As Adrian retreated, Lydia yelled at his retreating back, "Looks like Adrian's being too big a pussy to fight me." When he ignored her, she grew that much angrier, swinging a leg out to hook Josh, pulling him closer. "Willow, get your ass inside. Watch the sidekick matches, if it's not too much trouble for you. Try not to be terrified of anyone, or fall in love with anyone else."
"What is WRONG with you?" Josh asked, in a quiet, angry voice, heading inside.
Josh headed into the arena, angrily, shoving his hands in his pockets. There was a large group of sidekicks who immediately spotted him and waved him over. Josh brightened up again, having seen some sidekick friends of his who were in a lot of his classes. He headed over to them, taking a seat in the middle of them. “Hey, guys. How’s the matches going? I got here a little late.” He looked out into the arena.
“Mm. A little too busy standing and strutting up at the top,” one of the sidekick females accused, playfully. “Don’t know why you even bother with us little people. Acting like it was so hard to get up there… You used to be a number 5 ranked hero your FIRST semester, and then you act like you’re struggling through the sidekick ranks… acting like it was so tough…”
“Oh, come on, no need to take it so personally. I was chasing a bitch,” Josh studied the ones out in the arena. “Come on, Era, don’t hate me because I needed to move up slowly.” He flashed her a grin.
“I’m just saying, it felt stupid for you to be ten ranks below me when I knew you could have wrecked me in your sleep,” Era lifted her hands.
“Oh come on, you two, stop flirting. Hey, look, look over there.” One of the other sidekicks pointed off to the side of the arena.
Two sidekicks were fighting in the arena, coming to physical blows. Josh’s eyes looked right off of them to a boy who had a belt full of small bottles and a small object in his hand. He looked left and right. “No. Watch him.” Josh pointed at him.
“Who, that guy? He’s lame! He’s not even doing anything!” the sidekick in the stands protested.
“Shut up and watch him.” Josh glared at his friend, before looking back down at the arena.
The sidekick’s eyes skittered around the arena before dipping his object in one of the vials on his belt and he began to make great strokes through the air, creating something, painting almost onto the surface of the air. A final horizontal stroke, and he put the thing in his hand away, wrapping his hands around the gigantic hammer he’d created out of ink. He sent the nearest sidekick to him flying, and the ink dissolved as it made contact with the other, disappearing into the air. He whipped out his brush again and rapidly began painting a wavy line. He grabbed it and wrapped it around a girl sidekick who was fighting and it bound her up, constricting her to the ground.
“Oh shit, that’s cool,” Era proclaimed.
“That is tight as fuck,” the sidekick sitting next to Josh murmured. “How’d you know he was the one to watch?”
“I can tell. He’s not ‘being lame’, he’s being cunning and calculating. He’s plotting rather than diving in like an idiot, fists out.” Josh watched. “I’ve learned how to observe someone from my times in the arena, after all, my goal wasn’t to fight as hard as I could, but to slowly advance and match pace with Steelia-” one of the sidekicks made kissy noises. “-so I learned a thing or two about observing the competition. That guy’s going to win.”
Sure enough, the artist ended up emerging victorious, painting his way to victory. After the match, Josh and the group of sidekicks followed him out, laughing and joking about the powers of the artist. “Well, you’re going to have a hard time fighting THAT, aren’t you, Willow?” one of them mocked.
“Damn straight I am. That guy’s ink sinks into anything he paints. If he binds me or my plants up, it’s game over for them. I’ll have to think of how to keep him from touching me.”
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Lydia could explode with anger and she didn't even know why. She slid off the hood of the car and stormed off for home, nearly exploding with rage. If destroying the car hadn’t been too much work, she would have done it out of spite. Lydia, you're a fucking moron. she scolded herself. An absolute fucking idiot. She stopped at an outdoor bathroom along the way and in her rage, ended up breaking the sink off the wall and water poured from the pipes, soaking her clean through. Urghhh! Fuck! Fucking seriously! She left the bathroom and started walking home. I don’t even know why I’m picking fights when my powers are so dead.
It was a long walk home. Normally it would have been half as long, but she was considerably weaker. As she trudged up the driveway, she struggled out of her wet jacket, holding it in one arm, as she flung the door open. The TV was going and she wondered if Dillon was watching it. She looked at the TV first, it was some sports channel. She shut the door behind her, and then her eyes scanned across to see Thomas. He was sitting back on the couch, looking bored. He had a couple of the servants tied up, and he’d stacked them in front of him, and was using them as a footrest while he watched TV.
“What the fuck are YOU doing here?” Lydia demanded, angrily.
Thomas sat up, turning to look at her, a wicked grin spread across his face. “Well, if it isn’t Lydia! I was expecting to see dear Benjamin, but I’ll be damned if I haven’t come across something much better… Look at you.”
Lydia suddenly became self-conscious of her white tanktop, now soaked through from the fountain. When she was going to be home alone, it was okay… She pressed her jacket against her stomach. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”
“I already told you, I was here to see Benjamin…” He moved towards her, and Lydia ran past him, moving into the open room.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking but I will fucking kill you.” Lydia hissed. Thomas smirked a bit, before he suddenly was right in front of her, having used a super speed power. He grabbed her by the arm, switching to a strength ability - her strength ability, specifically- sending her flying across the room. She slammed down on her back, letting out a grunt.
“What’s this, Lydia? You seem unnaturally weak.” Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Why is that? I just used your own power against you and you just crumpled like a rag doll…” He started moving towards her and Lydia moved back, reaching for a vase. She flung it at him and he raised his arm, the vase shattering off it. He used advanced healing to seal the cut up. “So why are you so weak suddenly, Lydia? And why are you here?”
“I… I live here!” Lydia scowled. “I said, get out of here before I kill you, Thomas. I won’t say it again, I will rip you into pieces...”