014 - You must be mad, or you wouldn't have come here.

[notdreaming]

[ Video ]

[ Kara is standing in front of That Door. Well, leaning against it, actually. Her expression is utterly bored, and her tone vaguely condescending. ]

I think I was unconscious the last time these imposters or whatever you people are showed up. So stop me if I'm mistaken, but you come from a different barge, right? One that still works? I'm sure you're all positively terrified to speak up after Ben's little show, but honestly, grow a backbone.

[ She turns the camera so that it captures the whole of The Door. There can be no mistaking what she's talking about. ]

And you have something to do with this door, too. So, and again, tell me if I'm wrong about this, but some of you probably want to go through it again, don't you?

I just want to make this totally clear: Nobody is going anywhere without me.

Now do you want to speak up?

[ooc| assumed cr meme which says the same thing as her plotting post. ]

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[notdreaming]

[ It doesn't feel good. And the force is sufficient to knock her across the deck. But Kara is as creative as she is stubborn. She stays far enough away to give herself plenty of reaction time, and aims laser vision at the space where his brain ought to be. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[He doesn't so much see it coming as have a few seconds of warning when her eyes start to glow. And this version of Blight is a few years down the road - he's had some more experience with getting scrappy.

He ducks slightly, rasing one forearm to block. Of course that means the laser cuts through his limb instead of his head. He howls in pain and anger.]

[notdreaming]

[ She doesn't let up for even a second. She doesn't care where she hits him, just that she does. Lasers zig-zag across the deck, leaving deep burns in their wake. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[There's a few self-cauterizing wounds on his arms, legs, one went through his lower chest...and then she hits the arm that has already started shifting to being more energy than flesh. It sets off a weird chain reaction; the shape of his arm seems to warp and bubble, shifting and then almost flickering out of existence for a second before it settles again.

That tears it, for him.]

Enough.

[It's a low hiss so harsh and guttural it sounds more like a cauldron bubbling, almost, than a real voice. He summons another one of his bursts to his hand, this time keeping it smaller so he can be more precise, and when he has an opening lobs it right at her head.]

[notdreaming]

[ She dodges so hard she's on the opposite side of the deck when the lasers start up again. ]

You never learn, do you?

[walkingmeltdown]

[This time his only response is another guttural yell. He follows the lasers to their source, turning to locate her, and then runs at her full-out, hurling as many projectile blasts as he can along the way.

Ready to throw himself at her, if she stays in one place and he can get close enough.]

[notdreaming]

[ Staying still is for losers. She has to stop shooting lasers to focus, and she can't avoid all of the blasts, but she zigzags through the air anyway. As she does she moves ever higher. She won't give him the chance to use his fists. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[He grows increasingly frustrated as more than once he dives for her, only for her to no longer being there. Finally he gets underneath her and makes a leap and a grab.

Depending on how high she actually is by this point...well he'll either wrap one burning hand around her boot and try bringing her down with him, or be left comically clawing at the air again for a second.]

[notdreaming]

[ He gets a hold of her ankle, but luckily the material is more than tough enough to withstand a nuclear blast. I'm dead serious, it's canon. She goes into an airborne somersault, spinning at super speed until he's flung away from her. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[So long as he's still clinging to her, he tries to climb higher, burning as hard as he can as he digs his fingers into her calf and thigh. But the rapid spinning isn't something exactly anyone can hold on through, especially someone without super-strength.

At the speed and momentum he's hurled off with he lands hard against a nearby wall of the deck. Partially liquidating the metal he makes contact with as he goes sliding down, but still winds up slumped on the ground for a bit, sore and winded.]

[notdreaming]

[ He leaves nasty burns in her knee and thigh - the only places not covered by the fabric. She takes advantage of the moment he's winded by aiming her laser vision at him again, this time trying to take his heat off. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[With no room for defense or reaction this time the blow lands unchecked. He gives a shrieking yell of agony, hurling another explosive bomb-blast her way in response - more of a hair trigger reflex than a proper counter.

He'll down fighting with every ounce of lethal power offered to him, but really, now that her upper hand has been made concrete, there's really nothing but time stopping the inevitability of her ripping him apart in the manner of her choosing.]

[notdreaming]

[ As it happens, the manner of her choosing is to incapacitate him first and then literally rip him limb from limb. She manages this by keeping her lasers on him while she closes in and grabs for an arm to rip off of his body. ]