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  1. #141
    Oh how cute. Diana would have made some sort of sickly comment if she hadn't been so busy seething at Harriman. The temptation was still there to suddenly summon ice shards to impale the blonde as she was making her hasty exit, just to watch Tom's face as Alice died while his attention was elsewhere, but there were other matters to deal with. Like the tables that were hurtling towards them.

    She swept a hand in front of her and in its wake a wall of ice formed several feet in front of the Latonas. Tables smashed into the wall sending bits of wood and ice flinging in various directions. With the threat nullified the ice dissipated as quickly as it had formed, melting and returning to water vapour to be called upon when needed once more.

    Diana couldn't help but smirk at Harriman and let out a soft series of "tsks" at him as she shook her head. In an unnecessary flourish she twirled one of the frozen daggers in her hand. It wasn't quite time for her to go on the offensive, while the urge to completely rip into Harriman was ever present, there would be time and the satisfaction of demoralizing him for a bit while her brother attacked suited her just fine.

  2. #142
    Solomon felt his knuckles burn as his fists clenched; not just in hotheaded anticipation and delayed rage towards Harriman, but also in anger at himself for the fact that he'd flinched. Of course Diana would have protected him; she'd only done so a few hundred times already. She always did.

    Drawing in a slow breath, Solomon reached out with his mind and captured a few flickering flames from the broken table that had thwarted his artfully executed pyrokinetic attack; as the breath was released the flame spread in both directions, sprinting across shrapnel, carpet, and everything else flammable at his behest, a circular arena defined by fire springing up around the twins and their prey. They'd done their homework - or rather someone had done their homework for them - and Solomon knew that Harriman's fighting style relied on range and on deflection. The less space he had to work with, the more limited he was.

    Solomon's fists clenched tighter still until his self control couldn't overcome his impulses. Flames erupted from his fingers and wreathed his hands, flames licking harmlessly up his arms like the tails of comets. Another breath was drawn, released as a roar that turned the flickering circle of flames into an inferno. Hesitation cast aside, Solomon charged.

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    Tom was ready, though he didn't look it. His muscles tensed, coiled and ready to evade whatever the pyrokinetic threw at him; surprise gripped him when Solomon chose to throw himself. Summoning all his might, and thrusting the ground away for extra traction, he ripped himself free of the ice, diving to the side. He didn't waste his momentum though, or sacrifice it to the floor; instead he twisted himself into a sweeping kick, a boot sweeping Solomon's legs out from beneath him and sending him into a headlong dive.

    Resisting the urge to unleash the vocalisations that went along with a hadouken, Tom summoned another tidal wave of rage, skin screaming with remembered pain as he recalled his last encounter with a pyrokinetic. Solomon hadn't been the man responsible that time, but it didn't matter; his powers flared, and he transferred it all to Solomon with the largest shove his muscles could muster. You'll believe a man can fly floated through his mind, watching his attacker trace a parabola as he sailed clean across the room.

    Rising slowly to his feet, he watched as Solomon's sister waited, patient like a glacier compared to her hot-headed brother. "Clearly he's not the brains of the operation," he taunted, jerking a head in the direction that Solomon had flown. "But the question is: are you, or did someone else put you up to this?"

  4. #144
    A call for Sol to wait lingered on the tip of her tongue and went unsaid, Diana knew far better than to even remotely attempt to give any sort of direction to her brother. They worked best that way, letting the other do what they needed to, even if sometimes it didn't work out for the best. The sudden flare of heat in the room and the lack a solid source for her powers made it impossible for her to create any sort of cushion for him and she felt a cringe flash across her features as Sol smashed into a table on the other side of the room.

    The wince turned into a look of pure and yet somehow controlled wraith as she snapped her attention back to Harriman who had the gall to speak in the moment. His question was only answered with narrowed eyes and a small smirk, cruel and knowing. It didn't matter why they were there anymore. This marked time number two that she'd watched this man hurt her brother. There wouldn't be a third time...

    Her steps were slow, confident instead of cautious as she stalked towards her prey as if daring him to try and push her away. "You, really shouldn'ta done that."

