Descent Into Madness=DONE

The day was cloudy. The windows did not radiate any natural light whatsoever, which grew a dull atmosphere. Being that Margaret was within the library that didn’t compensate much. It wasn’t that Margaret found books dull, but the quietness of the place was what really set the mood for her. She didn’t hate the silence, in fact the whole reason for her being there was because of its atmosphere. Any noise would actually make the pain held up in her brain much worse; even the sound of her own breath caused her major migraines.

She leaned her back against one of the many bookshelves in the clustered room and felt the different sized books press against her back. It was an odd feeling, but it was also one that went unnoticed to her. What little of her mind that still functioned correctly was focused on attempting to tame the wild fires that flowed through her mind. Margaret’s hand was clamped against her forehead almost like a suction cup it would hesitate to release itself. It was unbearable for her, it was perhaps the most pain she had ever experienced in her entire life at one time.

Flashes of memories she had shot through her mind. Every time she tried to fixate on one it rather escaped her or it was one she couldn’t even remember. With every passing memory her rage grew. Her head was flowing too much information, she couldn’t keep track. She felt lost. She slowly twitched her head around to see her surroundings and immediately panicked since she had no clue of where she was.

Margaret’s left hand constantly opened and closed into fist formation fidgeting as it acted. While her other hand released her tight grip on her forehead and began to crunch itself into fist formation as well, only this hand just kept squeezing with an addition of some crackling sound.

Margaret finally burst. She pushed herself away from the wall of novels she pinned herself to and raddled in between the two book covered aisles. She wailed against the two walls on either of her sides and descended into a state of madness. Her face was pitch red, her teeth were trying to clench, but they jittered far too much in order keep stable. Her eyes were forcibly shut with a large amount of water was attempting to seep out of the cracks of her eyes.

“MAKE IT STOP!!!” Margaret screeched in pain as she tried to get a hold of her head. She did not succeed and still she continued to bash and flail in the section she was in. Surprisingly she didn’t knock over any of the shelving units.

Miller was a bit disappointed by his failure to retrieve the book he had stolen from the church. He outran the officers sure, but within the entire ruckus the book must have slipped out from his pocket. This was not his preferable turn of events, but there wasn’t much he could truly complain about, he could always just search the library for the same book and if it wasn’t there he could always return to the church and perhaps come up with a better means of escaping next time. Why didn’t he search the library to begin with? Well he wasn’t certain that the book he was looking for would be there and to be honest he never thought of it until this day.

Miller casually strolled down the hall to the library, the route he took had the least amount of windows that he could configure in his head. He was quite worry free and he had a large grin on his face expressing his delight. Ever since his escape to this school he had only gradually became more and more joyous with his freedom. He loved the free range he had, although he was limited to the outdoors due to his pupil configuration. His paranoia had dropped significantly since he was within a well guarded safe haven that he was sure that he would never be found. He might have said differently in the past, but he has gotten more time to grow within the school community to learn that his safety was certain. His grades weren’t necessarily great, but he didn’t expect to have a career path since his giant blade arm was a hindering problem for the ordinary work place.

As Miller neared the library he began to hear the screeches of a person in pain, the voice sounded feminine and it gave off an impression of immense suffering. He cowardly shivered at the thought of what could be potentially wrong with this person so he twist his body away from the entrance to the next room. Something in his brain snapped though as he tried to walk away. He sighed heavily and turned back toward the library to aid the person in trouble. He couldn’t even imagine the possibility of him ignoring this situation, he was almost hardwired to protect even though his feeble strength and meek personality made him almost useless for such a task.

Miller burst through the door and scanned the many shelves and aisles for whoever it was in distress. “I’m coming!” he announced as he swiftly shifted from aisle to aisle. He finally came upon a bald woman stressfully cradling herself on the floor. It looked as though her head was the source of her pain, but Miller saw no one else in the immediate area so she was not struck by anyone. If it was not that then Miller was going to be less than useless in this kind of situation because so far he had been failing almost every science class he was involved with. This also meant he couldn’t really identify what was wrong with her either.

