[ A casual remark if ever there was one. No, he doesn't see a problem with having spent the last hundred years or so in near total isolation. That has always suited him fine. His mentor had done more than enough to demonstrate how other people are simply... a weakness.
If not for the promise of incredible power, Makima wouldn't even be here. ]
[Oh, she's under no illusions that she's special in any regard, except for what she can offer him. It's the only reason she's here, but that's fine. Their partnership is mutually beneficial.
But, there is one thing she does want to ask, something she's curious about. Something that both runs parallel to her own experiences and... doesn't.
She bends down to light another candle.]
Never compelled even once to make friends outside of work?
[ He glances over at her, the candle light and glow from above casting strange shadows over his face. It makes his expression hard to read, but there’s no doubting the ice in his voice when he responds. ]
I have no use for friends.
[ And that’s really what it comes down to for him. Usefulness. ]
[ He watches her trek across the room, face impassive in the flickering light. He’s not offended by the question, figuring it comes from a place of wanting to understand humanity rather than anything too personal. ]
Friendship doesn’t interest me. It never has. I recognize that perhaps that makes me atypical, but I’m hardly bothered.
[He's partly right, and partly not. It does come from a desire to understand humanity, but it mostly comes from a desire to understand him and this particular perspective. Because she's seen it reflected in reality and art time and time again; the bond between two people a special sort of notion, one that is always treasured. Or at least, one that everyone always seems to flourish in.
She doesn't understand it, exactly. (She wishes she could.) She can manipulate it to her advantage, but she cannot apply it to herself in the way she sees in so many examples, all around her. Is he the same way?]
Maybe that's just part of what makes you so dangerous. [She thinks that's true enough.] But now I'm really looking forward to a movie night together.
[ She’s not wrong in her assessment, at least as far as Warren’s own ideas about himself are concerned. He has no one or nothing that can be used against him, and things like “caring” will only get in his way. He’s free to do whatever he wants, whatever he needs to, and that makes him very dangerous indeed. ]
And why is that, exactly?
[ Movie night isn’t going to give her some grand revelation as to what makes him tick. Probably. ]
Because I want to know why your recommendations are what they are.
[Simply. Does he like them for the plot only? The underlying themes? Or does he appreciate the dynamic between the characters on the screen, which would somehow contradict what she's just told him now?]
That's all, really. And... what better way to make your first friend than through a movie marathon?
At least he can tell when she’s teasing, because otherwise he’d be quick to remind her that the point of their agreement was not to become friends and he’d frankly rather that they didn’t.
(Famous last words??) ]
You’re hilarious.
[ Anyway, looks like he’s done setting out candles, so once they’re all lit, they can proceed. ]
She trails after, lighting the last few candles until they’re all properly dancing with a tiny flame. But then she straightens and looks at him blank-faced.]
Then you run the risk of sitting through a terrible movie as opposed to one you actually enjoy. Is that something you’re willing to do?
[ The look he gives her suggests that's not as much of a threat as she thinks it is.
And, apparently, this line of conversation is now over, because Warren takes the book in hand again, eyes sweeping over the circle and the candles dotted throughout. He checks and double checks it against the drawings in the book, then, seemingly satisfied, turns to Makima again. ]
Fine. They can discuss Warren's taste in movies (or lack thereof) when it's an actual movie night. For now, she just exhales a little and decides to listen to his advice, moving beside him but just a few steps back.
And yes, she's been holding the movie clapper beneath her arm this entire time.]
Also, girl just put the clapper in the duffel bag. He's not going to tell her she can't have it. He doesn't care.
ANYWAY— He flips through the book to another page which presumably has the incantation he needs on it. What follows it a bit of recitation, mostly in Latin because of course it is, something about tearing through the veil and dark servants and blah blah blah. The real notable thing is that about halfway through, the flames of the candles suddenly shoot up, increased in size and heat and brightness. The fire mingles and swirls together, the heat enough to set some of the paint on the interior of the old set bubbling and peeling away from the wood.
From that swirling flame juts one leathery arm, then another. Claws dig into the floor, leaving scorch marks in their wake. The rest of the creature unfolds from the ball of fire a moment later. Ironically, it looks almost canine, if said canine were as tall as Warren at the shoulder and made out of black leather and charcoal. Its eyes are red-orange pinpricks of light, and dark smoke coils from snarling jaws. In its chest, something glows, red hot, through its ribs.
