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Mab inspected his nails and sashayed prettily into Hals' fight, settling into place next to his best friend just as the other was loudly directing their mutual to "just kick her a**". "Darling, you know that's not his style, he has a thing against beating up on ladies."

Eyes going from the aesthetically pleasing Cornetite to his opponent, Mab twitched and stage whispered to Court, "Oh my god what is on her head -- I know what it's supposed to be, but...good lord, do you think she knows what that looks like?" Catty like all Queens tended to be, Mab meant harm, but less in a 'ha ha hurt you' way, and more in a 'oh honey, no' sort of way - he would happily have taken the lieutenant aside and given her beauty tips about her hair, or even helped her cut and style it - and colour it to make something more pleasing to the eye than the blond pompf she had going currently.

"It is criminal! She's got such a lovely face, and then that...that- ugh! It just gives her too much forehead and-- I can't!"

Mab turned away, it really was too much to expect him to watch this travesty. How dare.

HP: 5/20
Attack: 6 - 2 = 4

"You should see my idea of fun when NOT being forced to fight." Piypite smiled, putting a hand on her hip as she glanced towards the crowds. "Might be better than theirs."

"Now what are you doing?" Piy remarked, seeing him cross his arms. It took her a moment before she realized he wasn't going to even counter. That was rather disappointing...

Walking towards him, Piy closed the distance before placing a hand on his folded arms. "Love to see you again." She smirked, licked her lips and then kneed him in the groin.

He was just standing there. The big, dumb idiot. That pretty little girl with the unfortunate hair was going to ******** ruin him and he would deserve it because Prince Hals just wouldn't hit a girl. "Oh my stars are you kidding me!?!"

Mab threw his hands up in the air. Cornetite was getting an earful when this was over, from him, from Tourma, from Court. All of them. You didn't just stand there like a lump on a log when someone was fighting you! That's just not how it was done! It was an insult to the other person's fighting spirit! Mab leaned forward, cupping his hands next to high-gloss lips, "RUDE! You show him, girl!"

If Hals wasn't going to get his butt in gear, then Mab was going to support the one that would, hair cut not withstanding. At least, he was...until she ******** pranced up to his dear, sweet Cornetite and jammed her pointy little knee up into his tender bits like a she-demon, causing the corrupt senshi to squirm and gasp in dismay.

"REF! COME ON!" Mab shrieked as Cornetite fell, making dying giraffe noises, his skin as green as the pendant at Mab's own throat. But without the glow. "Oh my stars you poor baby! It was over, she'd won, the little minx, but at what cost!? He knew Nitra would be throwing a fit too, absolutely agog, but it was more important to get up and all but fly down to their collapsed comrade.

"Did you have to go for the balls, girl oh my god-- You could have ruptured his testicles! Oh sweet Mary Mother Christmas, Cornetite? Baby, are you okay?" Mab was on his knees, pulling the blue haired officer half into his lap and fussing like a clucking hen.

The sudden fawning over the fallen agent was just like mother hens. They were protecting him from her or from the reality of it all? A reality Piy didn't give a s**t about as she crossed her arms under her chest and leaned onto her back foot.

"See, now that is where your protective nature is going to result in your baby chick getting himself killed. A 'practice' fight is just the right place for him to get use to such an action. Better to fall to the weakness now when his life isn't in danger than out there when Mommy one and Mommy two aren't there to save his a**."

"That is unless you plan to turn him into the cowardly lion. I guess that would make you the Wicked Witch of the west and your friend Glinda?" Piy motioned with one hand from the woman standing before her and then pointing to the one on the ground.

"But hey, Cornetite, if you ever want an apology or another go, leave the peanut gallery behind and look me up." With a passing wink to them all, Piy turned. She had another mach to prepare for now...and a few others to check on how they fared.