The firestarter was going to be hers. The Buggy Broad wanted to see what she could do. That was fine by her, she didn't mind showing off a little if the other woman wanted a show. They just had to find the kid first and unless he'd managed to blow a hole in the wall and make an escape it shouldn't be too much longer. They had to have been running out of warehouse at that point.

She poked her head into any rooms that the insect woman passed over, making sure they didn't miss anyone though most turned out to be empty. There weren't very many to search but they were worth looking into anyhow. People tended to gravitate to any hole they could find and try to disappear into it like a bunch of rats.

Giving up another room as an empty waste of time she perked up when she heard more shouting just ahead. The bug woman had slipped ahead of her and was bellowing back to get her attention. It sounded like the pyro had finally come out of hiding and was trying to put the bug down. Isabel could hear the heat sizzling through the air in between the shouting. He sounded cocky, just like most of the other pyros she'd met. She could work with cocky, it tended to make people careless.

Quickly adjusting her armor so it covered her clothing and encompassed her head, she ducked back out of the empty room and toward the shouting. Strong as she was she had no desire to suffer burns from the hothead. She couldn't remember ever fighting a pyro before, but she was confident enough that her armor would at lest save her from the worst of it.

Flames were already sparking along the floor wherever the kid's projectiles missed. Lava hadn't been something Isabel had anticipated, but in the end it would be all the same. She watched him inch out of the storage container after the wasp woman with every ball of the stuff her hurled while she dodged them with seeming ease. He was already getting frustrated, she could see it in his movements. Harsh, sloppy. Pathetic.

Isabel crept along the wall, wanting to get as close as she could and hopefully get behind him before he realized the flying woman wasn't his only problem. the warehouse was catching and it was already getting smoky. They'd have to start moving more quickly in order to stay ahead of the blaze. Once it started to hit the cardboard and the paperwork spread throughout the place it would spread rapidly.

She drew two blades into her hands as she approached, letting him get a few more steps away from the wall before she made a break for it. Finally catching the movement the kid wheeled and tossed another pair of lava globs without really aiming, curses and violent promises dropping out of his mouth. The first glob didn't even come close but she had to weave to avoid the second one, feeling it graze her shoulder as it passed. It blackened and cracked the bone there and she let the sizzling chunk of it drop from her body, rapidly replacing it as it fell away. It was hotter than she'd anticipated, her skin under the protection pink and sweaty from even the brief brush of heat.

He was hurrying to form another pair of projectiles when she lunged, plunging the two blades into his neck just above the collarbone. She could feel them splintering as they cracked and sizzled and she hurried to repair and replace the bone as it was damaged. Hot blood and scorching hands hit her armoring, searing it where they fell, but not for long. She pulled the blades from the wounds and he dropped, unable to staunch the bleeding.

She left the charred blades in the nearest spattering of cooling lava and reabsorbed some of her armoring, letting the undamaged bone slip back under her clothing and shaking off the damaged pieces. She brushed away the hair that was sticking to her forehead and heaved a sigh of relief. That had been a little too toasty.

Oh the flamehead was certainly what Isabel had described, someone hotheaded and too full of himself know to truly understand what was going on. As Agnes mocked and belittled the M-user, she spun and flew fast and hard through the sky, trying to stay ahead of those molten balls of magma. She tried to be smart about it, hovering and flying through areas where, if he missed, would immediately start catching fire, and it seemed her gambit was working; before long, nothing but orange flames filled the air, almost choking the space with place smoke.

Agnes should have been scared of the fire, she knew that. Fire was one of her biggest weaknesses because of how biological her mutation was based. It was one of the most basic elements that all living creatures should fear, but Agnes pushed through it. She used the adrenaline that pumped into her system to fuel her movement and speed as kept the fire starter’s attention. Not only did she enjoy mocking him but she also made a wonderful distraction.

She caught sight of Isabel fairly quick, after all, she was speaking as loud as she was in an attempt to call her over. Lo and behold, the bone-clad beauty arrived, armored up and ready to play. Agnes didn’t reveal the other’s location, however, as she took it upon herself to keep the fire user distracted and setting his own place of employment on fire -- and he was doing a damn good job of it too. Whirling through the air, Agnes could see that they would have to move a bit faster now to ensure that all the humans were handled. Then again, it seemed as if Scorch were going to do the job for them.