[No! She wants to hold onto it for dramatics!! Also, the demon's here now.
And it appears in such flair, fitting of a demon's entry. Dramatics, indeed. The heat of the blazing candles increase, the light practically beaming from them, casting their shadows long and twisted against the floor. And what eases up from the circle is quite the sight. She's seen stranger, of course, and far more grotesque, but it's far from a dull, mundane devil.]
Did we get a hellhound for our troubles?
[She actually sounds amused; go figure that they'd get a canine-looking creature looking as if it's churning with fire beneath its leathery skin. And while Makima has enough sense to expect for it to roll over and play dead, she's confident enough to take a step forward. This is the part where Warren's the one who needs to stay back, after all.
[ As Warren said, lesser demons are basically animals, and despite its size, this is a lesser demon. Perhaps getting to spend all this time gorging itself on the unease of wayward explorers has helped it to grow far beyond what Warren was expecting.
So, Makima is free to approach, but the beast regards her with little more than animal intelligence in those embers that sit where its eyes should be. Its upper lip curls back, letting a new stream of black smoke stream through teeth like sharpened onyx.
It sure doesn’t speak, so if it has a name that will have to remain a mystery. Instead, it’s about to try to take Makima’s hand off with a sudden lunge, jaws flashing open.
No doubt she’s fast enough to move, but even so, something unseen slams into the side of the demon’s head, knocking the attack off course. ]
None of us are here to make friends, Makima.
[ Says Warren, hand raised and poised to cast again. A small handful of his tricks still work, so long as he hits the parts of the beast that aren’t flush with hellfire. The demon turns its eyes on him with a flare of hunger, muscles tensing to pounce. ]
[Ah, well. It was worth a try; even the most animalistic of Devils back home have a name. They all do, or else they'd not be Devils at all.
But this is yet one more instance of things being different in this world than what she's used to, and that's made clear the moment the canid-demon snaps in her direction, likely in an attempt to take a limb off.
Instead, Warren's magic collides into its skull, taking it off course and saving her the trouble. She looks mildly from the demon to the wizard.]
Maybe I just wanted to put a name to my meal.
[Well, with the creature now poised to leap at Warren, the onus is on her to keep it busy, isn't it?]
Hey, doggy.
[Time to get its attention. She hops back a yard or two in one swift movement, then raises her arm in her usual fingergun gesture, pointed straight at the creature's middle.]
I'll play with you.
[Bang. That massive force of hers goes wheeling towards the enemy.]
[ The demon is pretty intent on the wizard, maw dropping open to let heat and even more smoke seep into the room. This thing is practically a living furnace, powered by the fires of hell.
Warren already has his Enhancements up, and is poised to spring out of the way, but Makima quite handily returns the favor paid just a few moments ago – invisible force colliding with the demon’s middle. The blow is far more powerful than what Warren had managed, and the demon is taken off its feet and sent tumbling into a pile of furniture. The set dressings splinter apart with the impact, and some of the pieces begin to smoke thanks to sheer proximity to that incredible heat.
The demon scrambles to its feet inelegantly, splinters of wood burning away from its flesh. Warren is already moving subtly, trying to find a more advantageous position while the demon’s attention is once again on Makima. It lets out a guttural growl, and red-orange flames begin to crawl across its flesh. A protective barrier of hellfire, casting an unnaturally red glow around the room in strange contrast to the cold light of the illusory orb floating above them.
Well, at least beyond that, the creature doesn’t seem one for tactics, because it springs at Makima, teeth flashing. ]
[She will, of course, let Warren do his own thing. The wizard can stand back and popcorn emoji at everything that transpires, and she wouldn't mind it; the fact that she would be doing most of the heavy lifting in the fight itself was more than obvious, and the Control Devil is more than willing to play her part.
What a heated thing, she thinks. Literally. That hellfire is likely to set nearby furniture alight, and she cannot imagine what it might do to her flesh if she got too near. (A curiosity that she might seek to sate herself if it came down to it. The part of her contract that declares any injury to her body would be borne onto someone in the wizarding society requires testing, after all.)
