Volleyball!

"Where are you going?" Marina asked. SHe ran infront of him, trying to block him from leaving.

"To fix something." Malecai shrugged. Normally, he would hate using fragments. Who did this girl think she was? Malecai could take her easily, yet she dared step in front of him.

Marina folded her arms across her chest. She studied the boy up and down. Unfortunatly he wasn't a math problem. "Really, you?"

"Yes me. Out of my way!" Malecai tried to step around the girl.

Marina blocked him, "Don't be testy."

Malecai's nostrils flared. "I vowed never to touch a girl in a violent manner. You...You are pushing my buttons." He growled quietly. He couldn't build his way out of this one. His inside evilness only went so far. "One last chance, girl."

Marina narrowed her eyes, "Girl? well that sentance totally didn;t sound demining at all. How about, one last chance. Casue "girl" sounds alittle harsh, don't you think?"

"Would you rather me call you male?" Malec smiled sweetly for a brief moment, then made his face hard again. With his unoccupied left hand, he grabbed the girl by her arm and yanked her aside.

Ooc: I'm in the mood for a fight. *sips tea* What do you think, madam?

occ-WOOT WOOT yes siree I'm in
bic- Marina held in a cry. She looked at the boy, "Tough guy, eh?" She slapped the boy and smiled, "Butt face."

If looks could kill. Malecai glared at the girl after she had smacked him. Gods, she was so lucky that he had just turned in his agency badge. He grabbed the hand that she had slapped him with and twisted it, gently at first but quickly gaining force. "That's what they calm me, sweetheart." He grinned.

Marinagapshed in agony, "St-top." she said quietly. "G-get off me."

"That hurts, doesn't it?!" Malecai smiled in a sinister manner. He raised his right fist up and prepared to punch when---

Ooc-when??? I'm on the edge of my seat.
Bic- Marina dropped to her knees and pushed the boy, "You s-sick, twisted b-boy."

---Someone's fist connected with Malecai's jaw first, sending him to the ground out cold. The younger boy rubbed his knuckles. Instead of saying soemthing heroic he replied, "Godsdammit that hurt!" Then proceeded to hop around, clutching his fist to his chest.

Marina looked up and saw another boy. She tried not to laugh as she stood up. Marina dusted the sand off of her shorts and fixed her hair.

Trevor held out his hand that wasn't swollen and smiled painfully. "Hi. Trevor. Sorry, Malecai doesn't know when to stop." Malecai groaned from the ground, slowly regaining consciousness.

Marina scratched her wrist, " I see. I'm Marina"

"He's....had a difficult past." Trevor didn't feel like going into the whole "shared a brain and was possessed by some dead guy" story. It made him tired.

"Oh." Marina said softly. "I-Is he going to be okay?"

"Yep. He'll be just fine when he wakes up."
"What...? Where...Trevor?"
"See?" Trevor helped his brother up.

Marina smiled, "Good."

"I doubt that this weirdo remembers a thing!" Trevor said hopefully. Unfortunately, Malecai glared at him. "Rumor has it that volleyball players do not wear leg warmers. Is that true, brother?" Trevor paled. "Hm. I'll just leave you two to chat." With that, Trevor ran off into the distance like a majestic unicorn. "He will get into trouble one day." Malecai looked at the girl. "I do not believe we met. Hello."

"Um hi." Marina said to him. "I'm Marina Wildabee."

"Malecai Valasco, son of Athena." Malecai smiled warmly and held out a hand to shake.

Marina shook it, "Daughter of Iris."