Miller approached her and sunk down to her level. “Uh, don’t worry I’m here to help.”

Margaret

Margaret lifted her head to the sound of another person’s voice. Perhaps this meant she was finally saved by her torment, but that was wishful thinking since it didn’t really matter who it was she wouldn’t have felt any less relief. Something in her body forcibly made her jump back, but since she was in more of a squat position this did not cause to hop too far back. She gazed into the dark holes that were the eyes belonging to the man who had approached her. Her body trembled once she had identified the figure as the creation of her own father’s design.

Margaret’s mind went clear for a second and her mouth fell agape. The only thing that had begun to cross her mind was how her father was able to find her, let alone how the abomination got onto the school premises. Her knuckles twitched as she planted her fingers into the hard wood floor. She attempted to push her way away from the monster that loomed over her, but she didn’t have the strength capable for her escape. Her brain was still pounding on her, but her adrenaline started to overpower its strength upon her.

With increased movement she backed away from the beast more and more trying to clear some distance from it. There was an option to repel her potential opponent, but the fact it wielded a large blade on its left arm was not a comforting advantage over her two fists. Although her father did speak of it having a problem with something, she didn’t remember what it was just yet though. Whatever it was he probably would have fixed it before sending it out on a field test. “You can tell him to back off!” she commanded the other being “I’m never going back!”

Miller

Miller was off stricken by the reaction of the female in trouble. For some reason she was repelled by just his appearance. Yes he was aware of how he looked, but he had never truly met any one person who found him completely frightening. Perhaps this one was different? It just seemed odd since she seemed in peril before but now she refused the help of another. People were strange to him, but this seemed a bit off key.

Miller returned to a standing position and gazed oddly at the one who was retracting from him. He was shortly saddened by his appearance being judged but he was more so intrigued by the cowering woman. She spoke of things that made absolutely no sense to him and really it sounded more like the ravings of a lunatic than anything else. It was entirely possible that this person could be mentally unstable and Miller would know crazy when he saw it, he was half insane himself.

“Who? What are you talking about?” Miller asked as he began to approach the person, but kept a reasonable distance. He wasn’t entirely sure of what it is he was going to do with this person, but he was considering calling out for help because somebody else might have a much better idea of how to deal with this than he did.

Margaret

Margaret’s back collided with the end of a bookshelf which made her quit her backward movement. She leaned against the towering shelf and pushed herself up with her legs using the wooden structure to regain her footing before the thing opposite to her could come any closer. As she performed this act her eye began to twitch uncomfortably and she was clamping her quite heavily trying to bare the pain of her own thoughts. She was still trying to figure out a solution to the current problem that was raised.

Her mind was completely focused on trying to spot a weakness of the creature that threatened her. Its blade arm probably weighed down on it more than anything else would so the thing was probably unable to maneuver well. Then again neither would she considering the current situation, to survive this encounter she might have to endure the pains that her mind loomed over her. She clenched her fists and prepared herself to battle the demon. Margaret had a weak stance, but she tried to compensate by exerting her strength. She stood tall and shot a rage full glare. Her nose released large puffs of air and her brain pounded her after each one.

Margaret didn’t bother to speak again since the demon was only attempting to fool her with its blatant idiocy. She wasn’t going to let that thing gain initiative so she swung the first punch right at the jaw of the beast as it tried to approach her. She readied her other fist for a swift shot to the gut of the thing in case it decided to try and strike her again. No matter how much pain it put her through she was going to stand her ground until the bitter end.

Miller

Apparently Miller had come too close to the other person as she launched her fist straight at him. It came to him as a painful surprise because he did not expect her to do that. The woman nailed Miller right on the chin and caused him stumble backwards trying to get out of reach. He held the damaged part of his face in his hand. He heard a slight crackle noise originate from the damaged spot. That did not indicate anything pleasant as Miller learned that day because a ton of pain began to radiate from his jaw.