Still, best not to test it just yet. It really is an animalistic creature with animalistic tendencies. The fact that it comes lunging at her immediately isn't a surprise, and Makima dashes to the side to avoid the flare of its everything whipping past.
Anyway, this is why she wanted to keep the clapper, because she appreciates drama, and she thought it would be funny: she holds out the item, the arm raised in one hand and then bottom balanced in the other.]
Let's try that again. Take 2.
[She snaps the arm down with a clack! In that same motion, two unseen forces around the demon slam downwards and upwards, aimed at its middle again, as though to catch it in an obliterating vice.]
[ Warren is somewhere in the background watching this exchange like vivi.jpg
But it’s true that the demon is much more animal than anything else. It lacks the intelligence to realize that Makima is the one hurting it, to stand back and assess the threat for real, and act accordingly. It’s all fire and teeth and claws as it blows past her, digging gouges into the half-decaying floor in its efforts to wheel around.
Those opposing forces slam down around its middle, and the creature yelps. It quickly turns into a wet-sounding noise, dark blood spattering from its maw. The floor sizzles and smokes where it lands. But the wounds are not entirely internal – a steady stream of boiling blood also spills from its belly, before the hellish flames redouble their efforts, crawling over the gash to cauterize it.
It seems the hellfire is a minor annoyance at best, when it comes up against Makima’s abilities.
Now the demon has learned a bit of caution, and it stalks – a bit awkwardly, thanks to its injuries – in a slow, wide arc around Makima. ]
[Are you judging her? Don't you judge her for having fun, Mr. No Fun Zone!!
And she really is enjoying herself, so maybe there's something to be said about a personality that takes sincere pleasure out of violence. Amusement from the potential of pain. Perhaps that's just a Devil thing; or maybe it's inherent in Makima, some part of being a Control Devil that relishes in being the one to dole it out. There's a sense of authority and jurisdiction in a moment like this, isn't there? To overwhelm someone, or something, in such a violent way that they have no reason but to accept their circumstances are they are? To be at the mercy of something other?
Though from what she can tell, even with that searing blood sealing up any wounds on its body, this might not be too big of a challenge, despite her abilities not being 100 percent up to snuff. She isn't quite sure if she should be pleased or disappointed.
Ah, well. She snaps the clapper down again (yes, Warren, you get to see this a second time), and the force this time focuses on the hellhound's legs, clenching down hard.]
[ Mildly. Now seeing how easily her abilities seem unbothered by the hellfire, he’s not too worried himself. Apparently his role in this is going to be quite minimal indeed, but it probably evens out since he did the summoning.
Makima’s opposing forces clamp down around the demon’s legs, and something snaps, sending it to the floor in a heap of roiling fire and pain. The creature struggles to right itself, and finding itself unable to do so, angles its head at Makima instead. Its mouth opens wide, and the inferno within it roars anew, a bright and unfathomably hot ball of flame coalescing in its maw. Makima might want to do something about this before something bad happens. ]
Having downed the demon, maybe Warren's advice is something to take to heart. Of course severing its mobility wouldn't be enough; not when it can possibly shoot flame from its maw.
The giant head tilts toward her, and the inferno blazes behind overlarge fangs. While the notion of getting hit by a huge blast of hellfire doesn't really phase her, she has to consider all the angles: namely, she doesn't know if this creature cares if it takes the whole place down with it. It probably doesn't.
Which means Warren could possibly, you know, not survive the ensuing damage. Not an ideal outcome so early into their partnership.
Time to act fast, then. She leaps up and lands heels first along the ridge of the creature's back, spinning around to aim her "gun" right down at the demon's skull. This close and personal, maybe she'll get to blow its brains out. Enough to kill the engine to that conflagration.]
[ Even with the many, many tricks that Warren has up his sleeve, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a full, concentrated blast of hellfire. It would turn him to ash in a moment, so it’s good that Makima acts as swiftly as she does.
The demon barely has time to realize she’s alighted herself on its back when bang. Blood and bits of gore, brain and bone and ashy flesh, go flying as she quite effectively does blow the creature’s brains out. It's a mess but perhaps not as bad as it could be, with the lion’s share of gore cascading across the floor where it sits and sizzles, scorching the wood.
WIth a final shudder, the demon goes still, flames extinguishing, though the heat remains, slow to die.