Speaking of…

Agnes whipped across the air again, narrowly missing another ball of lava, but she wouldn’t have to continue for long. Coming to a hover, she grinned when Isabel suddenly made her move. Scorch caught it, attempted to fend her off, but quickly found himself outmatched when a pair of bony daggers were jammed into his throat. Isabel, coming out the victor, pulled her daggers from him with a sickening sound and Agnes hovered down, grinning at the twitching body that slowly converted and cooled in blackened, cracked mass.

Fires rose around them. The place was already looking and feeling like a furnace. Still, she had to take a moment to appreciate true craftsmanship. Standing to her full height, balanced on a pair of her appendages, she grinned with her sharpened teeth towards the buxom brunette.

”Ooo, lovely work indeed,” she purred.

She then moved past her, leaving the flames in the room behind. There was one last loading dock to check and she was certain that was where the rest of the crew were trying to escape. As a matter of fact, she could hear the sounds of people banging against the sliding metallic doors where trucks will usually fill the spots to be loaded. But, just as she reached for the door, a large fist dented from the opposite side, before being fully ripped off and brandished like a shield. There she was, the b**** that had started this whole mess, trying to get Agnes to come in for a “good time”. The insect queen snarled but was quickly, and literally, shown the door. Agnes scarcely had time to brace when the door smashed against her carapace covered arm, knocking her off to the side.

The woman, huffed like a bull and eyed the bow-wearing woman nearby. Turned, she slammed the door/shield down between them. “You aren’t going anything, b****!” she spat. “You’re not getting through me! I'll break every bone in your body!”

Things were heating up fast. The fire was spreading quickly and the flames were putting out a good deal of smoke. They'd have to find the rest of the rats fast if they wanted to make it out of the warehouse before the whole thing filled up with it and made it difficult to see. Or breathe.

Isabel simply nodded at the compliment and fell in step behind the other woman. She left the door open against her better judgement, wanting to make it easier for the fire to spread more quickly. They had to be close to reaching the last few corners of the building so they wouldn't have to stick around too much longer before breaking out. They could beat the fire as long as they kept moving.

They were just nearing the last dock when the insect woman was unceremoniously swatted away like an errant fly. Isabel swore an reflexively backed up a few paces, her attention leaving the tangle of wings and spikes as the metallic door was loudly slammed against the ground. She'd completely forgotten about the muscle-head and could only heave a sigh now that she'd been reminded.

"Big talk for a wannabee. Plenty of real mutants have tried it and failed," she shot back. The armoring along her arm split into downward-facing spines which then grew and twisted together over her hand and lower arm, leaving her with a large spike to wield. The door wasn't a terrible idea to utilize, but the ones attached to loading docks almost always possessed a number of breaks and hinges so they could bend to accommodate the ceiling. That meant there were weak points in the girl's armor that Isabel's blade would have an advantage over.

"Up and at 'em, Bug Breath. Can't expect me to do all the work," she called over her shoulder, hoping but not bothering to check that the other mutant hadn't been knocked unconscious by the impact. The meathead could only hold the door in one direction at a time and even with all that muscle behind her there was only so much she'd be able to do to try and stop the assault.

Isabel sprouted her own set of insectoid appendages, lifting herself up off the ground and starting her advance. They would grant her a longer reach and more dexterity. The overgrown wasp could take notes.

Okay, so she should have been expecting that. She knew that the strong one was still somewhere in the building but rather than anticipate her lying in wait, she instead was knocked onto her ass because she wasn’t paying attention. When the door was busted inward, Agnes cursed to herself. A second too slow to react and the door was effectively turned into a baseball bat and proceeded to send her flying across the flaming warehouse and into a distant brick wall. Her carapace was probably the only that saved her from instantly dying on impact; however that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Momentarily she saw nothing but blackness but the smoke that whirled about her was enough to bring her back to her senses. She shook her head, trying to knock loose the stars that kept circling around her mind, and refocused her compound on eyes on what was occurring across the room.