Miller gave off an even weaker stance than his now opponent, he did not wish to fight this person and what confused him more was that this person was considering the opposite of what he was. He had no clue what this woman’s problem was and some kind of hint would have been quite helpful to his current situation. He meekly slid away from his opponent trying to escape this battle before either one of them could be hurt any further, but he wasn’t sure if running away would just cause her to chase him. If she were to chase him that would not be good because it was still day out and once he runs out of corridors to hide in he’ll have nowhere else to go.

Miller chose a more defensive option and just folded his arms close to his body bracing himself for the next attack. He wasn’t going to let the other person harm him so instead he hardened his skin. He just hoped that if this person were to know any power that it wouldn’t be the ability to control water because so far that has been the only thing that has defeated him in this form. ‘What are you doing? We must fight back for continued survival’ a familiar voice reminded him inside his head. ‘She’s a maniac! I don’t have any hope of repelling her.’

Margaret

The being she fought shrunk down after her first blow. It appeared as though his skin changed from soft flesh to some strange sort of substance that looked as though it were some kind of rock, but she could really tell what it was. The thought of the creature’s abilities came into mind as though she had almost forgotten. She backed down a bit and performed a side step like motion to clear some distance from the beast. Whether or not it was hostile at the moment was not a factor in this confrontation because it could spring out of its defensive mode at any time.

Margaret remained cautious about the demon and did not release her offensive form. If the thing were to exit its current stance she wanted to be the one who strikes first. Her head was still aching but the distraction of the battle was enough for her to ignore the pain stored in her skull. She glared at the being that was the root of all her troubles though at the moment she didn’t have the processing power to realise this. Her mind was scattered with battle strategies and a mental map of the nearest escape route if things were to go south. With so little space for her mind she could barely handle the pressure weighing down on her.

With the project of her father’s still unwilling to move, Margaret was at a sort of deadlock with her nemesis. She refused to move until he did and the same vice versa, except Miller was just waiting for her to leave the confrontation. Suddenly the sound of two different voices entered her brain and the addition of those did not help her at all. She released one of her hands so that her palm could attempt to massage her forehead and ease the stinging pain the voices brought. Her knees weakened, but she at the least attempted to keep a strong footing. Once the voices had disappeared and she was granted a small amount of relief she realized something very important that could turn the tides of this fight to her advantage. Margaret had the ability to control this abomination.

Miller

The area around him was quiet; the woman did not make many sounds besides some moans and groans no doubt from the pain she was feeling before this mess had begun. She moved around him in his stationary formation but did not attempt to hit him. It was rather that she figured out his ability that quickly or she had already known of his capabilities. Either option did not serve him well. Once the woman was out of his sight range he legitimately feared for his life. He had no clue of what she was capable of and now he couldn’t even see what her next move would be. He could exit this mode of his, but he was too scared that she’d knock him out the minute he exited so he continued his defensive position.

Suddenly his armoured skin evaporated from his body revealing his more vulnerable fleshy skin. Miller nervously gazed at his hand and then shifted his eyes to the rest of his body to find that he was no longer protected. He instantly twisted his body to try and scope out his present enemy. He found the woman in a much more combat ready position than his own which was a strange and awkward sort of contorted stance. She fired an unhanded swing of her fist and it impacted against his oddly exposed side. Since he was configured in a strange way it was a much more damaging blow than it would have been otherwise.

Miller gawked for air after he had been hit in such a peculiar way. His body was already trembling before he was originally smashed so his body became unbalanced, but lucky for him his bladed arm was caught in one of the shelving units. He nearly fell face forward, but thanks to his arm and a couple of now ruined books he was safely stable on his feet. He spied over his shoulder to see any movement from his incredibly hostile opponent and saw her slowly approaching him. Miller’s attention snapped back to his arm as he was violently attempting to tug his weapon out from the shelving unit. The more time it spent jammed within the structure the more stressful he became and added onto that his arm moved more rapidly to free himself from the object. He couldn’t tell what it was she could be doing behind him and he did not like that feeling.

