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She had gone to change and put her hair up, eating something to make sure that she would be ready to take on whatever Director Allcott had to offer her. With about ten minutes to spare, she wandered down into the Tutorial, beginning her usual stretches.
Evie was tiny, abnormally so, and quite limber because of that fact... but if the rumors were true, one hit from the Director and she might not be getting back up. She started trying to run through tactics as she let her chains free.
Four individual links of chain, each about ten feet, stretched free from her shoulder blades and wiggled around. Beginning to run through basic hand-to-hand practices, she used her chains to help her against her imaginary enemy, letting them spin out and grab at or stab at whoever it was she was attacking.
The chains are a very obvious physical force as she holds tight against his skin, but her focus instead was to sink them beneath, through his body and into his soul.
It was an uncomfortable sensation, bordering on painful, and the more resistance he put up, the more it would feel like a shock to his system.
John was definitely uncomfortable, but the point was to see what Evelyn's power could do and how she could improve with it. As he tensed his arm, he could feel something tugging within him, aching in his body as if he should stop!
Still, he tugs back with his arm and the force would send Evelyn flying toward him!
She really doesn't have much in the way of physical defense. She would fly towards him, just as he intended, but she curled her body into a defendable ball and tightened her chains, focusing on trying to distract him.
If he planned worked, he wouldn't be able to focus enough to hit her as she sailed by, tightening her chains to catch herself and to cause pain.
The pain was different from person to person and often depended on what pain they feared, or she thought they might fear.
The pain would ring through Johns arm and legged, but he kept it hidden well, wiping it from his mind as Evelyn sailed toward him!
His free arm retracts and extends to punch her in the ribs as she's curled up! It was a light punch, as he didn't want to break anything, but enough to send a large surge of pain throughout her torso.
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Her plan didn't work. He was too strong willed. She tightened her chains instead, and it would feel much like chains wrapping around him, the feeling of the links collecting painful enough.
But as soon as he hit her, she would channel that pain, that breathlessness, through them and share it with him. Unlike John, she had a low pain tolerance, and the pain he felt wasn't based on his own...
It was based on hers.
She hit the ground fairly hard with a little whine, still focused on channeling her pain.
John would wince at the pain as the screams of Evelyn's body passed through him. It was this type of attack he hated. Psychics. Or people like them; their powers always so annoying.
As Evelyn lands she'd feel John's free leg plant its foot onto her body, pinning her under an immeasurable weight. Looking up at him she could see there was pain in his eyes, sweat beginning to drip from his for head, but he stood tall.
"This is generally the hitch with powers like yours. Someone who is strong mentally can usually fight through what you're dishing out, unless you can compete."
« Last Edit: Dec 9, 2015 11:24:25 GMT -6 by John Allcott »
John grits his teeth, staring into Evelyn's eyes. Her pain was apparent and her trying to compound that into what she was doing to him was a nice touch, but he wouldn't concede.
"Which one of us do you think has the higher resolve? In this game of endurance, who will submit first?"
The pressure from his foot slowly gets more forceful, squeezing against Evelyn as he gets close and closer to breaking her bones.
She makes a face as she feels her body giving underneath him, but the threat of more pain only hardened her resolve.
Her chains tightened again and her face seemed to fall into serenity and peacefulness. Evie was more focused on his mind, then, on finding any soft spot she could to rip his concentration from him. She was pushing harder than she had really ever managed to push before, and her body was mostly limp, hands lightly placed on his foot as she weakly tried to push it off of her.
John's losing stamina! He continues to push! When he feels he's near her bodies breaking point, he lets up, choosing instead to fight through his muscles pain and whip her across the room! He had no idea if the chains would follow her, break off of him, or stay, but this was a good way to find out!
He threw her across the room and she skidded away, her body limp and not taking much damage. Her chains only had a ten foot range, but they were wound tightly enough that they would catch her, and her pain would worsen.
She curled into a ball, then, knowing he could have broken her, and still kept probing.
Any thoughts that he might have had that she could find to use against him?
If Evie's looking through John's surface thoughts, she would feel his determination in defeating her. It was the sole thing he focused on, pushing the pain she was causing to the back of his head. Also utter contempt for psychic-based powers.
Her voice would sound in his head, not aloud. Don't lie to me. I won't get any better if you lie to me.
She couldn't keep it up. Her body was quivering. Her chains disappeared, seeming to just fall out of existence, and she took a deep breathe, her body heaving.
She made a noise of pain and curled even tighter into her ball. Fuck, that hurt.