>>"Big talk for a wannabee. Plenty of real mutants have tried it and failed,"

Agnes growled as she moved onto her jelly-like feet. The blow had caused her a pretty harsh wobble but she certainly was made of tougher stuff. A grin cracked her lips as she listened to Isabel’s banter. Her body was quickly armoring up with thick, spiky bone. Truly it made her proud they were on the same side…

...even if the bow-wearing brunette was refusing to see the possibilities of their “friendship”.

>>"Up and at 'em, Bug Breath. Can't expect me to do all the work,"

”Such a sweet talker,” Agnes said coyly. She still winced as she straightened up, noting that one of her appendages had broken and was hanging by a sinewy strand. A firm flick of the arm and the appendage broke off, flying into the rising flames. She greeted her teeth through the pain, rolled her neck and zeroed in on their attacker.

The meathead was proving to be just that. The door she held up as a shield had weak points but with her added strength, it was still going to be a mission to put her down. She held the shelf up towards Isabel but her eyes followed as she watched Agnes creep along to the side, try to divide her attention. Reaching with a free hand towards a thick hunk of the railing, the M-user proceeded to rip it up from the concrete foundation and brandished it like a crude club. Wild eyes darted between Isabel and Agnes as she smashed it against the ground in warning.

“Come on b*****s!” she screamed hoarsely. “You want to play with me!? LET’S GO!!”

Agnes grinned. She would be the first to make a move. Her large appendages skittered across the concrete, a terrifying sight to behold. Just as the meathead turned to face her, Agnes’s wings beat hard and fast, lifting her from the ground and launching her towards the super-strong woman like a bullet from a gun. A swipe from the pipe came fast but Agnes lifted her carapace covered arm, taking the brunt of the blow before she exhaled, releasing a buzzing swarm of insects into the woman’s face.

She screamed and Agnes proceeded to shove her towards the brunette. ”Tag!” she cackled gleefully.

Blindly stumbling backwards, the meathead, knowing something was wrong, made a hard swipe with the shield in Isabel’s direction.

Divide and conquer was a good strategy. Isabel was more of a brute force first strategize later kind of fighter, but against an opponent that was nothing but brute force it wasn't always the most effective method. At least the insect woman was bringing something to the table after getting fly swatted.

Isabel watched the M user swivel her attention between the two of them with no small amount of amusement and skittered her way back and forth as the other woman circled, the flurry of clicks from both sets of insectoid appendages striking the floor and adding to the confusion.

A makeshift weapon was acquired, a sudden bolt of movement made as the other woman flew at the meathead, bugs were everywhere. She moved forward as the attention shifted, hesitating only momentarily at the sight of the swarm, not relishing the idea of getting a face full of those nasty bugs. But it was just enough of a pause for the target to take advantage of.

The blade in her hand had been raised, ready to drive its point into the woman's side when she'd suddenly swung. The tip of Isabel's weapon punctured the door-shield and caught, the momentum of the swing yanking her arm across her chest and turning her body so her shoulder and hip caught the brunt of the metal. Her weapon dislodged and she was sent tumbling and sprawling.

She scrambled to get back to her feet, bony appendages scraping and scrabbling at the concrete floor messily while she tried to shake off the dizziness of her tumble. Her shoulder shifted back into its socket with a loud snap and the broken armoring around her hip stitched itself back together. No permanent damage, but there'd be one hell of a bruise to contend with.

Finally getting her feet under her and then lifting back up onto her spidery appendages, she moved forward again, faster and more erratically this time. The buggy woman was already so much closer, leaving her a better opportunity to draw some blood, but Isabel wasn't going to be brushed off so easily. She just had to get up close, past that door and then she'd be able to do some real damage.

While Agnes was all about the foreplay, right now she needed to spill blood. The muscle woman had already proven to be far too much of a liability, already humiliating her back in that alleyway and stringing her up as if she were some butterfly pinned to cardboard. It was something that she was never going to forget, nor forgive. Oh but she would make the woman beg. She would make her beg for every agonizing second that she could draw out of her still beating heart. No one toyed with her in that manner, especially when she was simply stating her disinterest in the other’s advances.