Margaret

It was strange that an allegedly trained assassin was so clumsy in battle and Margaret picked up on that fairly quickly. Once the thing had stuck its weapon into the shelf of a bookcase it began to struggle to pull itself out. She was a bit perplexed by this and coupled with the fact that it barely attempted to fight back she became suspicious. She quirked a brow as she crept closer and closer to the beast. It was clear that it was trying its hardest to free itself from the object its arm just so happened to stumble into.

Margaret wasn’t sure if she should continue her fight or just leave the thing be because by the looks of it this thing couldn’t hope to attack anyone let alone herself. But it did catch her curiosity, why would her father release this being if it was unable to fight. It didn’t make any sense to her when she tried to figure out her father’s motives behind this act. Perhaps then this was not her father’s doing, but instead by the creature’s own freewill. It could be possible that this thing escaped custody, but the real question was how? This being couldn’t even tied its own shoe laces or successfully flee a fight. Dumb luck was something she supposed.

Now that she knew this encounter had nothing to do with her father she calmed down a bit, although she still did not have any sense of compassion for this thing whatsoever. It was still his doing that ruined her. That may be unfair to state, but she didn’t care this demon was the whole reason she was what she was. “You can stop struggling, I’m not going to hit you again” she begrudging explained as she crossed her arms. Margaret still wanted to beat this thing until the point of exhaustion, but with her current state she figured that she probably shouldn’t. Her still throbbed wildly and in fact it began to feel a whole lot worse now than it did a little while earlier.

Miller

Miller’s left arm was still flailing as much as it could with the restricted amount of articulation he was given due to his current entrapment. The blade still wouldn’t budge, it would seem that his sword had penetrated into the books and shelf quite deeply. That and the large chunk of metal attached to his arm was incredibly heavy. There have been many times in which he had expressed that he hated the thing and this occurrence only amplified that hatred.

Miller closed his head into his chest as he heard the footsteps of his opponent become louder. He braced himself for the next blow and begun to chatter his teeth in fear. He felt nothing touch his skin and instead he heard the surrender given off by the woman who stood behind him. His head twitched back upright and he attempted to look over his shoulder to see the violence prone girl. She only stood in a regular stance and had no fists waiting to impale him. He wasn’t sure what had caused her sudden change in character, but he was relieved she had given up. The thought of this being a trick popped up in his mind, but why would she give her opponent time to escape from such a vulnerable position.

Miller released the tension in his body since his enemy granted a seize fire. “Why did you attack me in the first place?” He complained.

Lilly walked along one of the aisles between the shelves, looking for something to read. She was getting really annoyed with this now. Sure, she could speak English okay, but it's not like you get a proper education on the streets. Whenever she picked up one of the books, the letters made very little sense to her. She didn't understand what the purposes of half the letters even were.
Lilly wasn't sure why the teachers wanted her to get a book to read. She didn't understand why they didn't want her to read some Greek, which she could actually comprehend while it was written.
She knelt, pulling a light-weight book off the shelve and opening the old pages, before standing again.
Lilly paced along the aisle, trying to make sense of it. Suddenly, she stopped mid-step, one foot still raised.
Her ear twitched involuntarily. That sound was unmistakable. Metal through wood. She hurried over to a half-filled shelf and put the book down there.
Metal in a library couldn't be a good sign, especially as, now that she concentrated, she could sense someone's fear.
She tried to locate the sound. It wasn't hard, given that the library was basically open-plan, bar the shelves, and she started to hurry over.
It wasn't much of a surprise she hadn't heard anything else. She hadn't been in here for any longer than a few minutes, and it wasn't like she had been listening out very hard.
Lilly skidded to a halt a few shelves away, trying hard to be quiet. She didn't want to scare them further.
Lilly sprang around the book shelves, to see two students, a young man and woman. Her eyes grew round as she noticed the man's arm- no, blade, attached to his left wrist- stuck deeply into a book-shelf.
"Wow."
how would you even go about doing something like that?
Lilly cocked her head curiously for a second.
"Hi. Do you want me to help you with that..?"

