You kept fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans...

[deadly_belladonna]

Who: Weiss Schnee, Roman Torchwick, Blake Belladonna // OPEN After their fight and Blake's death.
What: Roman acquired power from Kefka and puts it to use on the cat that continued messing up his plans in their world.
When: January 27th
Where: Snowy Streets

WARNINGS: Angst, fighting, death, abduction, blood.


Phase 1:The Prelude
[This will be between Weiss and Blake, setting up the stage for Roman to find and attack]

Phase 2: The Battle
[This will be between Weiss, Roman and Blake. Knowing them, this is a pretty loud battle that might draw attention while Weiss will put out a call but disaster will end it. ]

Phase 3: The Aftermath of War
[There's blood everywhere and no sign of anyone but Blake's ribbon and Weiss' phone and silver hair piece laying in the snow. There's clearly the scars of battle on the buildings and around the area; a fatal battle. This is open to tag in to to speculate or have character reactions even if it's just a one comment reaction.]

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All prose means is I have to capitalize my sentences lbr

[whiteas]

The shower of snow made it nearly impossible for her to see for a few moments, long enough that by the time she'd managed to get a decent view of where he was again that he was already behind her. Weiss dropped Myrtenaster then, reaching up with both hands to try to push the cane away from her throat before he cut off her air or the bloodflow to her brain or whatever he was trying to do now, but give her position, it was nearly impossible. She wouldn't go down without a fight even if it was.. less graceful than she would've preferred. At this point, she was a little more concerned with not getting killed and instead doing damage to Torchwick instead of ensuring that she maintained the grace of a pretty little princess. She wasn't even sure how much damage it would do, but Weiss put both of her hands on the cane and tried to use it as leverage to swing her head back, hoping to at least clip Torchwick in the throat or chin with her hair piece. Maybe it would give her a chance to put some distance between them. And if not.. well, she could tell she wasn't going to last more than a few more seconds with his cane pressed so tightly against her throat.