upon the vehicle so, by Willow’s own logic, she should have superior rights over the vehicle. And sadly, it seemed the blonde mage favored people of the masculine type. Willow’s grin widened and she was about to make a snarky, if not playful remark when the woman suddenly produced a card and… disappeared.

Willow looked surprised. But she didn’t have a whole lot of time to consider the disappearance and where she could have gone before the woman provided the answer by saying one word into her ear. Willow attempted to spin around, weapon at the ready, but Nita was there and on guard, slithering her arm underneath Willow’s and putting her in a lock. And boy was the blonde mage strong. Willow gave a small jerk with her arm to test just how much of a grip Nita had and she was completely secure and locked in. Damn, that was impressive. With nowhere to run at the moment, and frankly, she was curious to see what the other woman had to say, Willow was forced to stand there on the hood as Nita declined her offer, stating that her professional career was just beginning and it would be quite the blemish to fail so extraordinarily in her current job.

With that, Nita offered a counter and gave Willow a slight twist, causing her arm to become quite uncomfortable. Unfortunately for Nita, she was most likely about to be just as uncomfortable when Willow gave out a small and shuddered moan -- a tiny one that wasn’t too over the top but significant and noticeable. It had been quite some time since someone had handled her so roughly, far too long even. And knowing just how strong and domineering Nita was in her current position was doing everything right for Willow. But she bit her lower lip, silencing herself for the moment as Nita continued with her own offer. Stop the car, return it to her and Nita would put in a good word with the policing force that she had every intention of contacting. She even mused over the fact that she had once wanted to be a cop but the uniform wouldn’t have worked out. Then she insisted that Willow behave or that she would receive a dutiful, hard spanking. Oh she was feisty.

Willow giggled as Nita complimented her outfit, admitting that she probably couldn’t find the boldness to wear it out herself. “Oh I think you’re quite bold, mama,” Willow said back to her, using her own nickname. “You say that you prefer men but here you are, all close and intimate with me. You’re gonna give a girl the wrong impression and besides, even pasta is straight until it gets wet.” She twisted her head just enough to look over her shoulder at Nita, her gaze flirtatious and impish. She gently released the gun from her steadfast grip, letting it twirl upside down by the hair trigger harmlessly, a sign that she was relenting to Nita’s demands. “But as much as I’m very interested in having you spank me while in cuffs, I’m afraid I’m not the jailbird type. I’m more of the you-should-watch-where-the-car-is-driving type.”

Counting that that provided an ample enough opening, even a fraction of a second, Willow’s free arm would snap down to her belt, grab one of the devices hanging there and snap it onto the closest piece of clothing she could reach of Nita’s. The device would activate, jagged teeth latching onto the fabric as glowing red eyes lit up and it began to tick. “Oopsie!” she exclaimed. “Well now we got ourselves a pickle. That nifty little bomb there has a blast radius of about two miles. Big enough payload to blow you, me and this fancy car skyhigh. So to counter your counter; let me have the engine and I won’t detonate this entire area. Fair warning tho; trying that teleport thing you have could set it off early. I don’t honestly know, I don’t know much about your magic.”

Willow grinned. “I’ll take that spanking too, mama.”

This poor woman. It was quite clear that no one had spoken so frankly to her before, at least not in the way that Willow was. Her confident demeanor seemed to crack, her words stammered rather than perfectly eloquent or practiced. It was music to Willow’s ears; hearing the unsure, chaotic tears open up in an otherwise perfect sheen. Nita demanded to know what the Xocili meant by her words, despite knowing exactly what she was clearly hinting at. And then she was quick to explain that she had no knowledge of how to cook pasta, earning a giggle out of Willow. “Aw sugah, I never said anythin’ about cooking. So I have a feeling you know exactly what I mean,” Willow gave the girl a flirty look, despite her predicament. Anything she could do to unsettle Nita’s stance, her perfected facade. That and there was little denying that there was a very genuine attraction to the more powerful blonde, unhelped by the fact that Nita was clearly superior in strength.

