There's a place in the dark where the animals go

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There's a place in the dark where the animals go

WHO: Medusa and Willow
WHAT: A SHOWDOWN.
WHEN: After this
WHERE: In the halls
WARNING(S): Possibly gore, threats of animal abuse (no actual animal abuse), violence

Medusa had nothing against kittens. At least, nothing specific. They could be dirty and bothersome, but she could appreciate how good they were at manipulation. A sweet face that hid vicious teeth and claws. And in any case, it wasn't the kittens that were important. It was provoking a fellow inmate into violence.

Having finally gotten a rise out of someone who seemed perfectly happy to rip her throat out, Medusa felt a swell of satisfaction as she walked down the hall. She knew precisely where the kittens were, and she was in no hurry. If Willow was as defensive as she appeared to be Medusa might not even have to reach her room at all.

She was eager for the chance to test her abilities, and more importantly gauge the reactions to a fight of such laughable origins. Who would the barge side with? The woman who took a simple joke too far, but clearly had it coming? Or the vampire who had killed before, who took her just a little too seriously and was just a little too eager to jump to violence? Medusa didn't know enough about the population to be certain, and it would be an entertaining experiment.

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To Willow, there was no "joke" about this fight; she'd made a threat - right on the heels of what seemed to be another; and considering the demonic world Willow had lived in, the stories Wanda had told her, and what violence she had seen...

She was taking this seriously; if she was going to keep her and her pet safe, she had to show her dominance here.

Stalking down the hallway (her kitten theoretically left behind in the room, but in reality stalking quietly behind her) - Willow growled lowly beneath her throat as she kept her eyes out for the threat; she was just starting to wonder whether it had all been some cruel joke when she caught sight of the woman.

Her eyes glittered dangerously from beneath her hood as she spotted the redhead. A smile twisted her face into something grotesque. If this was a joke, it certainly wasn't apparent from the outside.

"Here, kitty kitty," she called out, voice as sweet as honey. In her pockets her hands pointed straight like snakes' heads. Her pulse quickened with the thrill of coming battle.

Willow's heart didn't beat - but blood did pump through her veins; and the cold liquid seemed too quicken when she heard Medusa's taunt.

Growling, she moved into a defensive stance, ready to take on the woman.

"Here kitty kitty kitty," she called out again, with a slightly higher pitch this time. She continued walking forward, as though she were merely looking for her prey. Her stance suggested she had no intention of fighting, but every other aspect of her body language and the strange witchy aura that surrounded her cried out for blood.

She'd lived among vampires and demons; she'd been part of the Master's inner circle - one of the most feared vampire's all around. This wasn't her first fight - she knew how to recognize an intent like that.

Her face transformed as she took a step forward, keeping defensive, holding back the urge to launch herself - she had stayed alive by being cautious after all.

Medusa circled her prey, moving closer in slow, smooth movements. Like a snake, when she struck it would be fast and vicious. Until then she watched and waited and drew closer, closer, closer still.

She circled, moving in the other direction as she slipped closer, relaxing her muscles as she mapped out the woman's veins in her head; a veritable buffet - one that was oh so tempting to bite into.

Focusing, she mapped the nerves out as well - drawing upon her knowledge of torture as she stared down Medusa.

Medusa watched her eyes, relying on her peripheral vision to alert her to any important changes to the woman's posture. She kept pressing forward, drawing close until she couldn't get any closer.

She licked her lips.

A deep growl emerged from deep within her throat; she didn't step forward, but kept her muscles tense - ready to launch out into an attack.

Medusa responded with a low chuckle. Clearly the kittens were well suited to their caretaker, she was so animalistic!

"Left the kids all alone, did you?" she asked, a quiet, predatory murmur.

Only one of the kittens were actually hers - and that one was (she thought) safely back in her room; in reality, Madame smudge's head was poking curiously around the corner, watching as Willow's hand flashed out at least - flashing for the neck.

She darted backwards and around, hands leaving her pockets at last to strike out at pressure points along Willow's neck and shoulders. The wicked grin never left her face for a moment.

Willow ducked back, her own hands moving quickly to try and deflect. It was fortunate for her that Drac had begun training her in how to use pressure points, back on Risa - she knew what Medusa was doing... If not exactly how to stop her.

She spun fluidly to aim a roundhouse kick at the woman's head.

"Not going to fight back? You'll never stop me that way," she called out mockingly.

Another growl, as her hand shot out, hoping grab the woman's leg - she was still unused to her reduced strength; still used to being able to throw a man with one hand; but with luck, even with reduced strength, she'd at least be able to give Medusa a good tug.

She took advantage of the leverage and momentum to launch her other foot at Willow's head in a heel kick. She seemed never to stop moving for more than a second.

She tugged the woman's foot, growling as she attempted to avoid it and pull the woman's feet from under her in the same movement.

Medusa didn't rely on her feet for balance. If she was thrown she would simply flip herself over. Otherwise she would continue using Willow's grip on her as leverage.