Miller

Miller was completely focused on his attacker, waiting for some kind of explanation for her past actions, but they never came up. The emergence of another person had delayed his awaited answer, although he wasn’t sure if he should turn to face the other person due to his distrust of the violent woman. His head twist back to its rightful position so that he could divide his attention toward the other person. His line of vision had to be lowered quite a bit due to the drastic difference in the new person’s height.

She gave him the best offer he had been given all day, though that wasn’t saying much. This wasn’t even the first time he had someone else he didn’t know help him get his bladed arm out of something and he was quite sure it wasn’t going to be the last. “Some help would be nice” Miller said nervously. He leaned his body closer to the woman and continued with another sentence quietly. “This woman is trying to kill me” he whispered in a hushed and fearful tone. He added some subtle head nods pointing to point out the person in which he was speaking about even though it was quite obvious. It really didn’t matter how loud he spoke his old opponent would still be able to hear him.

“Uh, I recommend pulling from the forearm. Its lodged in there quite deeply so be wary of that” Miller explained as he pointed to where he recommended to tug from. “…Quickly…” he continued quietly.

Margaret

The demon wanted an answer for her strike on him. Margaret wasn’t going to provide him with an answer for many reasons, but the presence of another person got her out of attempting to make an excuse. She wished to help the beast for some reason, she wasn’t sure why. Margaret had begun to decide whether she should stay or leave since her head would benefit greatly from just leaving. But she heard through her mental link with the being that he was attempting to antagonize her and she was not going to tolerate that one bit. Sure she was the first to strike, but the creature was created for the sole purpose of killing and she didn’t know any better than to fight back.

Margaret approached the two, ignoring her drastic head pains. She wasn’t sure how exactly she should warn this person without carrying out the title of ‘antagonist’. She shot a glare to the disturbing being that stood next to her and then focused her eyes onto the woman requesting aid. “Look he’s stuck there for good reason, don’t release him” Margaret warned very seriously in tone. She hopped out of reaching distance from the thing once she had extended her warning to the other woman. Margaret knew this creature was no more than a bumbling idiot, but it was an idiot with a bladed arm. She had no clue how it would either reward herself or its saviour once it was released.

Lilly nodded and walked cautiously over to the guy with his blade stuck in the shelf, to avoid him suddenly slicing the rest of the book shelf or something. She stood to the left side of Miller, side on. She removed a few books from the area around the blade, dropping them on the floor, then, placing her hands on his forearm, near the base of the blade, she pulled outwards.
"Wow. How did you even get it that far in?" Lilly muttered.
She herself had gotten stuck in things a few times. Mostly trees. And doors. She knew it was ridiculously annoying, but at least she could just retract her claws carefully when that happened. This guy seemed to be practically helpless if his arm got stuck. In fact, if that blade wasn't quite so long or sharp, it might have been almost funny.
She pulled backwards quite hard, being careful not to hurt him.
As she pulled, she turned her head over her right shoulder to address the bald woman, noticing now how much shorter she was than the other two. She was about a foot shorter than the woman, at least, and about 2 shorter than the man.
Lilly hated being short, but she'd hate not being able to retract her claws, escape when she got them stuck, would be a lot worse.
"I have enough experience being...stuck in things to know that it's just plain annoying, and that reasoning doesn't matter."
Lilly turned back to the guy's arm.
Lilly felt the blade slide a little farther out, and only now did she wonder what might happen next.

