Wasting energy

CRASH

The cuprit of the noise stood from where she'd been thrown against the wall, dusting herself as though she hadn't just made a dent in the wall. Ah, the joys of having almost metal skin. She turned her greeny-blue eyes on the offender, and smirked at him. "Well, that was subtle." she remarked sarcastically, reaching a hand down to her cd player to turn the sound up on it.

The thrower was an extremely scrawny boy, with super strength. An ironic mix, but all the same, Fallon didn't care. The biggest issue was Mr. Superstrength had friends. Mr. Sevenarms, and Mr. Speedy. Who knew what their real names were? She didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that Mr.Speedy moved too fast, Mr.Superstrength liked throwing things, and Mr. Sevenarms liked catching things. Her dark purple hoodie, and dark stained jeans were both faded with dust, saything that she'd been thrown against dusty things for a while. She was starting to get tired of it. Ah well. She hated people who yelled in her brother's ear, just because they could. She'd waited until they were out of sight of Topher, then she'd hit Mr. Superstrength over the head with a metal pole. Not surprisingly, it hadn't done much.

She moved her hand, and a broken desk, thankfull with metal legs, made a very nice thing for Mr. Speedy to run headlong into. It sent the short kid clattering to the floor. She smirked again, still holding the table where it was. "See? What was much more subtle, and not half as noisey." she said sweetly, releasing the table to fall forward onto Mr. Speedy, not killing, merely squishing him. She held out both of her hands, and two of the legs broke off, flying to her hands. She grasped them, and the ends lengthened into nice looking weapons as she crouched, waiting for them to make their next move.

She smiled at the streak, since it was nice to have some help. She didn't have time to answer Percy's question, as Mr. Sevenarms decided to come after her. As fast as he moved, she moved faster. She jumped out of the way of the much taller boy, her two metal weapons splitting into three separated prongs. One prong wrapping around each of his wrists in the time it took for him to realize that she'd dodged him. Then, she released the weapons, and they immediately meshed together, solidly holding together in a handcuff like form. Sure Mr.Sevenarms had one free arm, but that wasn't going to do much for him.

She glanced back up at Percy, and smiled again, "Much better since you came along." she replied cheerfully, returning her glance to Mr. Sevenarms, wincing when she saw that one arm was enough to lift the table off of Mr. Speedy. Mr. Speedy took a bit to stand, but then he ran at Fallon at full speed, zipping as fast as he could. It sent her flying, in a rather spectacular display of physics. She hit the wall with a crash again, and she uttered a small 'uff' sound. But then she fell to her knees, and returned to her feet, barely phazed. She spread her arms in a challenging motion. "Come on, you've gotta do better than that." she got herself slammed into the wall, with his hand at her throat. Her eyes flashed in anger as he tried to cut off her air supply. She broke off another chairleg, which she managed to do without looking at it.

Mr.Sevenarms tried to grab it, but when he touched it, trying to grasp it, it became very sharp, slicing through his palm, and making him utter a yell, letting go, and staring as it started to bleed. The yell distracted Mr. Speedy enough that he loosened his grip enough for Fallon to inhale a much needed breath of air, and knee him very hard. Then Mr.Speedy's grip tightened again.

Fallon probably could have held her breath for a long time, but she was just as thankful when Percy throwing Mr. Superstrength through the wall distracted Mr.Speedy. When Mr. Speedy released Fallon, she quickly used her metal bar to handcuff his arms together, tightening the metal grip painfully. Mr.Speedy let out a wimpy yelp of pain. Fallon took that as the chance she needed, elbowing the boy in the chest, sending him tumbling onto the floor, where the metal that was holding his wrists separated, (Without releasing him) and wrapped around his ankles.

She heard pattering feet, and looked up to see a retreating Mr. Sevenarms. Apparently, he had decided that fighting with one hand wasn't worth it. She shrugged. That meant only Mr. Superstrength was left. She went to the hole in the wall, and looked in, hesitating. She knew how fast her 'rescuer' was moving, and she wondered if she'd just get in the way if she helped.

Fallon glanced at Percy, and smiled once more. "Yeah. I'll be fine..." she said, a little winded after being thrown against the wall several times. She left out the part about her getting a fairly substancial bruise on her back, since she wasn't, after all, invincible, it just took a little longer to hurt her. She was thinking that he was older than he looked, not only in his manner of speach, but also in the was he carried himself. He wasn't 14, even though he looked like it. So, she gave him the respect she figured that he deserved. But, just 'cause she respected him didn't meant that she had to tell him that she started the fight. "Well..They were picking on my brother, and I kind of got in the way." she explained, in an off hand way, as though she was giving the weather forcast. Her eyes were slowly returning to their regular light hearted state, declouding from their anger.

"So what's your name Miss?"

"I'm Fallon. What's your name?" she returned the question, but not in the way she'd talk to a peer. Not that she was all respectful, she just wasn't challenging.

Fallon shrugged. It wasn't a big deal for her. "I control metal, and I guess because of it, it's strenthened my skin. It takes three times as much effort to cut my skin as anyone elses." she explained, still much with the same approach of announcing the weather.

She shifted her weight. Three times as much. That's why she was going to have a pretty purple bruise on her back. She glanced up at Percy again. "Percy, huh?" she cocked her head to the side, observing him for a moment. "You're not as young as you look." she stated matter-of-factly. Yup. That was Fallon for you. She hated beating around the bush, so she didn't. Not that she expected him to spill out his life's story to her, but it was a statement that she was hoping that he at least confirmed her statement. Then she grinned. "By-the-way, I'd prefer it if you called me Fallon, not ma'am. It doesn't seem fitting for a 14-year-old." she smiled