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When the vampire's nails clawed at her throat, Marissa grimaced. With renewed vigor, she managed to get her knees planted in the vampire's gut. Her next move was risky, but she pushed back against Drusilla with the pressed forearm. As she did, she rolled in an attempt to get her own leverage. She needed to get distance between them, as quickly as possible. - ofpotential

Hissing again when she felt the knees in her stomach, Dru pulled her hand away from Marissa, using the slayer’s force as momentum to role away in the opposite direction. She got to her feet as quickly as she could, poised once again for an attack. “Now look what you’ve done,” she complained, “my dress is all dirty.”

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Their feet tangled together and Marissa's elbow hit the pavement. Pain shot through her arm, but she fought through it. With her forearm, she pressed it against Drusilla's neck and chest, holding back the biting teeth. Unfortunately, that was the arm in which she held the stake, limiting her ability to move it for the kill. A grunt of frustration came as she tried to pull her legs close to her body to kick the vampire away. -ofpotential

Drusilla struggled to control the slayers movements, but at least for now the stake was useless. She used one hand to press the her into the sidewalk, not wanting to allow her any leverage while the other hand went for Marissa’s throat, whether to choke her or claw her didn’t matter to the vampire, as long as she managed some kind of damage before being kicked away.

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She anticipated the vampire's move and Marissa quickly brought her arms in to shield her throat and body. With a pivot, she managed to catch Drusilla's weight against her. Thanks to her bracing movements, she wasn't knocked back--but she was unsteady on her feet. The Slayer brought out her foot, intending to hook it with Drusilla's as they both went down. -ofpotential

Drusilla didn’t even try to stifle the hiss that slipped past her lips as her legs became tangled in silk, and the slayer’s own foot. Despite that she had nothing to latch on to, the vampire snapped her fangs at Marissa as she struggled to gain control.

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Whatever had been in the vampire's tone and eyes had passed and Marissa, still on her guard, placed her feet apart. She'd seen plenty of vampires in their game faces and this was no different. It was easier, she thought, when their true faces were revealed. "Let's can the chatter." She brought up her free hand, gesturing toward Drusilla. "Bring it on." - ofpotential

She kept her eyes on the stake the whole time, one hand ready to defend herself as she rushed towards the slayer, intending to tackle her, hoping the force would knock the stake away.

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Marissa's fingers flexed around the stake. Her eyes remained focused on Drusilla, but she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. There was some sense in what she said--too much sense. But Marissa refused to feel pity or sympathy. She edged back one more step, another. When she felt there was sufficient distance between them, she spoke again. "Boo hoo." --ofpotential

Drusilla slowly started to stalk towards her, that predatory gaze in her eyes once more. Once she was just within an arms reach she let her features shift, eyes yellow as sharp fangs flashed between her lips, “I only do what’s in my nature, just like the lioness.”

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Marissa was quickly becoming frustrated, but she bit it back with a false smile. "Something about destiny and fighting the forces of darkness." Her head canted to the side. "Kind of gets instilled in your noggin from an early age." She still wasn't keen on making the first move. She backed off instead, never once letting her guard down. It was a volatile situation and Marissa would rather fight than run, but fight this particular vampire? Maybe not. -ofpotential

“Yes, the whole slayer bit,” the way Dru spoke made it seem as if they were two friends having a normal conversation, but the look in her eyes was that of a predator. “ You don’t go slaying lions for hunting zebras and doing what’s in their nature. I’m no different than a lion.” As Drusilla poised herself to strike, her eyes locked with the slayer’s and for the briefest of moments there was a sadness there, “I never asked for this.”

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A brief hint of confusion crossed her features, then realization, before both vanished and her face turned impassive once more. Marissa didn't like where this was going. She knew of Drusilla, had seen photographs of her, and read all the lore. She was a formidable vampire and one no Slayer really wanted to come up against. And yet, here she was. Had the seer vampire known that? The young woman fought not to let that shake her. "C'mon. We gonna fight or what?" -ofpotential

Drusilla giggled at the question, “What is it with all of you slayers? Always looking for a fight. I don’t go looking for fights.”

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"Lots of vampires have killed Slayers. Don't think yourself so special." Marissa had done her homework. She wasn't stupid. She didn't react other than to take a few more steps. She wouldn't make the first move. Blue eyes remained locked on the vampire. -ofpotential

She stopped, eyes narrowed as her head cocked to the side, an almost robotic-like movement. “But I am special. I can see it all, the stars whisper their secrets and I listen.” Drusilla took another step closer, still watching the stake as she prepared to attack, the goal of course would be to get the stake far away, then worry about the rest later.

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