Margaret

The woman refused her warning about not touching the creature, which made Margaret none too happy. This being that had plagued her life with misery was captivated, if only for a short while anyway, and the amount of compassion he got opposed to her was just sickening. Then again she didn’t make that much of a compelling argument against releasing the thing, it was mostly a hollow warning. ‘Damn it, how dare she shrug off my warning? Well then I suppose she’ll just need a reinforced statement from my foe’ she thought as she slowly backed away from the two. “I warned you…” she said under her breath.

Margaret placed herself at the exit of the current aisle the three were currently contained within for a quick getaway whenever it would be needed. Although with the tight clamp that was forcing down on her brain she felt that time was soon. She gazed at the creature watching as the girl tried to free the being. Right now she was focusing all her attention on figuring out how she could regain control of her father’s creation. ‘Okay, getting him to release from that defensive position of his was simple, but how do I move his limbs?’ This remembered power of hers was very difficult to control since so far she has only used it once. It took a lot of mental capacity to perform and that was something she unfortunately didn’t have enough of during this time.

Miller

Miller was glad to see that the little one had enough understanding to ignore the crazed woman’s warning. Why was she overly hateful towards him in the first place? All her actions toward him were most likely beyond his comprehension, but he still wanted answers. Was she somehow involved with his creation? Was she a bounty hunter working for one of the scientists? Either one did not seem likely due to her assumed age.

Once the small woman wrapped her hands around his forearm, he began to aid her by manually pulling his arm as well in attempt to escape his entrapment. “Trees are much worse for this” Miller comically replied. He could feel his blade shifting out of place which indicated his freedom was near. The now ruined books became looser, but they were still placed atop his blade and would probably slide off once his blade was out from its lodged place. Suddenly his left arm began to twitch without him commanding it to. He quirked a brow at this since it was quite odd, but didn’t think too much of it.

Finally the blade was out of its lodged place and he could freely move it again. Although his first movement was not that of his own will. His sword arm swung straight over the small girl’s head luckily she was not tall enough to be hit by it, but during his sweep all the books that were once on his arm were now falling downward. ‘What are you doing? Aim for the bald one she hurt us!’ ‘This is not my doing.’ His left arm was now square to his chest, he grabbed onto his left arm before it could unintentionally swing again.

(Just for reference, as Lils is British, her thinking is in British spelling. Otherwise American )

Lilly turned her head over her shoulder at the bald woman again.
Why is this girl so unwilling to let him get help?
"Well, if he is anything dangerous, I'm sure I can handle it."
She felt the guy's arm beginning to slide free, and she turned back.
Lilly grinned at the guy's remark.
"You're telling me?!" She shook her head. "Trees. The enemy of all those with blades in their limbs."
She thought of showing her claws for effect, but she was wearing her only decent boots and the ones on her hands would slice right through his arm, and that would rather defeat the humour if any of her claws were released.
Lilly felt the man's arm twitch wildly and tensed up. She looked at the shelf and did a quick mental estimate of what might happen if he was too uncontrolled. That blade could...
Yep. Just my luck.
She heard the scraping of metal against wood, and knew what was coming for her an instant before it happened.
As the huge blade-arm swung towards her, Lilly knew she was too short for the blade to hit her, but she instinctively ducked, almost into limbo pose.
"Easy!" She yelled as she straightened up again, seeing the guy's blade swing towards his chest to be held by his right arm. "What's that for?! It's not cool to attack someone after a save!"
Lilly jumped backwards in one powerful movement, trying to get out of range of that blade, landing in a defensive position. Irritation burned through her, and by the time she'd figured out what was about to happen, she couldn't stop it.
She tasted a bitter tang in her mouth and a sharp pain across the entirety of her forearms and the back of her hands. Her claws slid under the muscle quite visibly, and started to emerge through her knuckles.
Lilly didn't want a fight, but the way her claws reflexively emerged probably didn't help with that image.
Somehow it didn't seem right for this guy to attack her either. If he'd wanted to kill her, he could have easily had a better shot, and anyways, after being able to make a joke with such a bad situation, he clearly had a kind, cheerful streak.
Still, she wasn't going to just stand there if he aimed another shot at her.