The duo skittered in unison around Muscle Queen’s makeshift shield. When Agnes finally had seen an opening, she rushed in, unleashing a swarm directly into the woman’s face, causing her to shriek and back step. Agnes had hoped the opening would work for Isabel and shouted that she was tagging her in. But, to her disappointment, while Isabel was faster, Muscles was just a little faster.

Even Agnes winced, seeing her spin and catch Isabel’s deadly weapon in the shield. The brunette seemed stuck, then was shown to be stuck when Muscles pulled, forcefully twirling Isabel around and swatting her away with the bare side of her shield. Agnes watched as Isabel tumbled away, colliding with the ground and turning a few times before finally coming to a stop. Eyes snapped back to Muscles and snorted in anger.

”Think you can just treat mutants however you want, huh?” she snarled. The room was blackening with smoke but Agnes didn’t seem to mind. Through the crackling and burning, the sounds of buzzing grew all the louder. ”You’re dead wrong!”

Already she could see Isabel moving to stand and tending to her wounds, but Agnes needed to keep Muscles eyes on her. She advanced, skittering across the ground, across the wall, and over any hazards. Her wings beat furiously but it was the harsh tik-tik-tik of her spines across the concrete floor that only upped the nervous energy. Muscles kept a brave face, staring Agnes down -- it seemed she wasn’t going to blink in this chicken race.

Neither was Agnes.

A fierce roar and Muscles took a swipe at Agnes, just before she could strike, but the insect queen was faster than she appeared, beating her wings to hover backwards before lashing out with two of her spindly arms. Quickly the screech against the woman’s metal shield. Appearing to be knocked off balance, Agnes shuddered, an opportunity that Muscles salivated to take advantage of. Her head railing was raised, ready to bring down on the insect queen’s head, but she never checked the blind spot.

STAB!!

The pointed end dug deep into Muscles’ calf, tearing out sinewy red threads of gore. Even with enhanced strength, she wasn’t durable enough to survive that. A firm pull and Agnes left a gaping, sucking wound in the woman’s leg. Muscles roared in frustration and stumbled haphazardly away from Agnes to try and regain some kind of footing, despite the fact that one leg was so badly mangled..

Agnes only grinned, watching Isabel over Muscles’ shoulder as she advanced. ”Poor baby,” she purred. ”Looks like you don’t have a leg to stand on.”

Hamstringing the woman was a fairly effective distraction. The Musclehead shouted and wheezed, leaving a generous trail of blood in her wake as she tried to back away like some kind of gory slug. Isabel could practically see the remaining muscles on her leg working under all the blood and hanging flesh. There was no way she'd be able to make a quick enough retreat to have even the slightest chance of getting away even if she wanted to.

Not that she would ever get that chance.

Steadily Isabel had been advancing, weaving this way and that to try and get at the woman's back or at least far enough out of her sight that she would have a better chance of landing a good hit. A torn up leg was good for hindering their target's movements and slowing her down enough to more easily set her up as a target.

As soon as she was able to line herself up with the woman's back for more than a few fleeting seconds she flung herself forward and drove the point into the woman's back, using the momentum from her additional appendages to wedge it up and under her shoulder blade and twisting until she heard a crack.

Payback was a bitch.

She used to be squeamish at the sight of blood and gore. It was surprising considering that she was a living insect hive, crawling with bugs and other multi-legged creepy crawlies just beneath her skin. They lived in filth and refuse, were the very image of utter grotesqueness of life, and yet the sight of a bit of blood used to turn her stomach. But the operative term here is “was”. She WAS squeamish. She WAS grossed out by it. But not anymore. It was a natural part of life, suffering, and death, so what was there to be turned away by? Everything that lived, died, it was the natural order.

The natural order decided everything. It decided who was worthy to keep living. Right now was a perfect example of such thinking as the carapace-covered hive queen loomed over the one boisterous M-user. After hamstringing the woman, she lost a majority of her bravado and was not as simpering as a newborn kitten. Agnes continued to advance upon her, one slow step at a time, but each jab of her spiny appendages into the concrete echoed with a unnerving thunk!.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!!

