Allison was not, generally, inclined to give in or listen to enemies. She knew it was more logical to go along with something and survive, but her immediate reaction was to attack, no matter how likely failure was.

Even that, though, wouldn’t overwhelm the fact that she couldn’t move. It took a few seconds of testing the hold Zelek had for her to give in, but she eventually stayed still, expression set in a glaring snarl that she kept silent. The talon blades were still next to her, claws (mostly, loosely; she could fix that) on her fingers, and ink sunk in her skin and sitting in the water bottle next to her. Why he didn’t try to get rid of the blades, at least, she wasn’t sure, but wasn’t going to ask about it. They weren’t particularly useful with her arms caught, anyway.

The ink, on the other hand… she couldn’t get to the ink from the bottle, but everything in her skin was useable. A stripe of skin down her leg burned as she pulled ink out of it, edging it down, over, and then up to hopefully sneak along Zelek’s back without his notice.

“What? You’re that desperate to talk?”

Liquid this battle came down to two vipers seeking out their venom of choice, each unbeknownst to the other. The wine bottle had never been opened at least not traditionally, it was made from a material that he could manipulate, he summoned the bottle slowly over to them. he thought she looked thirsty. Zelek smiled up at her and shifted his weight so that he could be on top. He was tempted to bite her right then. Introduce her to the life she had won. Once they had seen to the physical altercations she might notice why exactly he didn’t mind her blades, his flesh was already recovering from the deep gouging it had received moments ago.

“Yes, I was desperate to talk, at least until I had you distracted enough to conquer. I don’t want her dead. I don’t want either of you dead. I just couldn’t risk either of you leaving .’ A small sadistic grin came to his face. He hadn’t won yet, but he felt he wasn’t too far off with one knocked out and the other pinned and waiting to toast his victory.
The small dome climbed higher around them slowly but surely entombing them all. After that was complete he might see to some more personal restraints. If she let him pin her arms to the ground she would start to feel the cold grip of stone around her wrists.

His tone changed as he gave up on the theatrics and let his true intentions show a bit. “If you are concerned that this is some sexually predatory attack, be at peace it isn’t about that in the least. You might worry however, I don’t intend on letting either of you leave. But that doesn’t mean, you have to die either.”

Allison… had not thought of it being “a sexually predatory attack,” actually; she’d been too thoroughly focused on fight and kill him. The reminder of the possibility did nothing to reassure her, whether it was intended to or not, but did reduce her expression to something more confused and wondering if the entire scenario wasn’t just a huge joke than it had been.

“Well then what do you want?” Allison might, if she’d thought, remembered the earlier comments about Zelek eating people. As it was, most of her attention was split between ineffectually pushing against the grip he had on her arms and away from the ground, moving the ink above Zelek, high enough for her to see and locate, so she could then bring it back down and into his head. “It seems a little bit pointless to kidnap people just for decoration.”

Ah. There was the ink. Allison didn’t quite manage to suppress a smirk as she spotted it, and began moving it quickly down towards Zelek’s head. It was a shame she couldn’t teleport it somehow, but this would have to be enough.

The concrete dome seemingly knit itself together above them, leaving only pin holes through which air and light could come through. It was rather like a small stone igloo with no exit.

“Oh, I quite agree,” the bottle of wine bumped into his arm and was there for him, when she was done with her questions. He couldn’t however dally to long, she was an Amazon after all and he was pretty sure he was playing with fire, even if he could heal from her inky attacks it was sure to be painful.

“You shall both provide me with sustenance, you see long ago I developed an unquenchable need for blood, and I grow bored and thirsty. Not to mention I simply love redheads.”

Concrete slid up and over her forearms to hold her in place and Zelek grinned down at the woman under him. “ now be a good girl and just drink it, everything will go so much easier for us both if you do.”

Zelek slowly reached for the bottle and reached for it in a manor to entice the woman to beg, he wanted to see the suspense on her face. A solid drink and she would be dooming herself and her friend to an inkless, paperless cavern of doom.

The comment about redheads probably shouldn’t have been what offended Allison the most of what Zelek said. On the other hand, she’d already guessed that he ate people in some way, so the blood drinking part was clarification more than a surprised, and ‘I’m evil because I’m bored’ was a common enough reason for her to have heard it before.

