The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Oh look. It seemed Sara had caught him off guard again. That red on his neck was a good color for Slate. It complimented his blue eyes quite well. Sara had a smug smirk come back onto her face as he also lost the battle with his food, and relinquished the chop sticks. Only to grab something more lethal to the slabs of meet on his plate. Hmm. Though the smirk was as far as she got. She was careful not to laugh out loud.
“Well Calley should know better.” Sara said very simply. She left her chop sticks in the rice and grabbed one of the egg rolls off of the plate Johnny had just left. “I get the reaction enough, I won’t hold it against him. He seemed to have enough problems. I also won’t accept an apology from you. It wasn’t your actions, so you have no right to issue the apology.
The moment Sara said something about chess. She might of spoken a little too soon. Ok that was awkward. Did this boy know how to play chess? Did he even know what the game was? Though… Oh look more red rising. Sara’s smirk came to a grin. Ok if she never took another commission from this Slate, she might just stick around to watch the colors of his skin change. The different hues were rather fascinating.
"Well, I cannot attest to how much my contacts actually like me. There is more than one reason to recommend a cat, as they say."
Sara’s head tilted. “You speak like you have experience in that matter.” She strugged the thought off and began to sip at her tea. She wasn’t completely happy that this Slate was involving Johnny, but she decided that if he really was going to do something, he should have brought a body guard of some kind. Especially if this company was as big as he was making this seem.
So Sara sat curiously sipping her tea as Slate dry gulched the gem stone. Hopefully when it came time for that thing to come out, Slate didn’t experience a bad case of hemorrhoids.
Then the other language came out. Both Sara’s eye brows raised and her tea was hovering between her mouth, and the table. Mean while Johnny didn’t skip a beat in replying. <”Yes sir. Thank you. The cook is my big brother and my family does own this restaurant.”> He gave a excited nod that went down into a bow. <”Is there anything else I can get you sir? Anything at all?”>
Sara finally set that magic hovering tea cup down. “Please tell me that was just incongruent crap.” She knew the answer, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that gem thing was sort of creepy.
Johnny shook his head and smiled at Sara so hard his ears might of wiggled, with how much they stuck out. “No. It’s awesome!” Johnny turned back to Slate. “Do you speak French too?”
Luke’s first yell caught Sara’s attention. Unlike her, he apparently wasn’t used to the hole idea to people trying to kill him. That’s the lucky things about looking normal, or not being caught up in a company that brands a number in your back. It must be bliss until times like this.
Sara could be wrong, but she was starting to believe the story about him not being the one that set this trap up. He was an even better actor than he was a liar, Same with the man he was beating to death, or he was really going to beat a man to death.
“Luke! Stop!” Sara started marching towards the gang. Her ears pinned straight back as she got in the range of Luke’s sonar, but as always, that never blocked out all of the sound that penetrated her ears. The shot that rang out, still reached her and she jumped. Pausing for a second, before she jumped straight into a run. “LUKE!”
Sara practically flu past the blind man on the ground. The men had to be dealt with first. Then she could check on Luke. All satisfaction she was having in her won twisted way was turned around in her head, when that shot rang out and Luke hit the ground. Even if she still told herself that she didn’t like the man. She cared. So there…. “You’re an idiot you know.” Sara yelled at him when she reached the first man. He angled a gun in her face that was knocked to the side with a strike to the inside of his arm. Her other hand struck a pressure point in his neck as the first looped around the gun arm. In the same motion, Sara swept his feet out from under him, and struck the man with the hard flat part of her palm, in the area next to his chest, under his arm. This not only floored the first man, but it sent him backwards into the next. Sara heard a snap as she took the gun out of the first man’s hands. Meaning she might of broke something of his but that was trivial. Sara though as she leveled the gun she had just acquired, to the next person.
The second man had lifted his semi automatic what ever, and Sara kicked it out of his hand.
4 down, 4 to go.
