Elodie Has Returned

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  "Really? Toni Spark? Is that the best you could come up with?" Elodie questioned, raising an eyebrow though it was impossible to see due to her mask. That was one of the problems with wearing a mask that covered the top portion of your face. You missed most of her expressions, the ones that spoke volumes without her uttering a single sound. Mostly you could see perhaps a slight flaring of the nose and then of course her mouth. Smirking, smiling, pouting, pressed together in a thin line due to anger. You know, the typical things.

Good thing she still had body language on her side, oozing annoyance in her stance as Speedy went on about his punching glove arrows. "Oh yeah, real family friendly. Until the bruises show up, of course." Elodie pointed out. Sure, that was something that will happen when this life drags you down into it, but that didn't mean that it hurt less.

And then came the headbutt.

And unfortunately for her, Speedys reflexes were fast. Stupid Speedy! You and your quick reflexes! Bet you thought I would go for a pun but nope! Elodie thought, glad that at least he was faltering to get stable steps. She then glanced at Ian, who gave out an indignant hey and stepped towards her. "You may not be at the same level of stupid he is, but take one more step and you're gonna be there." Elodie warned, looking him up and down then back at Speedy. "Let me guess, hes one of yours? " Elodie asked, both eyebrows raising when she heard that the other guys name was Deimos. And that they were going to try and take her to the Big House.

Ha, like that will ever happen.

"I'm sorry, but how many times has it been that the Titans had tried to capture me? And how many times has it worked?" Elodie questioned, with a side item of sass as the electrical arcs did their work. Elodie smirked as she heard a metallic cling, her wrist free from those horrid handcuffs. She rubbed her wrists, knowing that she'll have to deal with whatever injuries she may of gotten from electrocuting the handcuffs later.

And thats when she made a break for it, running to get out of there. Until, that is, a voice called her back. And reminded her that she was, in fact, forgetting something. The spear! Elodie thought, twirling around to face Deimos.

And Oh. My. God.

He was twirling the spear like a baton.

He was twirling the  Spear of Destiny like a blood baton!

"Put the spear down, now!" Elodie ordered, moving back towards them, but slowly. Slow and alert. I need that spear. Wait, rephrase that: I need the spear tip. Thats all I need. Elodie thought, eyes flicking from Ian and Speedy to the Spire tip. "Says the guy whos most likely a titan or titan wannabe who can't even put up a fight. No thats underwhelming." Elodie said, twitching whenever the tip of the lance got too close to the ground for comfort. "Put the spear down or else I swear I will send an electric current through your brain strong enough to make you lose bowel control. Now put it down!" Elodie ordered, little arcs of electricity shooting from one hand to another as she moved closer to them again.

"At least give the lance tip some respect. If my research is right, which it usually is 95% of the time, that right there is the spear tip that pierced Jesus. So seriously, put it down before you break it." She said, glaring at the two of them. "Seriously, who the hell treats a historical object like a baton? You're only proving how idiotic the Titans are."

[Kenni]

Spitting bubbles was getting old.

Speedy freed his face from the unfortunate puddlanding spot he found himself drowning in, while Elodie was distracted by Ian--
--ohey she'd come back!
The villainess was far from contained, but as long as she was still in the vicinity and needed what they had, there could be a chance for a counterattack.
Or maybe a trade-off..?
Whatever they tried, she was here for this totally important, sacred, naturally priceless artifact, and the ball was in their park.
Or. The spear was in--ermn--on, their side, or.

However that saying went.

He would've made some freeing retort about Deimos being his own man, if he wasn't fighting back tears from the pain of the shock.

Slowly, he reached for his disrupted by the archer's own flailing form moments earlier quiver, arrows splayed over the general area. Good; there were still a couple of Net Arrows at hand. He waited until he had inched a bit of a further distance from the conversing two, then aimed and fired one.
As soon as his arm stopped twitching.

"Excuse us for being uninformed; we came for the intrigue and the thrill of the chase; the surprise history lesson freebie was a bonus, thanks."
A bit longer.
He'd made his consciousness known again, and he still felt like a fried filet.
Fried, not grilled.
Insta-pain, not dragged out.

In other words, his body was recovering from the aches at an increasing pace. It wasn'the firstime Speedy and Elodie had crossed paths and not seen eye to eye, but rather than having built up any resistance, he'd simply learned to grit his teethrough the unpleasantry of being shocked and try to get up for round two faster than previously feasible.

"Under? Stay whelmed, 95%."
The sound of his own smug voice was a comfort to the archer.
Or would be.
As soon as his ears stopped ringing.

"Who're you planning on selling this treasure off to this time?"
Whether the ground-fastening wire-netting captured it's target and did it's work right or not, they still had the spear. Ian was definitely the faster of the two, being part snake and all, so it was good he had custody of it.  Speedy would commence with the questioning, giving his partner-in-crime-prevention time to either make a proper and much speedier break for it than his still-recovering self could manage or switch-off on the back-up status for the theft prevention mission in general.

He had another Net Arrow at the ready in case the first hadn't stuck her to the ground fast enough.

Where was electricity-user-frightening Titan back-up when you needed it?