Private Sometimes You Need Your Butt Kicked

DAlia got swept off her feet with the force of the explosion empowered kick and she went sprawling. Her head cracked against the ground and she saw white for a second. But she'd be fine. She was a Tor. But she couldn't give Andrasta a chance to follow up with another attack.

With a spark, Dalia shot along the ground away from her opponent and rolled on her back into an unbalanced standing position. She wobbled for a second and put her hands back up. And then she noticed Andrasta bleeding and her stomach leapt up into her chest with her lungs.

"Wait wait. Time out. Are you okay? Shit..." Her eyes, which had to this point been slowly turning red, shifted violently green - more green than they usually were anyway. "What the fuck are we doing here, Andrasta?"

Dalia huffed and kicked the dirt, snapping her bracelet into a spear and jamming it hard into the ground. "Right. It's just... I didn't just want to hit something. I wanted to hurt something. Someone."

"This is bullshit. I don't know why I threatened her - it was just the first thing that came to mind. And Orsick is treating me like I'm some kind of fuckin monster for it. Like he doesn't even know me or everything I've been through. Just passing judgement like everybody else." Her heartrate was already up, so it didn't take Dalia long as all to get herself riled up. She wasn't yelling, but she was raising her voice. Angry, clearly. Hurt, probably.

Dalia groaned and dragged her hands down her face, growling and clicking in a way that came really naturally to her - an almost vibration kind of sound originating from her chest. Spider noises.

"I know that I just - you guys know me. You know I wouldn't really tear her arm off and beat her to death with it or whatever I said." She really didn't remember explicitly. The whole thing had felt blurry and fast, and she had admittedly wondered what color Ida bled in the moment. But that wasn't unnatural for her, right? She was Malara's daughter, and she was a demon after all. Or whatever she was now.

"You know she's going to get her ass kicked if she doesn't stop, but she thinks that because it's illegal that no one will do it. She needs to realize that some people don't care about that stuff. And it's not like Juvie is the worst thing. We've both already been. It was good for me the last time..."

Dalia huffed and crossed her arms defiantly, staying quiet for a long time as she chewed over what Andrasta said. Her eyes fluctuated, red and then green and then back to normal - a subtler, brown-green that wasn't nearly as bright as they had been moments before.

"I just..." she finally said, clenching her fists tight against her arms. Every muscle was tense. Her hair ran wild with electricity through it. "I don't have to like her to want her to be better. I just don't hate her. If I hated her, I'd just wash my hands of her like I did Phaedra and Nasci."

"And I dunno... maybe I need to go back to the Islets. Anthema was fucked up, and now she's back in my head. She did a lot of bad things... things that I know about now and I mean- I dunno."

Dalia sighed and collapsed backward, sitting hard on the ground and resting her arms on her knees. She snorted though at 'gay baby jail.' She couldn't stay mad or serious with Andrasta being a dweeb, and she gestured for her friend to come closer. "Fighting done. Need affection."

Once they were settled, Dalia sighed and wrapped her arm around Andrasta in kind of a half hug. "The thing is, I think I could get in trouble if I talk about the stuff that she did. Because technically, I guess I did those things too. On the island, even. And I don't want to freak you out with the bad shit - it freaks me out even and I'm the toughest girl on the island."

Dalia almost smirked, looking sideways at Andrasta and waiting for the assumed challenge to her uncontested status.