The pale horseman rides ever closer.

The enhanced human continued to drag herself backwards, leaning against whatever she could, not caring if fire rose all around her, only that she needed to get away from the cackling insect. The stubbornness had left her eyes and now there was only that twinkle, that spark of fear that arose whenever someone was faced with their own mortality. She didn’t want to die. Even if it was a completely fruitless effort, she wanted to keep backing away, flee from the oncoming monstrosity, holding onto whatever hope she could that life may yet still be within her--

GASP!

She paused. She turned her head, and she spotted the other that she had been too preoccupied to notice. Isabel was there, a bony dagger driven into the woman’s back and turned with such a crunch that bones and organs were quickly rendered maimed. Blood and pain seeped out of the wound, eventually causing her to stumble onto the ground into a heap of red and gore.

And Agnes...Agnes just purred in delight. Her eyes drifted from the fallen body, back to the plump partridge with the bow in her hair. Really, this was too much fun.

”What took you?” she grinned. It was just a tease, nothing more. With that she turned her back on the buxom brunette and headed towards the door. ”Come on. The boss and the last of them should be just on the other side of that. Let’s finish this, shall we?”

The sickening crunch of bone shifting and cartilage giving away, the horrified look of pain and realization, all of it bloody and satisfying. She had been missing this sort of untethered fun since getting tangled up with a certain windbag, but with a new faction at her back she could afford to let loose a little.

Yanking her weapon out of the fresh corpse and shaking off the lose bits of gore, she gave the insect woman a withering look in response to her comment. At least she'd come out of it without any serious damage unlike the woman who was now sporting one less appendage.

"I've been ready to get this over and done with, so hurry up. I don't wanna get any crispier than I already am." Just one more and they could get out of what was quickly turning into an active furnace. Hopefully the boss man was in power through the use of financial prowess instead of physical. Most people at the top employed hard-hitting grunts to compensate for their own lack of fighting ability. With how quickly the place was starting to burn it would be much quicker and easier to kill a businessman than another brawler.

Agnes absolutely loved this. The mayhem, the metallic scent of blood in the air. It didn’t even bother her that she was missing an appendage. It would grow back when she molted again. Right now she was far too enraptured in watching the other woman work. She was merciless. She ripped into their opponent with ease and sprayed her blood across the concrete without a second thought. Ugh, it was poetry in motion. However, as much as she wanted to stand there and just admire the lovely brunette with the man bows and the vicious attitude, there was that small matter of fire being literally all around them.

It was time to wrap things up. With a bit of sass against Isabel taking her time in dispatching the other, she turned and swayed towards the space where the door used to be. And yet, through the crackling, she heard the other's reply.

>>"I've been ready to get this over and done with, so hurry up. I don't wanna get any crispier than I already am."

”Oooo,” she purred. ”Sweetie, I can certainly understand. You’re hot enough already.”

A snicker followed her as she stepped through the doorway, hands on her hips and surveying the inside. For the most part it seemed to be just another loading dock, but the disarray within stressed just how much had happened. People had scrambled to get out, tearing themselves through shattered windows and trampling themselves to get through doorways. A few of the pathetic humans had indeed escaped but it was clear that they weren’t anybody important.

The real prize was the person in the back who was struggling to gathering as many goods as he could before making his exit. He was tall, lanky, with black hair, a greasy mustache, and an eyepatch emblazoned with a skull upon it. A case in one hand, Agnes could see the slips of money peeking out between the lids. But there was that unmistakable sound of clinking glass within as well. He wasn’t just trying to leave with money, he was trying to ensure that he was going to start this all over again. That clearly was not going to stand.

Waiting until Isabel was in the room with her, Agnes sighed and clicked her tongue disappointedly, immediately causing the other to whip around and spot them. His frantic eye looked between the two of them as he tried to suppress a cough from the encroaching smoke.

“Please…” he whispered. “...just...listen to reason. It was...It was just business, okay? I’ll leave you alone, promise.” He continued to back away. “Just let me walk and you can have the rest of the money. I promise.”

Apparently it was the power through money kind of boss running the place, judging my how scrawny he seemed to be under the ridiculous super villain accessories he tried to look tough with. That was just as well, it would make everything so much easier.

