Chapter 2: Third Fight of Fiona!
Brodee simply sighs, looking around for something to distract him from the fact that he’s probably broken a couple of ribs from that katana handle to gut, not that his ribs are there or anything. His eyes eventually settle on a sports shop. He’s entranced by the sight of his hobby, deviating from the group to take a look in the window, his eyes lighting up at high quality sports equipment. His eyes are then brought to the price tags, high quality equipment requires high quality funds, funds that a guy like him doesn’t have. “Want it?” Reign appears next to him without a sound outside their words, “… Late birthday gift” their visible cheek reddens a small amount.
“Wait, you sure?” Brodee’s tone is of pure disbelief, not that he felt forgotten but Reign wasn’t one for getting gifts, not because they don’t care, they’re just horrible at remembering other people, a habit they appear to be trying to improve on. “It’d be great if you can afford it, the material is thicker so it’d be better for bouncing and it should stand up to more hits than the cheap one I’ve got” his eyes light up yet again, fully pulled in by the allure of better equipment and the idea of what could be done with it.
“No worries” Reign offers a small smile despite their deadpan tone, “I’m well paid” they head inside, coming out a few minutes later with both a basketball, a pair of designer sports shoes, and a lighter bank account. Brodee excitedly bounced the ball around, oohing and ahhing at the better bounce, the more secure feel, and the improved grip. But then he stopped, Reign wasn’t putting on the trainers, “… last birthday” they put the trainers in front of Brodee, “Said your size…” they think for a minute, “… 3 years ago…” he removes his trainers, a size too small, and puts on the new trainers, a perfect fit. “Sorry for forgetting” Reign’s tone shifts ever so slightly, the voice just a tiny bit shaky. He sighs, enjoying the feel of the trainers for a small moment before pulling them into a tight hug, hoping that a quieter show of emotion would get through to the quieter person. It takes a few seconds but the hug is reciprocated, a sigh being the only verbal response, a sigh of letting out hot air, unknown stress, and other such bad things.
“I am so glad I slipped a tracker in your pockets when we were leaving the lab” Del walks up with a smile, “… Nice shoes” she points finger guns to Reign’s shoes, waits a second, then goes back to walking to the next fight location without a care in the world, the rest of the group following along, a bit more of a spring in the duo’s steps. They soon find themselves standing outside a sparsely populated pub, no one outside and only small flickers of movement can be seen in the windows, Del’s hand stops inches from the handle, “Want to know about her before we go in?” She looks back to the group, getting nods in response, “Alrighty, Fiona Colour is fast, fashionable, and fearless, she is an elementalist through her giant paintbrush weapon and an illusionist through her own powers. Digital eyes aren’t fooled by the illusion, so I’ll be at an advantage but you two will be on your own unless you want to risk pulling out a camera… that enough?” Once again a couple of nods.
The door slowly opens, all eyes drawn to a pair of people, serious expressions on their faces in the darkened room as one grabs a bat, they move to uncover an object roughly the same size as them, underneath was… a piñata! The area in front of the bar was cleared, outside of the piñata, a young man and a young woman, the both of them appearing to be the same age as the party. The woman is blindfolded and swinging a wooden stick around with a large grin on her face. One swing and a miss, two swing and a miss, three swing and a hit! Small sweets litter the ground as the man gives a little cheer, the woman removing her blindfold and looking around, eyes lighting up at the sweets.
The party simply waits in an awkward silence around the entrance as the couple sweep up the sweets with their hands, finally noticing the party once the floor had gotten as clean as a couple of people scooping with limbs could make it. “Del!” The woman beams, dashing up close, “These must be your friends. I am Fiona Colour, protege of the Rainbow Stripes and leader of the B team… want a sweet?” Getting a closer look at Fiona, she has a different air around her, while the previous members seemed itching for a fight or at least wanting to get it over with instant attacks, she looks more ready to party, the arms of sweets not helping. The young lady stood with near flawless features, long blonde hair, and fashionable clothes from a classy autumn jacket to stylish shoes, a beaming expression on her face.
Despite everything that could be said on a first meeting, Reign had their typical few words, “Accent… Mayfair” they immediately stand a bit straighter, “From Catford myself” Brodee and Del share a very confused look, outside of the accent of… British, they clearly had no idea how it could be pinned down like that. “Nice seeing Londoner” Reign offers a smile, a much warmer smile than they’ve given so far.
Fiona beams even brighter, “Ah, a Lewisham lass-” her face quickly drops, she looks ready to facepalm but her sweet filled hands won’t let her, “……………………. shitting hell, sorry, label my posh butt dumb for that one” she looks to Reign who looks more caught off guard by the language than being called `lass`, giving a sigh of relief, she finally continues, “-well you don’t get many people with a London accent around here, good to have someone around here that knows the city, not that I don’t like the local accent, but the rest of the family either are southern English or American” there’s a sparkle in her eyes, “Do you get me?” Reign simply replies with a hurried nod, “Well win or lose, I’m gonna make you a pen pal” she gives a playful wink and a giggle.
The man approaches, putting his armfuls of sweets on a nearby table and pulling Fiona away for a second to do the same, “I’m Arthur, don’t worry too much about me, I’m not the one you’re fighting, but I am the zeon prince so I should probably watch” next to Fiona, Arthur looks extremely plain, short, somewhat messy jet black hair, casual black clothes. Something out of the corner of his eye makes him jump, Fiona’s just pulled out pom poms! “Oh can I just watch, official duty and all that?” given Fiona’s quick change into a pounce like pose, watching wasn’t an option. Like lightning, she tackled him to the ground, securing his hands around the pom poms, a moment of pause as they just stared at each other before bursting out laughing, struggling but eventually getting to their feet. “I guess you also…” he doesn’t get to finish the sentence, the look he gets is enough to know the answer.