But Willow was more than a match in wits. Nita was quick on her feet but she thought like all law-abiding citizens did. Willow had the benefit of thinking in the chaos and it was her momentary distraction that gave her ample opportunity to snap her explosive onto Nita’s jacket. In her surprise, the blonde mage released Willow, allowing the Xocili to leap to the opposing side of the car hood, planting her feet squarely against the windshield. All Nita could exclaim at the explanation of the bomb was demanding to know if Willow was well within her mental faculties. “Oh always. I spend too much time in there and it can get scary,” she said, tapping a finger against her temple. But rather than taking further advantage of the situation, she decided to watch and see how Nita handled the explosive. In an instant, she had unzipped her jacket, seemingly embarrassed by the action, and then yelled out some kind of chant. Her cards returned in force, wrapping around the discarded jacket and entrapping it. It caused just enough agitation to the bomb to make it go critical and a muffled explosion rocked the cards, though they remained in place and kept the flames from hurting them or the car.

As if that wasn’t impressive enough, she then cast yet another spell, producing another card and dropping it. It swiftly expanded and swallowed up the car until it disappeared from under their feet. And she was calling Willow dangerous; she just ripped out their ride from under them. This woman was bold; Willow liked bold. As she began to fall, she rotated her firearm back into her palm and spun the dial on it. Then, rotating her body forward, she fired into the ground, the shockwave from the blast sending her further into the air but also working to slow her down. She pulled her limbs close, twisting head over rear in a contained, spiraling flip. When she came back down, she rolled her legs over her head so that she was backrolling and then performed a back handspring, landing on her feet several yards away from Nita.

She chuckled as she raised her gun-bearing arm up, resting it almost casually near her shoulder. Nita asked what her plan was next, wondering if she would attempt to latch another bomb on her pants. “If it’ll help me get them off ya, I might. I like where your head’s at, blondy,” Willow responded with another wink. Nita insisted that the spanking was coming and berated her as a naughty girl, stating that attempting to run would only make them both dirty and hot. Willow gave an amusing, thrilled groan. “Every word out of your mouth, mama, is so tantalizing. You sure you ain’t looking to experiment? You’ve got the car now so there’s nothin’ keeping me here, save maybe trying to wrestle it from your hands. And by everything you’re saying, you sound like you wouldn’t mind a tumble with naughty ol’ me.”

Losing the engine was a pain but she’d, at least, had the time to scan it. Rebuilding it would take some time and effort but she could afford that, so long as she didn’t wind up in a position keeping her from her tools. But now she was wondering just how far she could push this mage woman. Would she actually spank her?

Only one way to find out. With a spin of the dial on her firearm, she leveled it and fired off several shots in Nita’s direction. If they hit, they would definitely smart but they were hardly lethal. Even as she did that, Willow pulled yet another bomb from her hip and tossed it in front of her. Its mouth opened up and it began to spin wildly as pitch black smoke erupted from its core, expanding the plume outwards. Switching her vision over to thermal, Willow casually moved into the smog and continued to fire at Nita, hoping to draw her in.

Nita seemed to be having some mental discussions with herself, maybe planning out her next steps or trying to think of a tactic to knock Willow off guard. That or the Xocili was, in fact, getting in her head as successfully as she hoped she was. Willow watched with a delightfully smug and impish grin as Nita wrestled with herself mentally. After a back and forth battle that the Xocili was completely ignorant of, Nita insisted that Willow try to tag her once more with a bomb. The blue-haired machinist giggled wickedly. “Well I do love a challenge!” she declared as she brought her weapon up and began her assault.

The blonde mage proved just how swift and graceful she was, weaving between Willow’s shots with practiced ease. In fact, it was safe to say that the mage’s speed would be a long term problem. Willow already knew that Nita was stronger than her but no doubt her speed was just as refined. As she deployed her smoke, testing to see if she could gain the upperhand by clouding Nita’s senses, the mage continued to dip and move without falter. This was not a battle that Willow was going to win, that much was obvious. The blonde had keener senses and far more strength than the Xocili. All she had as an advantage was her unpredictability. Luckily for her, that was often what allowed Willow the chance to get the upper hand.

