[h2]Alice Marlowe[/h2]

[u]The Beach[/u]

The white-haired woman looked at her apparent captive, none too impressed. She'd already demonstrated at the start of the battle that her hair [i]was[/i] like a metal cable if it had to be and yet the attempt to stop it... was the same thing that had already failed, plus fire. Well, the fire could have been effective--there was certainly burning hair now--if she didn't have the ability to keep growing it. The parts that weren't on fire twisted around Irene, holding her in place, whilst one of the flaming offshoots turned back to light the cigarette Alice had fished from a pocket.

"Non-fatal injuries are an appropriate use of force to stop someone clearly out of their mind," she countered, then looked over at Radical X, "You might want to go back to the beach and see if that's finished yet. I'll call someone to pick this idiot up."

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