“Sam!” Sara hollered as she shot two rounds straight into the next closest gang member’s shoulder. “Get over here. Get Luke!” Then the next man’s leg, just as one of the other men fired a lucky shot into her gut. Sara cried out a growl as she fell back on her tail side. She tried to swing the gun back up to try to disarm the other two but it was hard to shoot when you’re shot.
Sara continued to glare at the blue guy. He mentioned the consequences to her actions. Yeah… no kidding. Well Sara wasn’t saying she was sorry. She knew very well that her actions were ill mannered. That they would get her into trouble now and then, but she still had reasons for doing her actions. No matter how law abiding they were and how much trouble they got her into. Because no matter how much trouble they got her into, they did as much getting her out of trouble. Her actions were her way of life. Sure if she had a place of her own, she would probably do exactly what he did, but she wasn’t sitting in his place, now, was she. Although that would be interesting if thing had gone that way.
The gun was leveled at her, and her amber eyes refocused on the end of the barrel. The tips of the tiny drake claws on the top of her head, made her bounce her skull slightly. Giving Demi, as it seemed his name was, a warning of her own. Tipping her head back a little with the bounce, so that the backs of his wings would brush against the I-beam. Any way that the drake, moved on Sara’s head, he had a choice of being where she could slam him in the beam behind her, or where her jaws could twist back in the direction of his claws. “I actually like Demi, even though he’s a threat. However if he uses his claws on me, I’ll probably react with something that will make you shoot me.”
Sara’s eye contact drifted back up to meet his, and the glare had seemed to melt away slightly. Sara was trying to hold back her frustrations. She could act civil, it was just hard to keep her mouth closed. Old habits from back in the day when people knew she bit hard. “I’ll say yes.” No matter how humiliating this still is.
Miss kitty? He just said miss Kitty? Sara raised an eye brow as Luke started walking back to the gang. Not even looking to see if he was going to be backed up. “Sam you might want to go check on the buildings next door. These are placed pretty close together.”
She sighed as she watched Luke continue walking to the gang. “I’ll back him up.” Eventually… Sara saw Sam off. Then checked the ground at her feet. Oh there was Mickey. She took her time picking Mickey up and dusting him off before she glanced in Luke’s direction seeing exactly how hard those guys were hitting him. The real test. Getting a butt kicking outside your own trap. Yeah. This was interesting. She watched carefully to see when Luke would actually need her help.
This is just a little heads up for those that have threads with me. I will probably be less active than I have been, for the next week or so. I've got some major university projects due in two weeks, and I'm getting a little stressed out over them. I will still try to post regularly, but my focus needs to be on my school right now.
The characters that this effect are WereCat and Pix
Sara idly chewed on a helpless shrimp. The tips of her chop sticks tapped lightly as she caught the color of red crept up his neck and his head shook. She decided to be amused in the fact she caught him off guard. Sara might as well of yelled out ‘It’s because I’m furry. Isn’t it.’ Not that she hadn’t experienced that reasoning before. Bad or good. The color that was rising from just under the boy’s collar meant he was as human as she was in her imperfections. He was being honest, from what she could tell, and the fact that he was so imperfect was a score on his side. When Johnny had first lead Slate into Sara’s eating area, he just hadn’t acted like every other boy that looked that age should act. At least not from what Sara had observed on the street.
” I suppose it is safe to say that you get many ridiculous reactions, the first time you have the occasion to meet someone?"
Sara’s eye brow rose and her head tilted to this. “Well you would know. Wouldn’t you?” Sara pushed her chopsticks into the pile of rice on her place. Triumphant in it’s skewering of the very dangerous rice pile. “This is not the first time I’ve seen your face. So that explains the lack of reaction.” Sara replied. Just choosing to push the boy a little farther.
"To be entirely honest, I would have sought you out even if you were human.
Sara nodded as she waited. Listening with her chop sticks left in the rice, as if to tell the surviving shrimp, their inevitable end. Though while Sara was taunting her food, Sara was still closely listening. Again, she agreed with what this Slate had to say. Sara had a rough start to her life, but her rough start was from both mutants and humans. When out, she observed both as well. Opportunities were something that had been equal when they introduced them selves in Sara’s views of individuals. They should stay that way.