Watching her, Willow waited until just before Nita lunged at her. If she allowed her to grab her again, there would be no escape; both of her arms would be out of commission. She had a few ideas of what she could do to make it tougher for Nita but she wanted to avoid that for as long as possible. For the moment, the mage was opting to not use her magic and was engaging her on equal, if somewhat skewed footing. The moment Nita lunged, Willow’s pushed off her back feet and launched herself at Nita in kind. Instead of looking for a grab though, the Xocili fell to her knees and slid beneath the outstretched arms of the mage. As she did, she raised one hand to her mouth and then blew a kiss to the blonde woman. And the moment she was past her arms, Willow popped up and attempted to reach behind her, having used her other hand to detach her second to last explosive, and tried to attach it not to Nita’s pants but what remained of her top.

Taking off in a sprint, Willow circled around Nita, bringing her firearm up once more and firing off pot shots. All the while she was giggling maniacally, enjoying the battle, despite how limited her advantage was. Win or lose, it would be clear to Nita that Willow was having an absolute blast, her quarry forgotten and her attention fully on the blonde Luminous Rose mage. “All this flirting and I didn’t even get your name. I’m gonna need something to moan out later!” Willow called out to Nita, her gun blasting off shot after shot.

Oh she was good. She was really good, especially in the situation where she wanted to keep her modesty above all else. No sooner had Willow shot her arm up in an impish attempt to force the woman out of her top than the bomb latched onto a set of cards that Nita had summoned from the ether. The spiraling pieces of paper shot up into the sky, bringing the following explosion far enough away from both of them to protect both health and formality. That was too bad but was yet another testament to how willful and witty her blonde opponent was.

Now with some distance to gain, the Xocili rifled out several shots at Nita as she took off in a sprint, doing her best to keep the advantage for her long range. Nita continued to weave between the blasts easily, displaying that despite how her morals and modesty had been shaken, she was still more than capable of fighting unabated. She refuted the idea that they were flirting -- they totally were though -- and insisted that since Willow had asked for a name, proper etiquette required she provide one, though she adamantly insisted that it not be used in any derogatory manner. She presented herself as Nita Fortune, though she asked that she be called Black Maria and insisted she receive a name in return as payment. “Oh no sugah, I never said anythin’ about telling you my name. You want me to give you that, you’re gonna have to earn that. This is all merely foreplay and while a girl does enjoy a long build up, I’m gonna need you to bring your A game if you want more answers out of me.”

Her small monologue provided an opening for Nita, who introduced a spell into the mix by summoning up a storm of cards and sending two of them towards Willow. The Xocili made an attempt to flip over the incoming objects but her computing ability had no way of predicting their angle or trajectory with the assistance of supernatural powers. One of the cards managed to hit true, slicing through her belt even as she was midair. She frowned as she landed from her flip, her belt hitting the ground several feet away from her. There was only one bomb left on it but that would still be helpful. But if she made a move towards it, no doubt Nita was prepared to counter her.

Unfolding the tab tucked in her bra would provide the rest of her arsenal but without a place to store it and draw from it, it would be essentially useless. She did still have one last decoy tab… She smirked as she twisted her body and once more took off running, now heading directly towards Nita. She brought up her gun and fired several shots at Nita, her aim still focused on slowing Nita down, despite how wiry her opponent was. As she came in close, she reached into her top and withdrew a tab, making sure to hold it up enough for the blonde mage to see. Then she threw it at her own feet, the tab exploding in a puff of smoke and launching Willow into the air, once more flipping over herself as she gave Nita a small wiggle of her eyebrows.

