Trials Part 2: The Secundo Boogaloo
Mara woke up with a start, jolting up, surprised to find herself in the same chair in Secundo's office that she had started in. She looked around, grounding herself after seeing that the Papa too was also in his usual seat. He had a small bit of smeared blood under his nose. And Mara found that she too could still feel the aftermath of the first few parts of the trials, her back and body still aching from chains no longer there.
She took a sip from her water bottle nearby, and clutched her pendant, focusing on her breathing. “With all due respect, sir, dick move.” She grumbled, though her spirit was oddly high, and she was flashing him a genuine smile. “But you're right: I'm out of practice, and definitely out of shape.” She gave a weak laugh, her lungs still hurting a bit, and continued to drink her water and regain herself. She gave a deep sigh, got up, and started to stretch herself. “So, what's next?”
(16 resolve) Mara flinched a little at the impact of the bottle to her head, a frustrated 'ow' escaping her. She shivered as the chemicals ran down her neck and back, but granted it was only windex, it didnt cause any chemical burning. She was thankful at that point she hadn't grabbed clorox, or something worse.
She stared up at Matty with a cocked brow (13 resolve) as he whispered his spell. She felt a little push in her head. (9 resolve) She winced with the first push, the awkard feeling of something prying in her head making her very uncomfortable. (1 resolve) As he continued on with his spell the pain became unbearable, causing a nauseating migraine. (19 resolve) Luckily, she didn't vomit, and the pain just as quickly disappated. "Dude, what the actual fuck are you doing??" She hissed. When he exclaimed about needing a memory, she snorted. "Smoke enough pot and you tend to lose it, I hear."
She kicked at him again, this time aiming for his groin. (16 strength) And while she may not be the most super strong person ever to exist, she was fairly certain even a kick that hard could, at the very least, choke him up for a short moment. While he was recovering from that hit, she booted at him again, square in the chest (19 strength). Now that had to hurt, and set the fucker back a bit.