Slate finished his explanation about the reason why he was searching out an individual who was outside his company. Sara particularly liked the fact that Slate had a way out for her should she be captured, that seemed to protect the jewel maker. Seeing as if Sara was intersepted, they would probably want information, she had a god chance who ever these drug lords were would want her alive. Surviving them shouldn’t bee too hard with her healing. It was reason enough for Sara and it made sense. “I bet you play a Hell of a chess game.”
"There is no way to fix that besides sending you on additional commissions, is there? Assuming, of course, that you complete this one up to expectations, and remain interested."
Sara tilted her head at this statement. She shook her head slightly, but a mirroring smirk appeared back on her face and her paw like hands twined together over the table. “Please take into your assumptions that additional commissions depend highly on my view of you as a commissioner. I’m surprised I came as highly recommended as you say I did, considering few bosses live up to my own expectation.
"As to your lack of foreign languages, Ms. Sara, Does our waiter speak Chinese? Or does anyone else here? If they do, I'll have a rather strange demonstration for you."
Sara’s smirk melted slightly. She was being tolerant that this Slate came to talk to her in her place where she ate. She was tolerant because so far she didn’t have reason to not start to trust him, and he still looked like a kid in her eyes. A kid who happened to have some red sneak up the back of his neck. However Sara was still protective of Johnny. The boy was still in high school for heaven Sake. He didn’t need to get caught up in Sara’s affairs and yet, twice now, that Sara knew of, people had asked him about her. “No. I don’t believe anyone does.” Sara replied quite simply.
“Yes I do” Johnny came out from around the door way again, holding Sara’s egg rolls. Two steps from the door way to the table and he set the new plate down. Who knew exactly how much the boy had heard, but he was as siked about showing off something he could do, as a freshly house trained puppy barking and doing the potty dance at the back door. “Please Sara, Please let me help.” Johnny bounced. Mutants came in and out looking special all day. Johnny was bilingual. Wanting the chance to show off.
Sara signed. Stupid kid didn’t know what he could be getting into. Sara leaned forward and pinched the ridge of her nose, rubbing between her eyes. “Alright.”
“I don’t know. I didn’t check what I grabbed. Just need some proper light to get a better look.” Sara replied with a shrug. But she had the strips of tape rolled up and she was just putting them in her pocket as they exited the house. “Show off.” Sara mumbled as she kicked one of the pieces of rubble on her way out.
Even now that she had her finger prints, that still didn’t mean squat. It would just prove if Luke really was the person to put those guns up or not. There could have been men hired just like he hired Sara. Under the equipment expenses category. At least it was something.
"What in the world..."
Sara Raised an eye brow at Luke. Not sure what to make of his mumbling.
"Hey, you two. We've got an audience over there."
“You have got to be kidding me.” Sara did the hole look over her shoulder thing, that everyone always tells everyone else not to do. Yup they had an audience. And more red flags popped up in Sara’s mind because most people, when she was showing herself, and they saw her tail, didn’t walk towards her with good intentions.
Then…. BOOM!
Sara had no warning that the explosion was going to happen. It just did and it beat on her ears hard enough to make her cry out in the pain. She sort of stumbled, curling at the waist, with her hands clamping over those all too sensitive ears. Trying not to fall on one of the two men.
Debris rained down on them in various shapes and assorted charcoal colors. Bits of splintered wood, Somewhere to their right a steal plate clattered onto the cement of the road, the window frame it had been guarding displayed cracked glass in the shape of a spider web, and a tiny plastic magnet flew from the back of the house. It skittered across the grass, and scraped to a stop on the side walk a short distance from the trio. Mickey waved at them from the ground. Mocking them with a toothless grin.