The t-posing decoy stood in place, unimpressive and showing no signs of hostility. The danger was still in Willow but as the Xocili somersaulted through the air, she spun the dial on her firearm once more. With a pull of the trigger, she disappeared into a wormhole… only to come shooting out from the center of the decoy. With any luck, Nita would still be standing in place, trying to comprehend what the hell was happening. Whether her back was to the decoy or her front, Willow’s entire body rocketed towards her and the Xocili did her best to similarly tackle the woman to the ground. If it was Nita’s front, she would quickly pin her arms down on the ground above her head, an attempt to keep her from moving or fighting back. She may have been stronger but Willow put the full weight of her body down as she straddled Nita, her metal skeleton adding far more poundage than a normal human being. If it was Nita’s back, she would still attempt to pin the woman’s arms but rather than above her head, she would try to pull them behind her back. She would grin. “Look who is tied up now, mama,” she whispered seductively. “So where’s this fall on your proper etiquette chart? Because I’m bettin’ whatever money you all use on this planet that I’ve got you all hot and bothered. Bet you’re wondering if this blue-haired babe is this good at fighting, what else could she be good at?”

She giggled before she let out a breathy, pleasure-filled moan of Nita’s name. “How’s that for unholy?”

Fruit Loops wasn’t exactly the most pleasant of nicknames, though it wasn’t inaccurate either. Willow had admitted her own insanity to the woman and Nita had taken the news about as well as anyone could, considering the circumstances. But she insisted that Willow wanted nothing to do with her full effort, as it would be far too much for the Xocili to handle. Willow grinned. “Maybe not but that don’t make it any less fun, now does it?” Willow was severely outmatched and Nita had been playing the entire time. Even if she used just a fraction of her magic, the Xocili would be back on the disadvantage. But Willow wasn’t here to win; she was here to have fun and see if she could wiggle out an escape.

With her belt gone, she’d lost her explosive tactics. So instead she charged, rushing towards Nita at full speed before throwing her tab down and unleashing her dummy. The blonde mage followed Willow’s trajectory rather than paying any mind to the inert dummy, giving the Xocili the perfect opening to teleport back to her distraction and emerge from it. Poor Nita turned just in time to find herself sprawled upon, with Willow straddling her midsection and holding her arms to the ground. She grinned wildly as she looked down at the confused Luminous Rose mage, who insisted she wasn’t bothered by the position, as the air was cool enough to prevent her from feeling overheated. She was dodging the more delicious parts of the question, which only served to tickle Willow further. “Excessive? Blondie, you look hot in what you’re wearing. You should put the girls on display more often,” Willow complimented the woman. “And life is too short to have shame. I’m all about living in the moment and having a good time and looking good while doing it. You should be proud of me -- of anyone! -- moaning your name like that. You’re strong and beautiful and you deserve to be worshiped and pleasured. You can’t tell me you don’t think about it; I saw you clinging to that man’s arm when you were in the shop. You like the attention; you just need to broaden your horizons, lower your inhibitions.”

Willow was nothing if not honest. Deception was a key tool in her arsenal but with that speciality came an understanding of how well the truth could impact as a weapon. As the Xocili saw it, she was just helping to open Nita’s eyes a little bit. She seemed like a woman comfortable in her own flesh and bones but had been brought up to believe one singular path. Willow believed all paths were viable and sought to help others see that as well. As Nita asked what Willow wanted to do, she smiled and leaned in a bit, eyeing up the blonde mage with clear desire. “Well, a lot of things,” she admitted softly, almost sweetly. “But more importantly, I want you to want me to do them to you. And something tells me you’re just a bit curious to what I can do…” Willow smirked and continued to lean in, as if she was going in to kiss the woman.

