“Why am I better than everyone?” with whoever?
Des shoves the phone in Jessa’s face. Jessa takes it, raises an eyebrow.
Ferox peers over Jessa’s shoulder. “Sid’s account!”
“And it’s barren,” Des says with delight. “Not a single OC work in months. Surely those bastards are long faded by now.”
Ferox disappears, and then reappears in a cloud of grape-scented smoke. “Nope! Still there!”
She turns around and points at an arrow lodged into her back. “See?”
Des’s smile falls. “Really? Not even an engraved arrow? Just generic?”
“Completely classless,” Jessa says, flashing a sarcastic smile. “Not everyone has your taste, Lav.”
Des scowls at the nickname, and plops onto her throne. “Why am I better than everyone? All I ask for is a little flare-”
A plume of smoke and fire burst up behind her.
A bubble of lava bursts, sending red-hot shards of rock everywhere.
“-from my opponents, and I can’t even get that. Sid is really running on empty, isn’t she?”
“That RP is still going strong,” Jessa observes. “Ooooh, this part has someone getting emotionally distressed.”
“Well obviously it would, that’s all she knows how to write these days,” Des snaps. “Ugh, I miss the days when I could strike fear into the hearts of her fans...”
“Before she abandoned you?” Ferox adds.
Des grits her teeth. “Harsh, yet true.”
“Look on the bright side,” Jessa says. “At least she’s paying some attention to you now.”
“What?” Des looks up. “Is she-”
Ferox does too. “Oh! I see the laptop screen! HI SID!”
Des stands up. “You pathetic, inspiration-less, snooping writer, if you do not appear to fight me right now I shall- no, don’t you dare, I know that look, don’t cut me o-”