Sara paused as she noticed her tactic to make DeathStar slip sort of worked. Sam asking her to go stopped her from committing to another attempted attack, and Sara took two steps back from DeathStar. Respect for Sam, not for her. Still Sara wasn’t running away. “Slick, I’m tired of leaving every time someone says I should.” There was a principle to Sara’s desire to stay. She’d left most bad situations because one person would say something then another and in her mind, she had just as much right t be somewhere as anyone else.
Sara heard the shadowy mutant’s voice behind Sam and for a moment she wondered if her target for attacking was about to change. She chanced a glance at the two men and saw the three ice golems forming behind Sam. Sara hated elementals…
“Oh yes, and about the camps. You don’t know half the stuff I did for you there. or for anyone else so just shut up about that food incident.” Sara jabbed her right thumb in the direction of herself. “I got myself thrown into solitary confinement or beaten up for all of the stuff I stole. Medical supplies, extra sheets for the beds, Food. Maybe those weren’t for you specifically but you can’t tell me you didn’t partake when given something extra, that was needed. Yeah I tried to shut you up but at least I didn’t raise a fist.”
Sara had tape with her, meant for holding her magnets in place if she thought they would slip. She also had that talcum powder she used to check the back door. A lot of Sara’s things were found objects turned into tools. Not the best but when one didn’t have things one had to get creative.
“A utility belt?”
“Sort of.”
“What’s next a cat mobile?”
“Oh har har har.” Sara made it over to where the guns had been mounted and sprinkled the white dust on the metal flat side. She used the soft fur on the back of her hand to brush the dust aside. While the two men had their talk about what the house was for. She didn’t have time to efficiently check if she was picking up any prints though. Because the two of them started pestering her.
“Hurry up Sara, got a bad feeling about this place.”
"Almost done Sara?"
“Patients if a virtue.” She sang out as she chose to hurry herself up as well. Probably a better idea to not stick around. She held the tap out, stuck it to the sides where she had just laid the powder, then pulled it away, and folded a clean piece of tape over the powder she had picked up. Preserving any impressions she might of picked up. Though she didn’t look. “Ok, CS you think you can make an exit.”
The learning experience this Slate was having with the Chop sticks reminded Sara that she should use her table manners now that she wasn’t dining alone. No more picking at things with the tips of her claws. She took up her chop sticks as well and started in on her chicken fried rice. Holding the two sticks parallel about a quarter of an inch apart, she pushed the chop sticks into the pile o rise, without moving them, and lifted them up, parallel to the table, so that some clumps of rice rested over them. Oh no. Sara wasn’t one bit of a show off. “He is. Already planning on college.” Sara nodded, agreeing with Slate.
The older boy brought out a box and Sara tilted her head. Curious about what it was about and it’s context. The lid cracked and Sara instantly recognized the light dancing on the uncut stones.
The feline set her chop sticks down on the edge of her plate, as she leaned forward to investigate the uncut rocks. Diamonds were a favorite of Sara’s. Even in dim light, there is something about the way the they glow, even in dim light, even being uncut. Sara’s head moved slightly left, then right as she admired the dance of the little specks of light on the stones, and eyes dilated with a little excitement and a great deal of amusement. The stones were just asking for Sara to touch them. To run the tips of her claws over their unrefined edges. To turn them to the glowing reflections inside them, would jump to the table, the walls, and the ceiling.
Sara’s hand reached half way across the table, to the box. She paused, flicking her eyes from the box, to Slate, to see if he was going to stop her, then decided she didn’t care if he was. She was smart enough to know not to mess up where she got her income or her food. Stealing would be bad, but investigating what he presented her with… Sara allowed Slate to start his explanation while she chose to carefully pick up one of the beautiful stones.
Even with Sara being preoccupied with the diamond she picked up, she was still carefully paying attention. Her eyes flicked repeatedly over her hand with the gem, to Slate. Sara could definitely understand the wish for safety and the desire to have a normal life. She could even sympathies with the being held captive. There were several things that were being Said Sara agreed with, and she reminded herself to continue being cautious.
"This is what I want to change, For all of us. Mutants should not have to hide themselves away for their own protection."