Warren steps out of his place somewhere on the far side of the room. ]
[Blood and gore goes flying, spraying out in a radius. But Makima, hilariously, has avoided the majority of the viscera. Just a bit of it spatters against her dark pants.
When the life from this demon all but fizzles out, even if the flame lingers, she hitches a hand to one hip, remaining atop it. The other is still holding onto the movie clapper.]
I think it went about as smoothly as possible.
[Nothing bad happened at all! Neither of them got hurt! Well, she assumes.]
[Something above them groans. It's the ceiling. Apparently, this place was not built to last the test of time, neglected as it has been and the excess of movement within has put a strange and impossible strain on the entire structure.
Said ceiling caves in right above Makima's head and--from what Warren can see, anyway--a huge chunk of it unceremoniously tumbles down and crashes right on top of her.]
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[ A casual remark if ever there was one. No, he doesn't see a problem with having spent the last hundred years or so in near total isolation. That has always suited him fine. His mentor had done more than enough to demonstrate how other people are simply... a weakness.
If not for the promise of incredible power, Makima wouldn't even be here. ]
So, lucky you, too.
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[Oh, she's under no illusions that she's special in any regard, except for what she can offer him. It's the only reason she's here, but that's fine. Their partnership is mutually beneficial.
But, there is one thing she does want to ask, something she's curious about. Something that both runs parallel to her own experiences and... doesn't.
She bends down to light another candle.]
Never compelled even once to make friends outside of work?
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I have no use for friends.
[ And that’s really what it comes down to for him. Usefulness. ]
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No use...
[Hm. She straightens and moves over to the next candle, the little flame burning on the match swaying with the movement.]
I always thought that was just part of being human, though. That need for a connection. Are you saying you've really risen above that?
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Friendship doesn’t interest me. It never has. I recognize that perhaps that makes me atypical, but I’m hardly bothered.
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She doesn't understand it, exactly. (She wishes she could.) She can manipulate it to her advantage, but she cannot apply it to herself in the way she sees in so many examples, all around her. Is he the same way?]
Maybe that's just part of what makes you so dangerous. [She thinks that's true enough.] But now I'm really looking forward to a movie night together.
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And why is that, exactly?
[ Movie night isn’t going to give her some grand revelation as to what makes him tick. Probably. ]
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[Simply. Does he like them for the plot only? The underlying themes? Or does he appreciate the dynamic between the characters on the screen, which would somehow contradict what she's just told him now?]
That's all, really. And... what better way to make your first friend than through a movie marathon?
[That's a joke.]
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[ Stop trying to game the system Warren.
At least he can tell when she’s teasing, because otherwise he’d be quick to remind her that the point of their agreement was not to become friends and he’d frankly rather that they didn’t.
(Famous last words??) ]
You’re hilarious.
[ Anyway, looks like he’s done setting out candles, so once they’re all lit, they can proceed. ]
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She trails after, lighting the last few candles until they’re all properly dancing with a tiny flame. But then she straightens and looks at him blank-faced.]
Then you run the risk of sitting through a terrible movie as opposed to one you actually enjoy. Is that something you’re willing to do?
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And, apparently, this line of conversation is now over, because Warren takes the book in hand again, eyes sweeping over the circle and the candles dotted throughout. He checks and double checks it against the drawings in the book, then, seemingly satisfied, turns to Makima again. ]
You'll want to stand back.
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Fine. They can discuss Warren's taste in movies (or lack thereof) when it's an actual movie night. For now, she just exhales a little and decides to listen to his advice, moving beside him but just a few steps back.
And yes, she's been holding the movie clapper beneath her arm this entire time.]
I'm ready for the show.
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Also, girl just put the clapper in the duffel bag. He's not going to tell her she can't have it. He doesn't care.
ANYWAY— He flips through the book to another page which presumably has the incantation he needs on it. What follows it a bit of recitation, mostly in Latin because of course it is, something about tearing through the veil and dark servants and blah blah blah. The real notable thing is that about halfway through, the flames of the candles suddenly shoot up, increased in size and heat and brightness. The fire mingles and swirls together, the heat enough to set some of the paint on the interior of the old set bubbling and peeling away from the wood.