Margaret

Margaret grew a devious smirk while she watched the development of her nasty plot. The woman had a more lethal power than she had originally planned, but that didn’t faze her too greatly. Although her pounding head gave her a warning that she should turn back now and probably rest. Naturally she ignored herself due to the fact she has waited many years to see the demise of this being. She wasn’t sure how she wanted to play this act out, she could have him killed quickly or she could put on a little show for her eyes only.

While her face expressed joy, her gut did not. As she thought nastily of the death of her nemesis she just felt like something was wrong with this act. The taste of revenge was sweet, but the digestion gave off a slim feeling of regret. She felt unsure if she was fitting enough to claim the life of another being. Then again this creature was an abomination, created to claim the lives of other who deserved a chance at life; she was doing the world a favour to remove him from it. Morality was always staring her straight in the face whenever she attempted anything, this time it wasn’t going to obstruct her path.

Margaret’s focus was limited by everything going on within her head, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to dictate the creature’s next move.

Miller

The blade on Miller’s arm was still vibrating erratically for some strange reason, he intensified his grip onto his left arm in attempt to halt its movements or at the least slow it down. He wasn’t sure how he could possibly explain his actions to the person that stood opposite to him since he didn’t have a clue as to why his arm acted that way either. During the time he wondered that he was also wondering why the bald woman had disappeared from the current confrontation. He didn’t bother to search for her since he had a much bigger problem presented to him.

Miller’s teeth began to chatter as he watched the small woman prepared herself for an upcoming brawl. Another fight was the last thing he wanted to experience on this day, or any day for that matter. His bladed arm must seem like a challenge to everyone he passes because he has been in more fights since his arrival to this school than he would like to admit. His mind was at maximum processing power as he tried to figure out a way to end this conflict before it could even start. With that he did the only thing he could possibly imagine would work. He carefully and gently lowered himself to a one knee kneeling position and raised both his arms over his head. His body was trembling with fear and his left arm was quite heavy so it sort of wobbled while in the air. “I surrender!” He cowardly expelled.

Of course he only kept this position for a sort while before Margaret’s mind control could set in. A second or two after he admitted defeat both his arms dropped immediately. His right hand dug into the library’s floor for added stability and his left arm swung towards the legs of his opponent in a sweeping motion. With how sharp the blade is on his arm it wouldn’t be an over assumption that it could cut cleanly through her legs (that is if her flesh and bones were unaltered). Miller went bug eyed as he watched his body perform tasks he did not command it to.