She nearly yawned as she scooted into the room after the insect woman to hear the man babbling on with the same old nonsense the always did. It got so droll after a while and she didn't have the patience to entertain it while the building was threatening to come down on their heads.

Propping a shoulder against the door she crossed her arm and heaved a sigh as her gaze drifted lazily from the bug lady to the panicked professor, taking in the sight of the briefcase as well as his words in a bored manner.

"Leave you alone so you can scurry off and start this whole operation over again? I don't think so. As much as I love ripping your lackeys apart I've got better things to do."

Turning her attention back to her waspy partner she hummed and tapped her chin in mock thought for a moment before she turned her finger in their target's direction. "What do you think? Pull him apart piece by piece, or throw him to the flames and watch him burn to a crisp?"

Agnes grinned, watching as the once powerful man begged and pleaded for his life. For him, it was just business, then again, he wasn’t the one who was being held and drained of blood to fund an illegal empire. Not that she cared about funding an illegal empire, but if she were going to be a part of that then she would have rathered a roll that was less demeaning and less fluids draining. After all, it was her life that she cared about and no one else’s; hence the reason that his pleading fell on deaf ears.

She smiled devilishly, crossing her arms over her chest as she hovered nearby, her thin, spindly appendages keeping her upright as she slowly advanced on the cowering man. Briefly she wondered how he would have felt his if employees had seen him in this state. Would they still have the respectful fear that they offered him? She doubted it. After all, the thin line that stained the inside of his trousers at the sight of both mutants was hardly capable of maintaining an aura of fear.

>>"Leave you alone so you can scurry off and start this whole operation over again? I don't think so. As much as I love ripping your lackeys apart I've got better things to do."

Agnes snorted. Using her appendages she leaned down extra close to him, turning her head as she watched him with her unnerving, compound eyes. ”Agreed,” she said gently. Bugs fell from her mouth, causing the man to cringe and turn away from the frightening visage. ”Can’t really allow you to run off and do what you did to me to another, can we?” She licked her lips, eyeing him as he shook his head fiercely in protest.

Leaning back, she didn’t hear his promises that he would shut down his business and never dabble in it again. He even peeled off his eyepatch, showing that he had two, healthy eyes. It was all aesthetics and nothing more; an image that he had cultivated just so that he could get into the business. Really, it was pathetic...and clearly a straw that ended Isabel’s care for the situation.

>>"What do you think? Pull him apart piece by piece, or throw him to the flames and watch him burn to a crisp?"

Agnes grinned, her gaze shifting to Isabel in thought. Slowly she settled down onto her own two feet. For a moment it seemed like maybe there was a bit of compassion, after all, she stopped making herself look big and scary. But that was the farthest thing from her mind.

His screeches filled the crackling air as two spines dug into his shoulders. Lifting him up, a rain of crimson falling upon her shoulders as she strolled towards Isabel. Lowering them, she presented the cringing, crying man before her as looked between Isabel and the open door with flames starting to grow hotter.

”Why not have our cake and eat it too?” she asked in a coy manner.

Isabel watched quietly, almost bored as the other woman advanced on the cowering man, her gaze trained on the asinine eyepatch no longer covering his panicked eye, annoyed by the useless accessory.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth when those nasty appendages finally got to work and pinned their target in place. The screams were almost satisfying enough as he was hoisted up and his weight pulled at the fresh wounds. Briefly she wondered how long he'd have to dangle there before his muscles and tendons finally gave out and dropped him in a heap on the ground. Unfortunately they didn't have that kind of time so she'd just have to speculate.

As the soon-to-be corpse is presented to her Isabel lifts her weight from the doorjamb and lets her arms uncross and drop. While he whimpered and pleaded she let her gaze drag over him, pondering, deciding letting him writhe for a moment. So many possibilities.

Lifting one hand she reached out to take hold of the offending eyepatch and pulled it from his head before pocketing it. That was really the only proper place to begin. If he wanted to play the part of menacing villain he could at least earn the accessories that he wanted to come with the job.