    The slightest tilt of her head was the only warning before a breath was drawn in and once more her powers reached out around them. The blaze made it more difficult than it normally would have been, but Diana had long learned how to compensate for anything her brother would toss into the equation. After all, ice wasn't the only form water could take, and the small sheen of sweat that had been starting to form on Harriman in response to the inferno around them offered her the perfect example. Water could burn just as well as fire. It was something Tom would quickly find out as the small amounts of beaded moisture on his skin was suddenly superheated. It wasn't intended as a main assault, but it would hopefully distract enough so that she could get close enough to really start digging in. It was frustrating to know that projectiles wouldn't work but oh the things she could do when properly motivated... Diana couldn't help that Tom was going to force her into using the more cruel aspects of her abilities, the fact she was looking forward to it was probably unhealthy though.

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    Tom's skin was on fire: and history considered, that wasn't a metaphor he used lightly. His brow, his collar, everywhere shielded enough from the surrounding inferno to collect moisture without it being instantly seared away by the glaze. He grimaced hard, hoping that by some focus of intense emotion could numb out the pain; it didn't. Sense memory brought the scent of his burning flesh to the back of his throat all over again; felt his stomach twist with pain and nausea at everything he recalled.

    He lashed out, more on instinct than anything, hurling his pocketful of loose change towards Diana. His powers turned their trajectories ballistic, a hail of cents and dimes and quarters hurtling towards the hydrokinetic like a swarm of shuriken. She dodged, with the kind of skill and agility that made Tom's heart sink at the rapidly decreasing odds of him gaining the upper hand in this fight; but thankfully not quite enough to avoid a few bullet-force impacts and grazes from the hail of coins; enough to fracture Diana's concentration and allow Tom a brief few seconds of relief.

    Tom didn't squander his advantage; throwing himself forward he thrust the floor away, flinging as much impulse as he could muster to knock Diana off balance, shoving her into an ungraceful tumble towards the ground. Tom kicked and shoved his way off one of the pillars holding up the golf club's ceiling, flinging him to a new part of the all-too-small arena, wanting every instant of advantage over Diana that he could muster. He landed with cat-like grace and scanned his surroundings for weapons; a handful of cutlery scattered by his domino tables was grabbed into a fist; he pressed himself behind cover, and contemplated his next move.

    A distant sound assaulted his senses; a ringing that after a split second came closer and closer. His eyes turned towards the ceiling as has he recognised the fire alarm, and understood what it meant. A moment later, the sprinklers burst into life, and the restaurant filled with rain.

    Oh, Tom mused quietly to himself, dread forming in his stomach. Oh shit.

  6. #146
    The sudden downpour from the sprinklers parted around her as she slowly turned to look at the seeping red stain that was soaking into the torn sleeve of her shirt. It was just a graze, nothing major, but the flare of pain was enough to shove her ever closer to an edge she had been teetering on. The strange combination of fire, water, and sirens did nothing to really help the situation, it echoed a faint memory far too much for her liking. A sudden glance to her side that was met by empty air rather than the familiar smug grin of her counterpart was the final nudge as she was forced to be reminded that no, Sol wasn't where he was supposed to be because this guy had removed him from the equation.

    Water that fell near her began to freeze, frost forming outwards around the woman as she stared down the area she could only guess that Harriman was behind. There wasn't much in the way of cover, after all. The back of her mind warned against hurling anything that could be redirected at the man but that was the thing, her powers didn't just give momentum to something and hope it landed where it was intended, no... Diana was nothing if not in complete control. A slow smile spread across her lips as the sprinklers were focused upon organizing a two fold attack. The groundwork had already been laid within several seconds of the torrent they brought. A small gesture of her hand accompanied several large icy spikes to suddenly rise up and through the tables that Tom had ducked behind, shattering them in an instant. The process was repeated, this time where the man stood and in that same moment each droplet she could focus upon around him suddenly hardened and shot towards him.

    Diana had seen what Tom could do to a single man, but several hundred pinpricks that were willed to tear through him? Even if he was strong enough to push away that which she forced towards him, would he manage to get them all? Would he notice that at the same moment she was already planning her next move? Oh boy... was it a doozy. Problem was she wanted him to not notice the fact that the water raining down on him wasn't the only thing that was bringing a chill to his skin, that adrenaline wasn't the only reason his heart was suddenly beating harder than it had been. Oh Thomas... you really chose to take out the wrong twin in this fight.

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