Re: log: flash/felicity mission
Zombies with exploding heads sounded more gross than the liquid thing Reaper was doing to the scientist, like a bug in its shell. But crystal shattered and Felicity stepped back from the macabre head roll across the floor, and grinned bright-slashed scarlet at the pseudo-superhero in the suit.
"Were you going easy on me, Reaper?" She inspected both black-gloved hands as if admiring a manicure, "Because I didn't even crack nail-polish, let alone break a nail. But you can totally keep your gory zombie heads, that sounds like a mission due when I'm on vacation. Somewhere hot, and tropical and free from the undead."
She swept crystal away into a pile with her foot, and looked around at the wreckage of a home dedicated to extremely bad taste. "Are we done?"