Drawing her hand back out of her pocket, five needle-like spikes of bone emerged from her fingertips, growing inch by inch as she brought them closer to his face. With her other hand she gripped his chin, keeping his head still as he squirmed and shouted. Calmly she held his gaze as she drove the needle points behind his eye and pulled, muscles letting go with a satisfying snap and dropping it into her palm. Wit a vicious grin she moved back, stepping out of the doorway and turning to roll the eye down the hall and into the approaching flames.

The sounds of agony actually made the insect queen purr with enjoyment. The man was begging, pleading for sanctuary amongst the two fiendish women. This was who he truly was. It made her wonder, exactly how had he treated others in his life? Was he cruel? Did he smack people around? Did he make others do it for him? He seemed like the type to hang back and let others get their hands dirty. The fake eyepatch alone was enough to prove he was incapable of any real degree of fear. Pathetic, really.

But for as much as a waste of skin as he was, the two really couldn’t waste any more time. The fire was contained in the other room but it would only be a matter of time before the smoky tendrils reached in here. Still, what would they do with this man? Kill him out right? Let the fires take him? Maybe a bit of torture was in order first? Oh it was so hard for a girl to choose. So why do it?

Agnes was menacing as she drove each sharpened appendage into the man’s body and lifted him, tearing sinewy muscles with abandon. But that was only phase one. As the man cringed and screamed, trying to crawl away, Agnes left it for Isabel to get a few licks in.

And boy did she.

This was probably what it was like to watch Da Vinci sculpt or Picasso paint. To watch someone, a genius some might say, so seeped in their medium -- it was awe-inspiring. Agnes practically held her breath as she watched the thin, needle-like protrusions erupt from the brunette’s fingertips. In the horror that followed, Agnes would not peel her eyes away, a phrase which took on a decidedly different meaning for Isabel’s victim. The poetic justice of it all made Agnes grin and coo as she advanced on the duo. The removed orb rolled away, leaving their victim thrashing in agony upon the ground. Lacking an eye, legs non-functioning, fire around the corner, really what as there left for them to do?

Agnes lifted her gaze to Isabel as a smile curled on her lips. ”I think we can make our exit now.” She said as she jabbed one more appendage into back of the man’s leg, causing a burst of marrow and gore. ”He’s certainly not going anywhere and…” she waved to the door they had come in from. ”Why deprive him of experience Hell twice?”

That fire was hot and it was chemically fueled. It would probably be one the worst and most agonizing deaths that the man could ever experience. But he didn’t hear most of her words. Rather he pleaded to whatever gods he still believed in, fruitlessly trying to clutch both his injured face and his damaged legs at the same time. Agnes was right, he wouldn’t be going anywhere.

With a flirty kiss into the air, she waved her hand to the man, pouting as she waved her hand. ”Good-bye. I hope you enjoy the barbeque.” She then turned and marched towards the only other door in the room, the one that lead outside. With a wink and a smile to Isabel, she marched towards it. ”Come on, gorgeous. Last one out is a human on fire.” With a cackle in the air, Agnes made for the back door and pulled it open. It was time to go.

The sweet sounds of suffering had been sorely missing from Isabel's life. Being able to get her hands dirty again without someone looking over her shoulder and reigning her in, or looking down their nose at her methods. A new faction that would provide her with more such opportunities. It was a feeling that had her grinning wildly.

She watched the man crumple when he's released, turning her head from the eruption of gore when his leg is pierced, not out of discomfort but rather to avoid too much of the higher flying spatter from hitting her face. Her gaze only drifted back up to the other women when she's spoken to, though the action was delayed while she debated removing something else from the crumpling man.

Casting her gaze back toward the door she heaved a sigh, but agreed that they were just about out of time. The flames wouldn't wait and there was always more fun to be had elsewhere. This wouldn't be the only M hotspot in the city and he wouldn't be the only human feeling big in his britches until he was cut down. But it would be hard to deal with any of that if she was nursing charred skin.

"I guess you're right. Not worth getting singed just to play with the vermin," he sighed again with a shrug, stepping passed the man on the floor as if worried that he might touch and soil her with his grasping, bloodied hands, and making her way out the door with only a little hurry in her stride.