"You're hardly even trying!"

She threw the girl, watching her flip and shooting out her hand - aiming for the woman's side, the other slashing forward to hit a pressure point in Medusa's own shoulder.

Her shoulder hit, Medusa's smile wavered. But still she rolled, righting herself and charging forward to strike out with her good hand and aim a low kick at Willow's side.

She did her best to avoid the the hand - but got the kick,knocking her askew and putting her off guard.

She kept attacking, strike after strike with hands and feet aimed at every sensitive spot on Willow's body.

She continued her attempts at blocking, hand lashing out at the same time; cautious at first, but then lashing out - trying to take the woman's arm out of place, even if it left Willow herself open.

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Medusa lunged at the opening, aiming a harsh kick at the woman's stomach even as she was forced to take the hit and she thought she felt her shoulder dislocate. No matter. She could fight without arms.

Willow was driven back by the blow to the sensitive stomach - falling to the ground a moment, and instinctually rolling up - but only for a moment. Without any actual need to regain her breath, she was working her way back to her feet in a mater of moments.

Medusa let her arms hang limp. She refused to show pain, ever. Instead she darted forward once more and started a barrage of quickly swinging kicks.

She lashed out her own hand, taking a kick and trying to get a hit below the kneecap - anything to take this woman down; or at least distract her long enough for Willow to finish climbing to her feet. Too many kicks to the head could do even a vampire in.

Medusa was quick on her feet, and wasn't about to let herself get tripped up or grabbed again. She didn't relent.

She growled, shoving against the ground to hasten the journey to her feet - desperate to get away from Medusa's kicks, and to launch one of her own.

She was pushed back by the sudden movement. Medusa chose to take the opportunity to move further back and attempt to force her shoulder back into its socket. She hissed as the joint clicked into place.

Inconvenient; but it was better than being left on the ground.

Moving slowly forward, she began to circle again, looking for an opening to strike.

Medusa rolled her shoulders before moving forward again, never dropping her guard.

"You're pathetic," she accused as she circled around. "All bark and no bite. Or are you too afraid to put up a real fight?"

"See your mouth moving," she whispered, lashing out at the woman's shoulder. "But I don't see any teeth."

She twisted as she dodged, aiming a hand at a pressure point near the other woman's hip.

"I told you, I'll swallow you whole. I don't need any teeth for that, little turtle."

She tried to twist, scared of what would happen if the woman hit - trying to turn the movement into a kick to the woman's jaw; if she wanted to swallow, she'd best unhinge.

"Not a turtle."

She abandoned the pressure point to bend away from that kick, moving instead to kick the woman's legs out from under her at the knee.

"Prove it."

She stumbled but didn't fall, leg coming down from her kick to support her and flashing out for the woman's side - hoping to drive Medusa back if nothing else; a better use for a battered leg than anything else at the moment.

She pushed the leg aside, jabbing her fingers into the pressure point on Willow's leg in the process.

She stumbled again, struggling to keep herself upright, now, watching Medusa; if she fell again she wasn't sure she'd be able too get back to her feet; the girl would snap her leg and she'd be lost. She needed to take the woman down... quick. But for now, all she could do was share, and try not to show her pain as her body regenerated.

Medusa saw her opening, and lunged straight for the woman's jugular. She would much sooner snap her neck than her leg.

She moved to grab the woman, hoping to use her momentum and toss her to the ground. If her leg held out... if she managed to get a proper grip... if she was strong enough - too many ifs for her taste; but she wasn't going down easy.

Desperation could be a powerful tool, Medusa had found, and this time it worked against her. She slammed into the ground at an angle that made it difficult to recover with the speed she would have normally.

Willow moved quickly, attempting to straddle her - to entertwine her legs with that of her opponent, and seize her arms. If she could dislocate the shoulders, she might be able to end the fight. If Medusa slipped like the snake she was from Willow's grasp...

Without her usual speed, Medusa was far too slow to slip away. (And contrary to popular believe, her skin was not made of scales and could not slip and slide like a snake's.) She struggled ferociously, and Willow would find that if she got her head too close it might get caught in the crossfire.

She growled, flexing her legs - still intertwined with Medusa's - in the attempt to take down her legs as well as her arms. Medusa was not getting away.

Medusa hissed, still struggling.

"If you think this is over," she warned, "then you're more naive than I thought."

"Stop... Hissing," she whispered, eyes locked on Medusa's neck; one bite and it would be over; so sweet a taste, and so quick a death - all the more tempting with Medusa wriggling beneath her like a wounded animal.

Instead, she twined her hand about the witch's hair, tugging back, and slamming the woman's head against the ground; again if needed.

"Do it," she hissed when she saw where Willow was looking. But a moment later it didn't matter anymore, and the world turned black.

Staring at Medusa a moment, making sure she truly was unconscious... she pulled her communicator out, and prepared for a post.

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