That proved to be her downfall. One moment she was on top and the next, Nita had found her strength and somehow managed to push off the ground. The Xocili could not hide her surprise as she tilted through the air, the blonde mage rolling over to take the dominant position. She hit the ground with a hard grunt and then her hands were the ones being pinned back and her legs were wrapped up by Nita’s. She looked down between their bodies and as she looked up at the blonde mage, there was little denying the fires of arousal in her gaze. Nita taunted her and insisted she remain passive unless she wanted to be put into a compromising, albeit painful position. “Mmm I wouldn’t mind you splitting me,” she cooed back to her superior. She leaned up as much as she could, closing the distances between their faces. “I’m pretty limber so maybe I’ll struggle just a little,” she said softly, giving a few half-hearted tugs on the hands holding her down, if only to tease the blonde mage. “So now the question is; what do you want to do to me?” Willow asked with a small grin. “Not what you should do, not what morales or upbringing teaches you…”

“What do you want to do to me?”

“I just tell it like it is, blondy. And I respect strength and beauty. Hell, I’ll even go as far as to admit that strong, controlling people are generally my thing. If you can beat me up, hold me down -- I’m gonna be into you. That or you’ll be in me; depends on what the person likes.” She flashed Nita a flirty little smirk, even as the blonde mage admitted that her hanging onto the bodyguard’s arm was just for the sake of being dramatic. “Ah see? We got things in common. As you can probably see, I’m a bit of a drama nut myself. It’s so much more fun, isn’t it?”

Willow was far too caught up in her own steam to even fathom that Nita could be preparing to mount a counterattack. As she leaned in close to the Luminous Rose mage, Nita expressed that she was more into males than females. “More into? That means there’s some wiggle room. Means I can see about wiggling myself in--” But before she could finish, Nita acted, pushing herself and Willow into the air and flipping the script, as it were. Now as the one pinned down by the exuberant blonde mage, Willow couldn’t help but be impressed and turned on. Nita was clearly not one to give up on her stance; be it physical, emotional or, apparently, philosophically. But Willow put forth the question that she’d been asked, wondering what it was that Nita would desire to do. She didn’t want the heroic speech about arresting her or trying to sway her to the side of the just; she wanted to know what the deep, dark, almost barbaric part of Nita felt in that moment. Willow wanted to break through the mold of teachings and education that had turned Nita into, well, a bit of an uptight woman. She’d been needling her since the moment they engaged one another, testing her armor of morality to see if there were cracks. Nita had managed to resist the Xocili thus far but her compliments, her insinuations, had made an impact. It was just time to see how much damage she had done.

At first, Nita intrigued Willow by stating that she wouldn’t mind a wrestling match, though she wished the motive behind it to be far less sensuous than Willow had hinted at. But continuing on, Nita couldn’t help but fall back into her practices; wanting to reeducate the Xocili into understanding how dangerous her path had been, how she had endangered lives, how her drive for power would make things worse, blah, blah, blah. Willow openly rolled her eyes at the wishes, her head dropping with a thud against the ground. Nita rounded out her thoughts by admitting that she knew that wouldn’t happen, having learned the harsh lesson that some people couldn’t be saved. “Damn right, blondy,” Willow said with a small scoff. “These heroic intentions of yours? Killin’ my lady boner over here. You’re too pent up, too rigid. I keep hoping there’s an animal buried down in there, wanting to get out and have a little fun. But you’re too stuck in your ways. But I see you like a well cooked Savarian steak. It’s going to take some time to really get you perfect. And I got all the time in the world. I’ll get to your juicy center, Black Maria. And you’ll enjoy it when I do.”

Shooting up, Willow moved in quickly to plant a kiss right on Nita’s mouth, holding it with a surprising amount of passion. At the same time, she flicked the dial on her weapon twice and then pulled the trigger. In a split second of time, Willow disappeared and in her stead, the t-posing decoy appeared. It took her place exactly, held down much like Willow had been. Over where the decoy had been, Willow appeared, already reaching into her top and pulling out another tab. She tossed it to the ground and out of the smoke appeared… a cannon. It was an almost over-the-top circus cannon and Willow was sticking out of its end. “Willow, by the way. Remember it well and good, blondy. I expect to be in a fantasy or two.” The Xocili flashed a wink at the Pergrandian just as the cannon exploded, launching Willow into the open sky, attempting to make a hasty and explosive escape!