Author: Silverpaw
Writing: random fight scene
Word Count: 884
Bree lashed her stylus through the air and whirled it around. As she did, a ghost-like puppet sprung out of the center of the stylus and spun.
"Song of Falling Star!" she called her puppet's name and the cat-shaped puppet took on a solid form. Bree took a step back and stretched her hands out before flipping her stylus. Along the way she hit three of the now-glowing circles on the end of the stylus, and Song's fur glowed with the charging of an attack.
The Marionette puppeteer sneered and brought out his own puppet, a large blue and orange wolf-like creature that was called "Vyronika". The Marionette puppeteer tossed his stylus up and touched the circles on the stylus lightly. Responding, Vyronika lashed out with his claws. Fire spewed out the end of the claws but at Bree's direction Song spun out of the way. The small cat tottered a few paces backwards as if it were about to loose its balance and then tore at the wolf's unprotected flank. Vyronika howled, snapping its jaws at the smaller cat. A burst of water spun up from his giant paws and washed Song off his back, but not before she left three long gashes. The blue-gray she-cat landed in a puddle a little bit away from the wolf, but before she could clamber to her paws the water shot up.
"Song!" Bree cried, watching her puppet helplessly as it was blasted into the air and fell back towards the ground. But as Vyronika crouched to leap, she hit another circle on her stylus and spun the tool around counterclockwise. In the air, Song reacted after a brief moment's hesitation. She twisted, using her tail for balance, and a blast of sound hurtled towards the wolf so that when Vyronika leapt, she crashed straight into the sound barrier and fell back wimpering. Song landed a few paces away, shaken but unhurt.
"Get up," Vyronika's puppeteer commanded harshly, turning his styler and lifting it. Painfully, the wolf-puppet obeyed.
Bree had Song charging her energy again, and the faint violet glow had reappeared around her, making her pelt take on an eerie ghost-like quality. Song's clear blue eyes were narrowed with concentration, and Bree closed her eyes briefly to see through her puppet's perspective.
Her eyes were still closed when Vyronika attacked again and Bree didn't dare open her eyes. Instead, she fought, seeing the battle from Song's point of view. Her hands moved fluidly in the gestures needed to direct Song and she felt her puppet's muscles bunch and her paws push against the muddy ground. When the energy had been sufficiently gathered, the pale-violet glow around Song melted into her pelt, converted into a strengthening and healing spell. She then leapt again, nipping the wolf-fiend's hind leg. Vyronika snapped her long jaws, and her puppeteer cursed. Bree commanded her warrior to bite down on the wolf's fluffy tail, but let go quickly.
Bree opened her eyes again and blinked a few times to clear her vision. Her adversary didn't look far from defeat now, and she directed Song to charge again. Vyronika launched a few aggressive attacks, and a few nipped Song's flank as she whirled and twirled out of harm's way, but on the whole, the small cat escaped easily, her agile body weaving through the wolf's elemental attacks.
"Finish this," Bree muttered under her breath and Song's last charge radiated from her in the form of a radial sound blast. Behind the blast was the full force of a dozen drums, trumpets, and horns, amplified into an operatic boom. When the sound had passed, the dog lay panting on the ground, and even when her puppeteer commanded up, she could do little more than lift her head from the grass for a few brief moments before it fell back. The puppet's body faded and whirled back into its puppeteer's styler as the puppeteer was still yelling at it.
"Fine!" the Marionette puppeteer finally said. He turned his glare to Bree, and said with a voice lathered with contempt and defeat, "You may have won this time, but the next time we meet you won't be so lucky. You can't stop us anyways." He shot them another dark look and tossed a smoke pellet at the ground before escaping. Bree could have probably chased after him, but she stayed where she was, letting Song yowl a last warning call at the escapers.
Bree tucked a strand of her smooth blond hair behind a slightly pointed ear. "Good work Song," she said. "You fought well."
The she-cat's ears twitched as she turned around to face her puppeteer and a look of pride and pleasure crossed her face before she trotted forward and touched the stylus lightly with the tip of her tail. The cat was enveloped in a violet-white glow, as if she were concentrating her powers again, but this glow engulfed her in an opaque bubble and sucked her into the stylus.
Bree nodded, hooked her puppeteer stylus back on her belt and gazed into the distance. The smoke was clearing, but the Marionette puppeteer had vanished as well.
"I'll find you," she murmured to no one in particular. "We'll meet again."
Artist's Note: This was actually from...a long time ago, October 2010 according to the datestamp on Scrivener, though I've learned not to trust those too much. But yea. I didn't really write anything this week, so... >.<
An attempt at battle writing; what do you think?
Hopefully I'll get over my lack of motivation soon..... please comment! See you next week!
~Silverpaw.
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