Who: Mazikeen and Constantine Where: Outside in town When: Saturday What: Fighting snowmen Status: Closed; Completed Gdoc Rating: Lowish
While the snow had been an annoyance at best, Mazikeen was not opposed to the villainous snowmen that were a byproduct of the snowstorm. They made no secret of their love to pelt people and homes with snowballs and, in general, be antagonistic and violent whether provoked or not. The demon did not care; she was looking forward to the fight even if she wasn’t exactly idly equipped to handle frozen enemies. Hey, she figured she could at least decapitate a few of them, if not take off a few limbs with a well-placed blade or kick.
Or she thought she could. Always overconfident, Mazikeen charged into a fight with the same flare, speed, agility, and power that all enemy challenges brought out of her. Unfortunately, these enemies were hardly equivalent to other demons, Lucifer, or angels. They were on a level all their own and when Mazikeen lashed out, it was a doozy of a move.
The snowman might have been slow, awkward even, but a kick to the head did not yield the results Maze expected. Instead, her booted foot became entrap in its head and she stumbled, falling into the awaiting, open arms of the frozen being.
“Shit.”
The snowman clenched her tightly in its icy cold grip and Mazikeen struggled to breathe as icicles and frost formed on her winter coat.
The snow was a bit more than an annoyance as far as Constantine was concerned. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been stuck in a snowfall that bad. Except that the last snowfall he'd been in, it hadn't resulted in violent snowmen. Ones that liked to fight. That liked to ruin peoples homes and cars, it seemed.
He's out dealing with his own set of snowmen when he hears Mazikeen's voice. Last thing he expected was the demon to get herself into trouble. Shouldn't she have known better than that? No, wait, it was Maze. She always ran into things head first. He knew this. Far more than others did.
"Bloody hell, love, really?" He calls out before those eyes of his glow and his hands light on fire, a fireball aiming straight for the snowman that was clenching her tightly. "I'd let go of her if I were you, you bloody wanker!"
Mazikeen was reckless and she never turned down a chance to fight...especially in a backwards, boring ass place like Madison Valley. Of course now, with her booted foot stuck, she was kind of wishing she’d thought things through just a little more before diving in. Probably should have found a blow torch, definitely a blow torch the demon chided herself as she struggled in the icy grip. Mazikeen hated cold and being this up close and personal with it? Definitely solidified that hate.
Thankfully, Constantine happened to find her and save her ass...while roasting the snowman’s. The fireball hit the snowman dead in the face, melting his head on contact and subsequently freeing Mazikeen from the freezing grip. She flopped in the snow, well aware of her less than graceful landing, but at the moment, she truly couldn’t careless. She scrambled up, features flooded with relief despite her next remark.
“I was handling the...wanker,” Mazikeen replied, brushing the snow from her body as quickly as she could.
"Sure you did, love."
There might have been a hint of amusement in the warlock's tone, even as he moves over to where Mazikeen had landed. He wasn't making a show of noticing how she'd flopped during that landing. Why would he? He does, however, give her a bit of a smile. Constantine shouldn't have been surprised that she was out here, alone.
"Maybe we should find you a better weapon. That won't get you caught up in their icy grip."
He's pretty sure that if they wanted they could find her something fire related. Since he seriously doubted that she needed any type of magic, much less any of his. Even for a short amount of time.
Mazikeen had always favored her knives, but in this instance, they were not going to get the job done. It would take more than a few stabs and slashes to decapitate these snowmen. It was frustrating, but unfortunately, it was the truth. Knives were great, but not for slaying snowmen.
“I don’t suppose you know any places with a sale on blow torches at this exact second,” Maze retorted. “Or an axe maybe.”
With enough force, that should be able to slice through some snow.
Knives would actually work, if they were set ablaze. Something that Constantine could do for her if she had her knives. He doesn't, however, know if she's got them or not. There was no telling who had what when it came to this place. He actually was a bit annoyed by these snowmen. His magic could be felt running through his veins and he's pretty sure that his girl could feel where he was at. One had to love magical bonds.
"We could always visit Neils Creek Guns & Ammo," he tells her with a bit of a smirk. "Or just go to Walmart." Even if that last bit was teasing, they probably had things that could be used, especially out in this little winter wonderland of idiots and assholes.
"Or, if you have your blades, I can turn them into blazing knives. So you can have a bit of fun."
Mazikeen never left her apartment without her blades. Well, unless she was going somewhere in which weaponry was not allowed. Even then, she wasn’t worried about being without them given her proficiency with nearly any form of weaponry that existed. Also, she just happened to be very resourceful in tight situations.
The mention of Walmart earned Constantine a snort and an eye roll. “As much as I would enjoy seeing you walk through the aisles, pushing a cart like an old lady, I have my blades.”
She flipped one out to show him just as a group of large, grumpy looking snowmen spotted them. Well, fuck.
She nodded towards the approaching group. “Looks like I’m getting my shot at some fun. Want to spot me a light?”
The Lilim might be giving a snort and an eye roll at the mention of Walmart, but he knew that they had some pretty spectacular weapons. Especially when it came to knives. Something that Constantine knew about rather well. "Who the bloody hell said I'd push a cart around, love?" Just the idea was amusing, even to him.
Seeing the group, his eyes narrow. That's just what they needed. A bunch of bloody idiot snowmen trying to take them out. Trying to take people out, in general. There's a few whispered words before Mazikeen's blades suddenly light up in flames. Almost like the flaming sword, if they were swords and not knives.
"Lets go have some fun."
Though rare, Mazikeen did allow someone to help her. John happened to be one of the few she would allow to give her some aid. He was an exception to most people in her life currently. In fact, Mazikeen would say she even felt grateful in a sense to have Constantine here. Outside of Trixie, he was the one she associated with the most from their world. Obviously, Lucifier wasn’t included given what she had experienced during her last trip home. Besides, he was too busy living the “apple pie life” with Chloe.
“I did because there is no way in hell I’m pushing it.” Mazikeen’s attention shifted to her blades, eyes filling with excitement as they burst into flame. Fuck yeah!
“Whoever slays the least snowmen has to buy the other drink.” Mazikeen took off, flashing a smile over her shoulder. Flipping through the air, she landed on stop of a snowman, knocking him to the ground and slicing off his head with the flaming blades.
John knew exactly how Mazikeen saw him. She'd made that perfectly clear when he'd first showed up in Madison Valley. He didn't mind being the only one that she trusted at her side. The one she thought she could call if she needed anything. Mazikeen held a special place in the magician's twisted little heart.
The statement has John laughing. He could cheat and flambay all of the snowmen in their path, but he'd give her a fair fight. He doesn't even pay attention to where she's gone off to, not in that moment, and merely heads off to deal with his own snowmen. It was weird to even think that this was their day. Fighting snowmen.