The unexplained obsession that so many people had with red hair, though… it had mattered less in the last few years, but the annoyance that had built up before the destruction days was more than enough to last the mere few years since. And enough to override other, more reasonable considerations. “Seriously? You love redheads? Why does every creepy person in existence have an obsession with red hair? It’s just hair. Why does anyone at all care that much about--”

Allison’s growing rant cut off as she attempted to gesture and found her arms trapped by stone. Her eyes went wide and she stared up at Zelek, frozen. Allison could deal with mutants; not so well with stone. And… oh, there was a ceiling. So was trapped twice. And there was nothing she could do about stone. The only response she could make to his order to drink the wine that she knew had knocked out Lady Kitra was a quiet, choked off noise. Even terrified pride was a strong enough habit to prevent her from willingly making any noise that sounded like a whimper. It probably would have been enough to prevent it entirely, but half her mind was locked down with panic and the rest was busy holding onto the ink.

…Oh. Right. Ink.

She still couldn’t do anything about the stone, though.

Well, maybe Lady Kitra could. Or one of the other Amazons would find them. Hopefully. If they knew to look in a stone dome. Maybe the entire thing was an illusion.

Well, at least, revenge would be nice. Allison would certainly prefer starving after killing Zelek than dying to keep him alive.

…Also? That expression. Allison could understand, sort of, if he needed to eat people. There weren’t many options to be a good guy like that. Gloating, though, pissed her off even more than unexplainable obsessions with red hair did. Her eye twitched, and a near-perfect orb of ink the size of a dime dove towards Zelek’s head, burrowed in, flattened into a disc and continued, aiming for the base of his brain. “Will you ****--- die!”

Zelek tilt his head in wonder at the woman beneath him as she went off not in fear or concern for herself or Kitra but…seemingly a pet peeve. He opened his mouth to reply but stopped as he watched a range of emotions flitted over self and settled into a simmering anger, she was going to be a lively one, he was suddenly very glad that he had sound proofed his lair.

Was the woman he was originally after not reason enough to desire red heads? And he didn’t say it was an obsession merely a preference.He drank the blood of any and every filthy and pitiful creature he came across these days.

He lifted the bottle to pour it on her angry self righteous face. And then peered up to note the globule of ink flying toward his forehead but not quickly enough to prevent what happened next.

Her words rang in his ears as pain shot through his being in a way he had not experienced in years. If he was hooked up to medical equipment his monitoring machine would have flat lined. He slumped forward and the bottle fell to the ground it rolled and spilled some of the contents on the stone floor, but some of the wine caught below the mouths level. Think found its mark like a bullet from any gun in the hands of a marksmen.

The two stone manacles crumbled around her arms as his body tipped forward. Slowly but surely the ceiling and walls began to crumble starting near the pin holes and raining little streams of stone.

Zelek was seemingly dead, if only for a moment. His body was relentless where surviving was concerned and started to repair its self as quickly as possible blood pushing at the ink to repair the damage to his brain. He however wouldn’t be ready to retaliate for some time yet.

The bottle fell, hitting Allison’s face before clattering on the floor, followed by Zelek. That… had hurt. It worked, though; Allison could tolerate a bruised face if Zelek died.

…Even if it now meant she was going to starve to death trapped in a stone dome.

Well, she could at least starve comfortably. Zelek was heavy; Allison didn’t particularly feel like being crushed as well. She shifted, trying to brace herself against the stone trapping her arms to kick him off, and her arm moved.

Allison froze, blinked, then shoved Zelek off, sat up and stared at her hands. They… weren’t stuck to the ground. There was no stone on them at all, in fact. Allison stared for a few seconds, then grinned and bounced up, wandering over to the edge of the dome to poke it and, then, kick it.

…Ow. Okay, so kicking the stone wall wasn’t the best idea, even if it was slowly crumbling. The pain wasn’t enough to ruin her mood, though; the stone was crumbling, Zelek was dead, and if he’d been planning to drink their blood, that meant Lady Kitra was probably just asleep and everything would work out just fine. With some bruises, but fine. Bruises weren’t that bad.

It would take a bit of waiting, though, and the ceiling was falling, so Allison moved Kitra over to the side and sat down next to her to wait. The bits of falling stone weren’t large enough to really be problematic, but there was no reason to stay in their way, either, and there wasn’t a lot else to do. Which would normally mean she’d play with ink….