From that swirling flame juts one leathery arm, then another. Claws dig into the floor, leaving scorch marks in their wake. The rest of the creature unfolds from the ball of fire a moment later. Ironically, it looks almost canine, if said canine were as tall as Warren at the shoulder and made out of black leather and charcoal. Its eyes are red-orange pinpricks of light, and dark smoke coils from snarling jaws. In its chest, something glows, red hot, through its ribs.
Warren blinks a time or two. ]
Ah. It's bigger than I expected.
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And it appears in such flair, fitting of a demon's entry. Dramatics, indeed. The heat of the blazing candles increase, the light practically beaming from them, casting their shadows long and twisted against the floor. And what eases up from the circle is quite the sight. She's seen stranger, of course, and far more grotesque, but it's far from a dull, mundane devil.]
Did we get a hellhound for our troubles?
[She actually sounds amused; go figure that they'd get a canine-looking creature looking as if it's churning with fire beneath its leathery skin. And while Makima has enough sense to expect for it to roll over and play dead, she's confident enough to take a step forward. This is the part where Warren's the one who needs to stay back, after all.
First thing's first, though.]
Hello. [Pleasantly.] Do you have a name?
[Does it even speak?]
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So, Makima is free to approach, but the beast regards her with little more than animal intelligence in those embers that sit where its eyes should be. Its upper lip curls back, letting a new stream of black smoke stream through teeth like sharpened onyx.
It sure doesn’t speak, so if it has a name that will have to remain a mystery. Instead, it’s about to try to take Makima’s hand off with a sudden lunge, jaws flashing open.
No doubt she’s fast enough to move, but even so, something unseen slams into the side of the demon’s head, knocking the attack off course. ]
None of us are here to make friends, Makima.
[ Says Warren, hand raised and poised to cast again. A small handful of his tricks still work, so long as he hits the parts of the beast that aren’t flush with hellfire. The demon turns its eyes on him with a flare of hunger, muscles tensing to pounce. ]
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But this is yet one more instance of things being different in this world than what she's used to, and that's made clear the moment the canid-demon snaps in her direction, likely in an attempt to take a limb off.
Instead, Warren's magic collides into its skull, taking it off course and saving her the trouble. She looks mildly from the demon to the wizard.]
Maybe I just wanted to put a name to my meal.
[Well, with the creature now poised to leap at Warren, the onus is on her to keep it busy, isn't it?]
Hey, doggy.
[Time to get its attention. She hops back a yard or two in one swift movement, then raises her arm in her usual fingergun gesture, pointed straight at the creature's middle.]
I'll play with you.
[Bang. That massive force of hers goes wheeling towards the enemy.]
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Warren already has his Enhancements up, and is poised to spring out of the way, but Makima quite handily returns the favor paid just a few moments ago – invisible force colliding with the demon’s middle. The blow is far more powerful than what Warren had managed, and the demon is taken off its feet and sent tumbling into a pile of furniture. The set dressings splinter apart with the impact, and some of the pieces begin to smoke thanks to sheer proximity to that incredible heat.
The demon scrambles to its feet inelegantly, splinters of wood burning away from its flesh. Warren is already moving subtly, trying to find a more advantageous position while the demon’s attention is once again on Makima. It lets out a guttural growl, and red-orange flames begin to crawl across its flesh. A protective barrier of hellfire, casting an unnaturally red glow around the room in strange contrast to the cold light of the illusory orb floating above them.
Well, at least beyond that, the creature doesn’t seem one for tactics, because it springs at Makima, teeth flashing. ]
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What a heated thing, she thinks. Literally. That hellfire is likely to set nearby furniture alight, and she cannot imagine what it might do to her flesh if she got too near. (A curiosity that she might seek to sate herself if it came down to it. The part of her contract that declares any injury to her body would be borne onto someone in the wizarding society requires testing, after all.)
Still, best not to test it just yet. It really is an animalistic creature with animalistic tendencies. The fact that it comes lunging at her immediately isn't a surprise, and Makima dashes to the side to avoid the flare of its everything whipping past.
Anyway, this is why she wanted to keep the clapper, because she appreciates drama, and she thought it would be funny: she holds out the item, the arm raised in one hand and then bottom balanced in the other.]
Let's try that again. Take 2.
