[Evil Tink]

Cecil snarled, dragging his knife along her belly and upwards to her shoulder. Serus winced, but other than than, gave no indication of pain; after all, she can block her own pain receptors as well. She had not noticed Seth came to, but did notice there was a chair there. "Sorry Felix! Heads up!"

Now this next sight was something to see! A little petite woman hefting up this large, 6ft man into the air by his shoulders, swinging him in an arc and throwing him down onto the chair. The chair, of course, shattered, sending splinters just about everywhere. Serus jumped onto Cecil's back, pulling a dagger from a hidden sheathe on her thigh and putting it in his back, twisting it in his spine.

Cecil howled, writhing underneath her, "Get off me you tramp!" His power flared again, kicking her off his back and into the ceiling. Serus fell tot he ground, landing of course, on her face. She did not expect him to have that much power left over by now.

She coughed, standing up as she pulled out a leg from the chair from her stomach, "You've ruined my favorite dress..." She glared clenching her fists. If Seth thought the hat incident was bad, he hadn't seen anything yet.