Hm. She probably wouldn’t need half the ink she had to get home, much less all of it, but it was generally best not to waste things, either. Allison stood up, stretched, and wandered over, leaning down to hold her hand over Zelek’s head, and pull the ink out. If he hadn’t been dead already, it would have killed him, and the knowledge was quite satisfying.

Her hand was already full of ink, though, and she didn’t feel like adding it back to her leg, so Allison moved to the center of the dome, pulled her braid in front of her face, and began slowly using the ink to dye the ends of her hair dark brown. Pain free, simple, time consuming, and good practice; there really wasn’t much else she could ask for in entertainment, under the circumstances.

Zelek’s body was making steady progress on its path to healing and while it suffered a large set back as the source of this near death experience caused a relapse as the ink was torn from him once more. It started back at the beginning, knitting his brain matter flesh and bone back together as the girl behind him played with ink.

With a total lack of concentration holding the bonds of the small stone dome together, it steadily fell apart and falling faster as time went, eventually the large parts began to fall and crumple to dust as they hit the first thing they landed on.

His body still laid there face down in the dirt as more piled up around them. until final enough of the structure broke down and the rest crashed in a final grand finale of dirt and kick up dust.

The dome collapsed, faster than Allison had expected and fortunately completely into dust. She glanced around as the last rocks fell and absorbed the remaining ink into her shirt; not as secure a place for it, but as long as it didn’t rain that wouldn’t matter. She started to turn toward Lady Kitra, and stopped abruptly as her foot kicked something that rolled away.

Huh. Allison had forgotten entirely about the stake’s existence. That probably wasn’t a good thing, but then again, she’d managed well enough anyway, and wood tended not to be the sharpest thing in existence. She poked at the stake with her toe, then picked it up, turned, and eyed Zelek. He was still, and very thoroughly dead.

...It was kind of anticlimactic, really.

Allison leaned over, then kneeled next to the body, using the stake to hit him on the head a few times before examining it. It was surprisingly sharp; more than she’d have thought wood could be. Maybe it actually would have been able to stab someone, then. Hm….

A few minutes later, Allison picked up Lady Kitra and wandered, slowly and with minimal stumbling, away. The stake was left behind, attaching Zelek’s hand to the ground, and the food and mostly-empty wine bottle were abandoned with it. It was a shame to waste all that, but she couldn’t be sure it wasn’s poisoned, too. Allison was mocked enough about her cooking; no need to actually risk including poison in it.

Being murdered was not fun. Taking a liquid bullet to the head and having it pulled right back out was about one of the most painful experiences he had gone through since the bomb. He wasn’t lucky like most of the other survivors he didn’t survive because he was wrapped in some pink protective light or spared by some other mutants get out of death free card, nope he died and slowly painfully waited to become a man instead of a mess.

If mass destruction wouldn’t end him, neither would some girl with an ink bullet. He winced as he reached over with his good hand, wrapping it in a layer of stone and pulling the stake from his hand, he would deal with that later.

Pain absolute pain, the kind that lingered and would stay with him until it healed or he handled it through other means, it was a mortal wound. If she aimed for his head or heart, he would be a dead vampire instead. He pressed his back up through the cement and stone that had housed those moments ago.

He stood and turned, watching his pair of women getting away. Is brow furrowed as he glared at the woman Kitra had taken as a second. She had his respect but soon she would also have his fury. He ran forward , as quietly as he could if she heard him, so be it.

He clutched his wounded hand to his chest as every beat of his heart sent wild and euphoric pain through him and into his hand. As he closed the distance it Started Raining stones from the top of his Range, large chunks of stone began to fall, any that looked as if they might hit Kitra’s head evaporated into nothing.

Allison however would find herself in a storm of stones.

The first rock, that Allison noticed at least, hit her shoulder, bounced off as she stumbled, and left a dirty, jagged scrape that could be half seen through the tear in her shirt. The cut stung and blood welled up, but it wasn’t an actual problem. She twisted as she caught herself, pausing for a moment to glance back, and saw Zelek.

Hadn’t he been dead already?

…Allison hated immortals. As if that church unicorn wasn’t enough already.

Clearly fighting wasn’t working. Allison took a breath, tightened her grip on Lady Kitra and tried to run.