Sara’s eyes flicked back to Slate’s maintaining the eye contact that he was continuously giving her. Still trying to decide exactly how much she should trust him. She could be being lured right into a trap. Then again, that is always a possibility with the work Sara tended to pick up.
” I am not 'good', as it were. My goal is to change their perception of us; to make our talents into something that they appreciate instead of fear. To that end, there are quite a few things I wish to do. One of the first, though, is to establish a stream of income that does not relay on my company's holdings, but rather comes from mutants using their gifts.”
Sara let him finish what he had to say before she put the uncut gem back into the box. She picked up her chop sticks and carefully plucked at a shrimp at the top of the pile on her plate. “Is that why you’ve seeked out me specifically?” Sara was trying to keep her voice level but she didn’t know what to think if this were the case. There was some pride because she had the past and the looks that she had, yet he told her she had a reliable record. The other part of her felt like, if she were being singled out because of her looks, she was experiencing yet another way that she was being singled out. “Don’t get me wrong sir, but if you really are concerned about this mission being done correctly, I’d think you’d send someone you had dealt with before. Someone already employed under your company.”
“Egypt is a long ride. I don’t speak any foreign languages, and I don’t see commercial air lines allowing me past the front doors of the air part. I’ve traveled but I’ve no experience out of the US.” Sara popped the plucked shrimp inside her mouth, as she continued to count the negative points she had against her. Then, watching the boy struggle with another piece of chicken, she held the end of her own eating utensils over a large shrimp, rolling the chop sticks between her fingers, she used the ends to drill straight through the shrimp. Skewering it. “I’m still interested in the commission if you still want me.”
" Fair enough. I did start it and you did finish it. Or at least you finished it to the point where you were satisfied. Now what?"
Sara’s Cheshire cat smile remained. She sat there with her ankles crossed and her tail keeping that steady beat. “I’m unaware I was satisfied or that things were over.” Her head tilted. And she wondered exactly what he was going to do now. Obviously this was a rather proud man she had just busted down to his rightful level. Would he try to gain some of that lost steam back? What an odd old man he was.
“How about I give you a warning to stay away from Vector and you obey that command.” Yeah that seemed appropriate for now. Sara could handle herself. Luke was blind after all.
" Yes, those images were disconcerting, to say the least. What causes that, exactly?
Sara shrugged. The man was starting to get to his feet and Sara stayed where she was seated, comfortable, confident, and alert. It was hard to sneak up on a cat. Especially when she already might hold a grudge against you. “Don’t know, don’t care.” Another straight up lie. Sara knew exactly how those shadows came into her vision. But that was none of this imposter’s business.
Oh, and by the way, do you have a name? I suspect it isn't Meow Meow."
“You can call me Were.” The name was only partial of the full code name Sara had been given on the street. This was probably the only time Sara had introduced herself using this name too. She didn’t see this one worthy of calling her Sara. At least not yet.
She watched him carefully as he stood. Her body was relaxed but she was still looking for an attack of some kind. An excuse to play the hunter some more.
Sara smirked as she watched him shift his leg around. There was some odd satisfaction that she had injured him. Not bad, but she caught him. Sara let out a light laugh. “He harasses those who aren’t obeying the law. So that makes two of us who live life less than honest.”
Sara crossed her ankles and lowered herself to the roof so that she was seated more comfortably. Putting herself in a position she could easily push herself back up, onto her feet. “I don’t drop grudges either and you not only through live explosives at me, you shot me. You’re luck to still have a head, because even when I hold a grudge, I’m still lenient. Too lenient.”
“Of course that is just your opinion. You’re entitled.” Sara’s tail was continually on the move. Twitching a steady beet against the roof top. “His street name is Vector.” Sara’s lied well. This guy didn’t know his street name, witch was repeated enough, and because of that fact, Sara felt he didn’t deserve to know it. “You know. Vector, as in those floating shapes that pop up in your vision when he’s around.”
