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Clerise screamed, resisting the urge to fling something delicate at the wall. This wasn't her room, after all. It was Clarice's, and the other woman cared more about the state of her bathroom than any other thing on this planet.

She furiously ripped off her pajamas, shrugging into a shirt and workout sweats, furiously yanking on her coat. It took a few minutes for her hands to stop shaking with PURE FURY. She clenched them tightly, nails digging into her palms. <********," she yelled, kicking the floor with her bare foot, snarling like a savage beast, lip curled, face feral.

Yanking her shoes on, Clerise opened the door of her and Clarice's bedroom and slammed it shut, loud enough to be heard on the whole third floor. <******** needed to blow off steam, and BAD. Jogging towards the field, Clerise texted and ran, running into a few other hunters on her way there. She gave them a nasty look, as if it was THEIR fault for walking normally and being in HER way.



Clerise summoned Balthazar as soon as her feet hit the training grounds, his blades gleaming in the light.

{[ Remember to breathe, Sheila. ]}

While Otto made his way down to the field, Clerise furiously clacked away on Twitter, nearly breaking the buttons of her flip phone with the force of her typing. Her teeth ground together, the dull sound incredibly loud on the silent field.

When he arrived, the redhead still looked incredibly agitated. Every now and again she had started to calm down, but then she'd REMEMBER that the blood in her veins was the same that ran through Caelius'.

It was enough to make her shudder.

"Hi, Prodigy," Clerise grunted, launching herself at him-- but she curved away at the last second, hissing. She just didn't have the heart to use full force against the teen.

"Ugh. UGH. ******** EVERYTHING."

[[ hp// 50
dmg// robert
charge// 0/3 ]]

"IT'S NOT ******** PMSING, PRODIGY."

Christ. SHE WISHED. PMSing, for Clerise, just meant laying around in bed eating food and subduing the cramps, not wanting to murder everything that ever has or ever will exist.

She hissed again, guttural, bringing Balthazar's curved blades up to stop the weight of Tenya, but she still hurt a little.

Words swirled in her mind, and almost all of them were unhelpful: expletives, nearly all of them. With gnashing teeth, Clerise swung again instead of answering the teen's question, as reasonable as it was.

The huntress was not feeling reasonable.

[[ hp// 49
dmg// 2
charge// 1/3 ]]

Funny how she'd had the urge to destroy something adorable, and her first thought popped to Otto.

She'd have to keep that to herself, later, when she was in less of a pissed off frenzy. She swirled around, but the rage in her was unfocused, sloppy. Clerise was used to being the most agile, but Otto was putting her to shame.

Tenya cracked down against her upper back and neck, forcing Clerise to her knees temporarily. Balthazar clattered against the hard dirt, and she groaned.

That had hurt.

"Caelius," Clerise spat. She gritted her teeth again, calloused fingers grabbing Balthazar off the ground before she launched herself in his direction. The huntress aimed for his legs.

"Is in my bloodline."

[[ hp// 38
dmg// 8
charge// 2/3 ]]

"RIGHT?!" Clerise screeched, her voice ratcheting upwards in volume. "IT'S ALL HER ******** FAULT. CHRIST."

Clerise skidded backwards as Tenya smacked into her side, the force of it sending a shockwave through the huntress' body. She spat on the field, rolling her shoulders to work out some of the pain Tenya had caused.

"Also, you hurt, prodigy. Jesus."

She jumped into the air, launching herself to the side, spinning on her heel as she landed, trying to catch Otto in the back. The teen was a fast little twerp, though, and he always managed to react before she could get a good swipe in. Clerise tried anyway, using only her right sickle, teeth gritting in concentration.

[[ hp// 29
dmg// 6
charge// 3/3 ]]

Tenya narrowly missed her, and it was a good thing, too. That could've ended in pain, sorrow, and a trip to the infirmary.

Balthazar crackled to life as Clerise started to use her charge attack, signifying that he was ready to go. Whenever he was capped out, the words in her mind seemed to just fade away. They became one, even if.

Well.

This move was always deadly, but it felt so good.

Flinging her arms backwards, the sickles blazed to life, the runes flaring with red and gold light. She flung them at Otto-- crowing triumphantly as they smacked into him with their full force.

"Holy s**t," she breathed. "That's the first time that's ever work--"

The sickles came flying back, like two individual boomerangs-- and caught her at the knees and neck, forcing her to the ground. Her fear shield drained immediately, the contact of the blades cutting into her skin. The strength of the recoil almost knocked her the ******** out.

She laid on the training field, twitching all over, as if she'd been struck by an electric shock.

"Holy s**t," Clerise repeated, panting.

[[ hp// -4.6
dmg// 36
charge// 0/3 ]]

Clerise just laid on the field, grinning stupidly. She felt infinitely better, now, in a way that only a spar could fix a mood.

"Dude," was her only reply, with a gentle headbutt to Otto's knee. There was dirt smudged on her face, and her neck was bleeding, her old scar from Caelius opened up.

It was oddly fitting, in its own way.

"I think I need to go see Sunny." The grin she gave Otto was dopey as hell. She was high off adrenaline, and the euphoria that the attack she used ACTUALLY worked. "I can't believe it worked! It NEVER works! Not on other people!"

Clerise laughed, shakily trying to stand, using Otto's shoulder as leverage to get off the ground. She was wobbly, and there was spots on her vision. "Crutch should work," she said with a nod. "Ehehehe."

Balthazar had desummoned, and was back in his regular place around her neck, a pocketwatch on a plain silver chain.

"Less' go." She kneaded at his shoulder a little. "Get you some bandaids, too. Eheh."

Man. She was so sleepy, even if her body hurt all over.