[She snaps the arm down with a clack! In that same motion, two unseen forces around the demon slam downwards and upwards, aimed at its middle again, as though to catch it in an obliterating vice.]
Action.
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But it’s true that the demon is much more animal than anything else. It lacks the intelligence to realize that Makima is the one hurting it, to stand back and assess the threat for real, and act accordingly. It’s all fire and teeth and claws as it blows past her, digging gouges into the half-decaying floor in its efforts to wheel around.
Those opposing forces slam down around its middle, and the creature yelps. It quickly turns into a wet-sounding noise, dark blood spattering from its maw. The floor sizzles and smokes where it lands. But the wounds are not entirely internal – a steady stream of boiling blood also spills from its belly, before the hellish flames redouble their efforts, crawling over the gash to cauterize it.
It seems the hellfire is a minor annoyance at best, when it comes up against Makima’s abilities.
Now the demon has learned a bit of caution, and it stalks – a bit awkwardly, thanks to its injuries – in a slow, wide arc around Makima. ]
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And she really is enjoying herself, so maybe there's something to be said about a personality that takes sincere pleasure out of violence. Amusement from the potential of pain. Perhaps that's just a Devil thing; or maybe it's inherent in Makima, some part of being a Control Devil that relishes in being the one to dole it out. There's a sense of authority and jurisdiction in a moment like this, isn't there? To overwhelm someone, or something, in such a violent way that they have no reason but to accept their circumstances are they are? To be at the mercy of something other?
Though from what she can tell, even with that searing blood sealing up any wounds on its body, this might not be too big of a challenge, despite her abilities not being 100 percent up to snuff. She isn't quite sure if she should be pleased or disappointed.
Ah, well. She snaps the clapper down again (yes, Warren, you get to see this a second time), and the force this time focuses on the hellhound's legs, clenching down hard.]
We didn't have too much to worry about, did we.
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Don’t get too cocky.
[ Mildly. Now seeing how easily her abilities seem unbothered by the hellfire, he’s not too worried himself. Apparently his role in this is going to be quite minimal indeed, but it probably evens out since he did the summoning.
Makima’s opposing forces clamp down around the demon’s legs, and something snaps, sending it to the floor in a heap of roiling fire and pain. The creature struggles to right itself, and finding itself unable to do so, angles its head at Makima instead. Its mouth opens wide, and the inferno within it roars anew, a bright and unfathomably hot ball of flame coalescing in its maw. Makima might want to do something about this before something bad happens. ]
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Having downed the demon, maybe Warren's advice is something to take to heart. Of course severing its mobility wouldn't be enough; not when it can possibly shoot flame from its maw.
The giant head tilts toward her, and the inferno blazes behind overlarge fangs. While the notion of getting hit by a huge blast of hellfire doesn't really phase her, she has to consider all the angles: namely, she doesn't know if this creature cares if it takes the whole place down with it. It probably doesn't.
Which means Warren could possibly, you know, not survive the ensuing damage. Not an ideal outcome so early into their partnership.
Time to act fast, then. She leaps up and lands heels first along the ridge of the creature's back, spinning around to aim her "gun" right down at the demon's skull. This close and personal, maybe she'll get to blow its brains out. Enough to kill the engine to that conflagration.]
Bang.
[Hopefully it won't be too messy, though.]
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The demon barely has time to realize she’s alighted herself on its back when bang. Blood and bits of gore, brain and bone and ashy flesh, go flying as she quite effectively does blow the creature’s brains out. It's a mess but perhaps not as bad as it could be, with the lion’s share of gore cascading across the floor where it sits and sizzles, scorching the wood.
WIth a final shudder, the demon goes still, flames extinguishing, though the heat remains, slow to die.
Warren steps out of his place somewhere on the far side of the room. ]
That certainly could have gone worse.
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When the life from this demon all but fizzles out, even if the flame lingers, she hitches a hand to one hip, remaining atop it. The other is still holding onto the movie clapper.]
I think it went about as smoothly as possible.
[Nothing bad happened at all! Neither of them got hurt! Well, she assumes.]
You're not hurt at all, are y-
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Said ceiling caves in right above Makima's head and--from what Warren can see, anyway--a huge chunk of it unceremoniously tumbles down and crashes right on top of her.]
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