“As far as my intruding.” Sara grinned, flashing her elegantly long pointed teeth. “I don’t give a dam what your opinion is. I’m entitled to that.”
“See you guys can get along just fine… just needed something bad to happen!”
“Right…” Sara continued brushing and shaking the snow free from her fur. Just for the record her and Luke shouldn’t be on good terms yet.. .. .. Yet. Sara stepped back from the other two to give her head a sharp flip, to toss the rest of the ice out of her hair. That felt better.
She glanced at the couch… or, better, called the scorch mark formerly known as the couch. Mean while Sam was agreeing with her about Luke not being useless. There was no personal experience Sara could call to say she knew what Luke felt, exactly but she was furry. We all have our problems. Let Luke believe what ever. Maybe Sara could bring this up during that important talk, later. To push the issue now would, one, distract from the house, and two, sound like a bad PBS Saturday morning special.
"Yeah... it might be safer to just bulldoze the damn house and worry about finding whoever did this another time."
“Just another minute.” Sara said quickly she started backtracking to the first set of guns in the wall. “Just a minute. I promise. Trust me.” Mean while she started rummaging through her belt compartments. Powder. Talcum powder would pick up finger prints. Right.
Sara made herself comfortable as she watched her captive as he woke back up. With her tail flicking behind her heals, she easily balanced on the balls of her paw feet.
“How about we start with the basics.” Sara said with her head tilted to the side to better look this one in the eye. “Lets start with why you’re taken such an interest in a masked crusader.” Sara was going to try to be careful to not let any information slip about Luke. The man knew she was connected to Luke, or otherwise known as Wraith. Sara wasn’t worried about that because that wasn’t exactly a secret. Gangs on the street had seen him come to her aid. As far as Sara’s connections to Luke, the paper work that went through his company to pay her, were under the equipment logs. Not the employee logs. “Why are you calling the Staff out and setting traps in your weapons. I’m going to get you were counting on him. Not me.”
“Right.” Sara mumbled. She resisted the urge to rub where the kick had made contact. Thanks to Sara’s speed, she hadn’t received as hard of a hit, as she could have. Also the layer of dense fur that covered her body, provided Sara with some light padding. Add that to the fact that Sara’s healing factor not only provided her with excess energy in a fight, but also already was numbing the area where Layla had made contact. The fact that Sam was asking Sara to stop and her own understanding of her healing factor, allowed her to come to the conclusion that she wouldn’t back down. However she wouldn’t beat this girl to a twitching pulp. Sara could just tire her out. If Sam didn’t subdue her, Sara would in her own way.
"This is going to be good."
Sara’s eyes flicked sideways to the shady mutant. “Slick’s right about it being best you stay out of this.” DeathStar had done this cute little gymnastics stunt to get out of her grip, and avoid getting slammed and pinned. Watching her pick up the broom stick, Sara had lowered herself to a more balanced defensive stance. One foot a shoulder length behind the other, her knees bent and her feel balanced on the…. Ice?
“Sara stop it!”
While the left arm, was left bare, Sara ware a thick leather arm bracer on the right. Stretching from the back of her knuckles to her elbow, to cover her scar from the camps, and to use to block at times like this. When the end of the staff was jabbed for her gut she used the right arm to shove the staff down, as her feet slid back. Her arm rolled around the staff, like a flash, and she smacked her hand down on the broom stick. That consequently shattered when Sara struck it. Thanks to Sam. “Slick, Stop Layla, or I will!” Sara shouted back.
She often never shouted but her mood was being fed by both DeathStar, and Sam. Not a good combination. Around came the kick and Sara blocked it again with the black arm bracer. Her clawed feet acted like cleats digging into the ice. Her hand numbed from the kick that her arm blocked, but she used the block to shove DeathStar’s leg in the opposite way it was headed, Trying to cause her to slip on the ice being provided by Sam. Incase that wasn’t enough, to catch Layla off balance and send her sliding, Sara’s claws hooked into the Ice, and she closed the distance between her and Layla, to grab Layla by the shoulder, and pull her down into a rising knee.
