[c]
[And here she was expecting lightning. Well, air made for a less risky manoeuvre, so this was probably for the best. She thinks this, but of course she was clipped on the shoulder and would be in for a swollen, painful bruise tomorrow, and would have been knocked clean over if not for the fog confusing Marcelâs aim. HOWEVER.. one of the bullets smashed into the fountain, snapping the top off, sending it spiralling into the night to smash to the ground. Nadine totally grins and chuckles when she hears the crash, because sheâs a fucker. Well, her destructive work was done through the hands of the good-willed, and honestly, she couldnât ask for more. It wasnât quite as destroyed as sheâd have done, and she wasnât able to accomplish her actual goal was, but this would do.
Nadine allowed the circling ring of water, which had been picking up speed, to finally break course and go smashing towards Marcel, no energy spent on heat, instead heating the fountain water raining down into. Guess What. More Fog. The fog had been thinned by the air bullets though, so who knew how much Marcel could actually see. And with that, she hightailed the fuck out of there, grabbing her grocery bag and using the last of her energy to superheat only the vapour directly behind her to deter Marcel from chasing her.]
[ Luckily, the ring passes over his head, narrowly missing him, only taking off a few hairs. He hears the crash of the fountain breaking, and inwardly swears. Either you die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself destroy the fountain, huh? Heâs tired of this fight, tired of exhausting himself over something that should have been settled with words. ]
Damn it Nadine! Thatâs enough!
[ He swipes his hand through the air and sends a strong current of wind spiraling out from around him, clearing away the fog. He sees Nadine running away and uses a blast of air to propel him forward, before realizing that sheâs out of reach. He stops, and fires a bullet of air at her, hoping to at least hit her bag and slow her down. ]
[She felt the concentration of water shred, then the blast of air that had cleared her fog. Had he seriously had the ability to clear the fog and just not.. done anything about it?? Ugh, storm mages. And the massive jet of water missed, too. Talk about bad luck, it was a huge thing of water. She continued running, even as Marcel called after her in tones of desperation, with one hand uncapping one of the  water bag she kept on her belt and glancing back incase he tried anything-
Just as the air bullet hit her. Or rather, her bag, which was sent flying way ahead, due to the relatively light load- some onions that sheâd accidentally let sprout and plant fertiliser atop the less than legal skull- all of which scattered, thankfully not under a streetlamp. Less thankfully, she heard the crunch of the bone breaking, already fragile from the extreme heat applied when she had first killed the man.
Nadine whirled around, rage twisting her face. She froze for a moment- the bag, or Marcel? She should have never assumed she could get off that easily, or let him off that easily. Maybe grievous bodily harm really was the only way to talk to a person. But she was far enough away from the fountain that all advantages offered by the ready source of water were negligible because the water source was too far to do anything powerful enough to counter a mage with elemental advantage. And the bag, the skull.. Urg, sheâd have to be satisfied with a grudge.
She began running again, aiming to grab the skull, wherever it was, if it wasnât destroyed. Marcel had probably, hopefully, not seen it amidst the onions at his large distance in the dark. But if he tried anything again..]