That lasted all of twelve steps before it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to continue. She stopped, gasped, a rock bounced off her head, and she noticed she was on her knees.

The logical thing to do would be to leave Lady Kitra and get herself away. Zelek might not even bother to chase her, and she could get the rest of the Amazons and hopefully (together) find Zelek and get Lady Kitra back. Allison never had managed to treat people as pawns, though. She curled over Lady Kitra and more rocks hit, bouncing off her shoulder blade and elbow.

Fine, then.

Allison left Lady Kitra on the ground as she stood up and turned toward Zelek. Hopefully he wouldn’t bother to attack someone who was already unconscious. And if not, Allison would distract him. Another rock tore past her face, leaving a cut that dripped blood down her cheek, and Allison ran toward Zelek. Hopefully Lady Kitra would wake up soon.

At the moment he was focused on one thing, and one thing only. defeat the woman before him, he had to do whatever was nesscary, she had herfun, she killed him, and while it would only be fair to return the favor, he intended on doing it slower.

Zelek raised several pieces of stone from the ground to hinder ink's charge. He then focused on the area around her mouth and nose, perhaps some suffocation would suffice to calm the woman's rage. he would have time enough to make her suffer. oh yes. She would suffer.

If he succeeded, there he would next try to capture one of her feet and work his way up from there, preferably while she feinted from asphyxiation. He circled to the left trying to observe if the woman had any ink bullets waiting for him.

Dodging the rocks that appeared in the ground in front of her was annoying, but not that difficult to do. Allison had spent too much time running through paths filled with tree roots and sidewalks littered with obstacles not to have learned to avoid such clear obstacles, and traveling around New York after the destruction days hadn’t done anything to lessen that skill. It was, however, time consuming as her charge became more of a series of back and forth jumps than anything like a charge, and distracting since she had to watch the ground in front of her for any newly created rocks.

“Why aren’t you dead already?”

And painful, as she twisted her ankle and stumbled. Perhaps she shouldn’t focus on yelling. She caught herself, delayed a second before continuing to dodge around rocks and attempt to reach Zelek.

Ow. Allison noticed the stone appearing around her face at roughly the point she ran into it. She tried to jerk back, and found stone there too; felt blood sliding down from her nose, beneath the mask that had formed and she could not breath. Her hands were at her neck, immediately, feeling for a tail to try to pull away; when her brain caught up, they moved to the edges of the mask, trying to pry it away from her skin. She didn’t notice the stone on her foot, too focused on air to pay attention to anything else.

He struck true, the stone rain ceased. The tumbling stones stopped, save the pair wrapping around her leg up to her calf. He watched from a distance as she struggled and started to change colors, her eyes were starting to flutter, he waited until her chest stopped laboring quite so hard to let miniscule holes appear in the nostrils of the stone mask. He closed on her once she tipped over and grinned, and lowered her to the ground so she wouldn’t become more damaged than she already was. that could wait for later.

He would have to figure out a way to get her to trade her ink away, perhaps he could barter food to them in a few days. Her ink to feed Kitra and Kitra’s paper to feed Allison. If they didn’t give away their weapons, then they could watch as their comrade starved.

With Ink in hand he walked over to Kitra a disturbed smile on his face.

“Why aren’t you dead already?”

Kitra groaned and opened her eyes slightly. She was laying on the ground and her blurry vision made out Allison and Zelek. Allison did not look to be in a good position. She blinked a few times which cleared her vision. Allison was now struggling and before Kitra could do anything she toppled over. Zelek stopped her from crashing to the ground thank goodness. It was her fault that Allison was here.

She noted that Zelek had lowered Allison completely to the ground. Kitra closed her eyes to the point where they looked closed. However she could just make out in front of her. She listened and was soon rewarded with footsteps closing in on her. Once they sounded close she sent her paper flying in the direction she heard him. Kitra pushed herself to her feet and nearly fell backwards as a wave of dizziness passed through her.

She definetely wasn't ready to be standing but she wasn't going down without a proper fight. Kitra then used her whip, except this time she had the end of it as tough as diamond and as sharp as honed Japanese steel. Her aim was for his heart. All the meanwhile she kept having her little paper birds fly around him in a dizzing spiral. Until she dropped, her creations would slash and swerve and continue to slash at any part of him. Another wave of dizziness swept through her right as she cracked her whip to land that killing blow straight at his black heart.