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Fine. I feel sick, and not just in the physical way.

I'll fight, but only with someone who wants to. Someone I know. It's only... just until you call it quits. I don't think it counts if we hold back, but- no hard feelings. For anyone. Promise me that.

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[Elaine almost hesitates, but she knows this has to be like a real fight. She turns, twisting to bring herself into one of the rooms, her back against the wall, the door next to her. It's dark, and exhaustion comes in waves as she doubles over to breathe hard. She thinks he might follow her in soon, so she backs from the door, ready to send some fire in its direction.]

[_{He pauses, looking from door to door; one or two are open, and some are hanging from their hinges. He crouches quietly, listens for the sound of breathing.

There. She's winded; that helps him hear her. But she's around a blind corner, and she could throw anything at him.

When he finally ducks inside with a fist full of ice spikes, he has his shoulders hunched and his arms up, to protect his face from the worst of whatever debris comes his way this time.}]

[Those spikes look alarming, but Elaine doesn't give herself time to think about it as she sends some force his way. Just a blast like a brick wall, though to be honest she didn't even know if she could keep up its strength. There's a part of her brain that knows she's fighting and is doing things automatically, guiding her hands and her feet. But the part screaming tired is getting stronger by the second.]

[_{It bowls him over--many kinds of raving mutants he can handle, but brick walls are far from a specialty. He throws his ice at her from the floor. His aim is a little wild, but the plasmid's radius is fairly wide.}]

[It gets her on the arm. There's a rising feeling of panic when she sees her right arm encased in ice, and she tries to do what she did when fighting Minato: there's a burst of heat from her hand, but she's too tired to make it any stronger. The ice doesn't budge at all.]

[She falls to her knees, still panicking, the weight of her arm pulling it down against the floor.] Wait, I- [She clutches at the point of her arm that's not iced over. The arm is rapidly becoming numb, and she has no way to get rid of the ice.]

Okay, okay. You win.

Edited 2011-06-20 02:33 (UTC)

[_{And just like that, a piece of candy drops to the floor between them. Jack picks it up and pockets it as he limps over to Elaine, kneeling beside her.}]

Are you okay?

[_{He's a little winded himself, bleeding and bruised here and there, but nothing too serious. He snaps on Incinerate, keeping it carefully to a dim glow, and holds it over her frozen arm without touching her.}]

[The initial panic is subsiding now that things have quieted down, though there's still a lot of adrenaline in her system.] Yeah. Tired. [She watches blankly as he gets rid of the ice, flexing her fingers once they're free.]

Sorry. The ice...it isn't as bad as it seems. I froze Sinclair solid all over once. It just melts off in a couple minutes.

[She nods vaguely. Then looks up at him suddenly.] The candy...?

I have it. I'd better call Mark, he's probably getting sick by now.

Okay. Jack. [She holds on to his sleeve. She still hasn't gotten up from sitting.] I'm not used to fighting, I need to sleep.

Sure. [_{NO PROBLEM. He simply scoops her up into his arms.}] Let's get you to bed.

[She lets out a soft, surprised laugh. Which was ridiculous because she was so tired and really didn't feel like laughing. This certainly felt easier than walking, though.] Thanks.

I wasn't just going to leave you there. Are you sure you're going to be okay?

I really just need sleep. [She smiles sort of half-heartedly.] Just get that candy to your friend. No sliding it under doors.

I'll hand it to him.

[_{He delivers her to her room, and sets her directly on the bed.}]

Get some rest. I'll check on you later.

Okay... [She settles in for sleep.] There's no need, but I'll see you around, I guess.

[_{He smiles, and limps off.}]

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