4th Bite // [Spam]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Ice cold fury lurked in the laundromat. Trapped in a small ring of dust barely a few paces across. It didn't leave him much room to maneuver. The last time he'd dealt with Stiles, he'd put up the act of being out of control. But not this time. He was the perfect picture of control. Sure, he'd been surprised by the barrier. But he wasn't what Stiles had seen down in Zero.

He spent his time calmly testing the limits of the barrier. Pushing against it, creating those brilliant streaks of blue as the barrier reacted. Crouching down, trying to break the line of dust by any means. But it wouldn't budge.

Anyone who came down to see the truly trapped vampire would find him black-eyed and fanged. Paler than usual. Either standing at the center of the circle, waiting for them. Or idly dragging his claws against the barrier. ]

((ooc: Totally open, but final rights of defeat/removal go to Zane, at the player's request.))

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[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Zane wasn't the only one toying here. Jerry had started to see what the guy was doing. Maybe not the how behind it, but movement like that didn't go unnoticed. Nor did that force. Each blow hurt like hell. Like a bullet to the chest. But he hardly seemed to react. He was focused testing the limits of Zane's apparent speed. Had he been at full power, he might have been able to do more. But he was working with what he had.

The blows may not have outright broken bones, he was made of heartier stuff than a human. But they were still wearing him down. Tiny fractures that should have healed instantly but remained. Soft tissue damage. He wasn't backing down. But one particular blow sent him back a little further than anticipated. But before he could strike again, those coins flew at him.

He hit the wall, looking down at what had pinned him. He plucked out a coin that and embedded in his chest with clawed fingers. Holding it up for a moment before letting it fall to the floor. ]

You think this can hold me?

[godsays]

[ An Allomancer can't push on metals embedded in the flesh. But ones that aren't, on the other hand, are perfectly fair game.

Which is why, as soon as the coin leaves Jerry's flesh, it snaps back against him. The force of the Push is strong; Zane is bracing himself with one Push against the machines behind him, and using that force on the coins ahead of him. ]

I think if you're smart you'll stop fighting.

[ Zane levitates into the air, slowly, positioning himself exactly between the coins and the machines, meaning that the Push on those coins becomes more and more direct, heavier and heavier. Jerry won't appreciate the fineness of control that this demonstrates; Zane's best power is Steelpushing, and he's capable of more control and finesse in this area than any other Mistborn there is. ]

You can't win this.

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ The levitation was new. Not something he'd seen, here on the ship or elsewhere. But whatever magic Zane possessed that allowed him to do such things. It had to have limits. And Jerry intended to find out what they were. ]

Can't I.

[ He started pushing harder against the force that held him back. Applying a great deal more strength than he had before. Pulling away the coins where he could. The levitating idiot wouldn't be able to work his magic if he could no longer draw breath. ]

[godsays]

[ Zane is braced securely, and the only way to overwhelm the force he can summon while anchored is to make it so he can't push on the coins anymore. Plucking it isn't likely to work.

Pushing until the coins dig into his flesh and Zane loses his grip - that might have a chance. ]

[punched_hitler]

[Steve's not wearing his uniform - no time to change, and what's the point, he's fought often enough in street clothes - but he's got his shield on his arm as he gets to the laundromat a minute or two later to see what's going on.

It looks like Zane's winning - Vin showed him that particular trick with the coins, on his first day here, and it was impressive - but he knows that could change in an instant. He doesn't want to distract Zane, though, because at least he's got the guy pinned, so he steps in and doesn't make a move just yet - but he's poised to spring if Jerry even looks like he's going to get free.]

Looks like you two are having fun.

[He's giving Jerry the once-over, trying to see how much of a threat he looks like on the outside, at least. And then, to Zane:] Where do you want me, pal?

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Had he been at full power, his speed and strength could have done away with those infernal coins. He would have ripped Zane's throat out and been done with this mess already. But he couldn't pull them away fast enough. Giving up the struggle to remove them, he planted both hands on the wall, trying to overpower them with sheer force alone. Fixated on Zane. ]

You can't hold me here forever!

[ His gaze snapped to Steve at the man's arrival. Giving the soldier a similar once-over. Only he looked more like he was selecting where he'd sink his teeth in first. An unnatural sound emitted from his throat as his fury and struggle started to contort the human-looking features of his face. Somewhere between a high-pitched growl and a guttural hiss. His mouth stretching unnaturally, far more teeth than should have fit into his mouth visible. ]