The prince, resigned to his fate, started to change. In a couple of seconds, he had completely changed to a feminine form, while for the most part he looked the same apart from… woman, his haircut changing to a long pixie cut being the biggest change outside of this. Reign and Brodee looked at Arthur in amazement, mouth agape and all. Fiona speaks up with a smirk, “I hope you’re reacting like that because of the shape shifting and not because he’s hot, he’s mine!” She wraps an arm around him and holds on tight, using her free arm to fan away at the party, “… Wait why am I doing this, I gotta beat you guys up anyway… sorry Del, not going to go easy on you” she peels herself off of Arthur and leads everyone outside.
Once everyone got into position, she stomped her foot onto the ground, a giant paintbrush launching up in a rapid spin, she grabs it out of the air, pointing the brush end towards the party, standing on one leg with her free hand making a peace sign. Arthur quietly cheers with the pom poms. “Now would be a good time to get your weapons out” she paints on the ground, jumping on it, cannonball style, causing the paint to explode and launch her high into the air causing her to become a silhouette in the beaming sun.
She rolls a couple of times, holding her brush above her head and aiming right as Reign with the thick wooden handle. Then she falls, falling, falling, falling, as she gets ever closer to breaking a skull, Reign feels something on their arm, a nanobot formed shield, circular and already strapped in for Reign to raise their arm up and……
Fiona phases through them and through the floor. A flicker of something catches their eye as they throw their arm around behind them, a heavy impact hitting the shield and pushing them back but they hold their ground. The culprit flickers into view, Fiona’s face appears with a wild smile and a deep fire in her eyes, pushing her full weight onto her paintbrush and into Reign’s shield. “You better not disappoint me now, Catford” Fiona flashes a cocky grin, flipping back and onto her feet to avoid a basketball which would have hit her head. She takes a simple moment to stretch, out of nowhere a large rocket propelled metallic fist clocks her in the face, sending her spinning on the spot.
She orients herself, watching the scene around her, grabbing the rocket fist on its return trip, putting her hand inside and using the power of the rocket fist to punch the returning basketball directly towards Reign, the fist quickly collapsing into nanobots and returning to Del. Reign uses their shield to deflect the basketball back to Brodee with good enough timing to actually get it to him. Fiona sighs, “Gosh, you do have a good eye,I might have overplayed my powers already, if you’re expecting me to fool you with illusions, you should better know that I love a good twist”
With a twirl of her brush, she splatters blue paint on the ground, a wall of ice erupting from it, creating a wall between herself and Reign, another splatter of paint at her feet and a blast is sending her straight towards Brodee and Del. She sprays some brown paint ahead of her, hardening into small fragments not unlike shrapnel, both targets jumping to the side but suffering some cuts, nothing too deep or sticking in. She skids to a halt on her feet, followed by one crossbow bolt scraping her right shoulder and another bolt sinking into her left shoulder, she gasps but otherwise doesn’t react to the bolt lodged in her, instead splatting some red paint behind Brodee, causing an eruption of flames behind him as she threw herself towards him, already at a half swing.
He goes for a trickshot off the ground, slamming his basketball into the ground and putting his arms up to block the strike the best he can, closing his eyes and putting everything into his feet and arms. The blow comes, a hard hit at full force slamming against his arm but unlike the blow against Reign, the force on his arms unexpectedly stopped, he opens his eyes, looks like the basketball got her in the gut and in the moment, Del was able to wrap a whip around her arm, able to keep her fixed in place in a clash of strength.
She looks below herself, using her foot to kick the basketball used to attack her behind her, distracting Del enough to pull the whip from her hand and take control of it, whipping in front of and behind her, landing strikes on Brodee and Del, leaving deep wounds across their chests but not taking them out of the fight yet. “Del, blunt arrows!” Reign calls out, crossbow pointed directly at little Fiona. A whip comes Regin’s way, aiming for their shield but the shield collapses into nanobots before the whip can land, the nanobots clinging to Reign’s full clip of crossbow bolts, bolts that were soon fired as trick shots in Fiona’s direction, her looking at the pathing of the bolts, whipping a couple out of the air to make an opening to jump though to avoid where was aimed for.
However, the bolts continue to bounce around, an unclear reason for so much bouncing until Fiona feels the punch of 4 separate blunt bolts, all hitting her chest and back, completely taking the air out of her lungs. As she attempts to get her breath back, Reign kicks her to the floor, crossbow pointed an inch from her face, the intent was clear enough. “Fine… you win, good game, Catford” she smirks to them, pushing the crossbow aside and getting up and finishing that stretch from earlier, “Dang you put on a good show, thought I might have had it in the bag when Del pulled out an old style whip and let me take it” she carelessly pulls out the crossbow bolt from her shoulder as she speaks, throwing the bolt in a nearby bin.
A big yawn escapes her lips, “I think it might be time for my prince to whisk me away” she throws her arms up in the air and slowly starts to fall backwards, like lightning, Arthur was behind her for the catch, “Well since my prince is here, you know a true love kiss from a prince heals all… darn I love it when you’re so cute” she giggles frantically to herself, getting weaker and weaker until it’s pretty sure that she’s fallen asleep, a gentle smile on her face.
In the next chapter!
“Get them healed up…”
Brodee casually throws his arms around Arthur and Reign
“I had to take a punt…”
‘WENDY’ is written on the top of a sketchpad page
“… don’t expect to remember how you leave”
Next time in Chapter 3: Worries of Wendy
Credits
- Colour Printer – Writing & Cover art
- skelaxo – Fiona story art (Comm him, his art is amazing!)
Thanks
- Molrcore – Giving the push to see this through