Lilly glanced around now, looking for the bald woman, but she wasn't there. That woman must be really smart, she figured, as she managed to manipulate her into this situation.
The black and white haired girl did NOT want a fight with this guy, and with a blade like that, would anyone?
Lilly did the only thing she thought she could in the situation. Braced herself for a huge weapon to go slicin- don't think about it, Lils. It'll just be worse when it happens.
She scrunched up her face, expecting the worst, and waited what felt like hours, until she realized the blow wasn't coming. She straightened up, taking a step forward, and her claws started to retract as the man surrendered.
Lilly wanted to laugh. Sure, she'd faced guys his size before, but never one with a huge blade sticking out his arm, and in his eyes, she must look like easy prey. This seemed so wrong- this guy was about 1.3 times her height and her claws were a lot shorter proportionally than his blade.
(I assume it's about as long as his forearm)
Also, if that blade could ruin a bookshelf as badly as that, Lilly thought, as she glanced over at the ruined bookshelf, she didn't think her bone-claws stood much of a chance.
She tilted her head to one side, in a way reminiscent of a wolf, as she wondered why he would want to surrender after attacking her so pointlessly.
The man's arms fell to the floor. She didn't sense what was about to happen as his right palm made contact with the floor, and she tried to side-step, ninja-style, avoid the blow, but she was too late when she realized. She manged to avoid the brunt of the attack, but the blade still sliced clean through the front of her left leg, and nicked her right leg.
Lilly noticed his eyes grow wide, but that compared to blood flowing everywhere, didn't seem like too big a deal.
The world seemed to grow pale. Sometimes super-senses were just a pain.
(Oh goodness, that was a terrible pun, sorry)
She tried to stay standing, but her leg buckled underneath her and she was kneeling awkwardly in an instant.
"Dude! You just surrendered!" She screamed, her voice uneven and pained. "The whole point of Surrendering is that you give up and no-one attacks! It is NOT so that you can just whack your blade through their leg!"
She was speaking in Greek without a thought.
Lilly tried to twist around, moving her better leg into position for some extreme slashing as her arms were now out of reach, and unsheathed her claws, except when she looked down, she saw that they were broken.
She took deep breaths, trying not to fall unconscious. She knew she could heal this off in a few minutes, maybe as short as 20 or so, if she was lucky, but this pain was unbearable, and she didn't have a clue what this guy was trying to do now. Lilly wanted to verbally abuse him, but all that was coming out was heavy breathing, which sounded like growling, and rather rushed Greek.
She tied to reach for her weapon-of-choice, but she couldn't bend far enough given all the damage on her legs right now.
Drat.
"Why did you..?" She gestured down at her already visibly healing leg. "Why..?"

Margaret

Her joyful grimace left quite quickly after she heard the wails of the creature’s opponent. The woman was now fallen over with the beast now at full advantage. Margaret did not wish harm to come onto her and now she could potentially die from shock or blood loss. If that idiot wouldn’t have performed that surrendering action she could have easily dodged its attack. True it was her fault that the thing swung the blade at her, but she was never going to take responsibility for that monster’s acts.

Margaret couldn’t stand along the sidelines any longer that person was in serious danger now. Why did it have to be an inexperienced fighter that found them? She assumed this person would be at least half decent due to her ability, but perhaps that was her blunder. She sprinted as fast as she could toward the scene that was going on. Her head refuted her from doing any physical activity that didn’t involve her own escape, but she ignored the pain of her pulsating head. The thing was still leaned against the ground so now was the perfect opportunity to take him out. She rammed at the side of the monster and moved him out of her way.

The wounds on the woman did not look all too promising and it looked a whole lot worse than she could have originally imagined them to be. She slicked her bald head with her right hand as she tried to figure out what it is she could do. Nothing came to her, her only other power was invisibility, but right now that was more than useless. “Right now is not the time I should say I told you so, but you should have killed him while you had the chance” she outburst without much reasoning behind why she would say that now. All she could do was gaze at the wound because she had fairly little knowledge on anything medical. The only thing she did know was how not to cure cancer.

Miller

Miller pulled back his blade after its swing was finished. The first thing he could notice was the blood that decorated his sword. If his eyes could open any wider they would, his mouth went agape to match as he was in complete shock toward what he had done. He’s been in many fights, but not once did he make his opponent shed blood. He did not want to look at the damage he had done to the small woman by the sounds she made he could already place a horrid image of it within his head. His breathing became heavy and his pure black eyes began to water “I’m so sorry…” he spoke as sincerely as he could even though no words could really justify what he had done.

Suddenly his body was flung to the side and his body impacted against the bookshelf that was once his holding place. Miller’s left side slammed against that towering shelf and that caused it to rock a bit, but it did not fall over just yet. The books in the above shelves were at the point in which they were about to fall off, but they weren’t going to just yet. He was unfazed by this action as he was still in shock over what he had just done. ‘The bald one is back! Attack her’ ‘Enough out of you! I told you that you were not allowed to take possession of my body!’ ‘We did nothing of the sort! The small one is not an enemy why would we make her one?’

Lilly didn't have any tolerance left. She glared at the bald woman.
"Killing can never be tolerated." It came out as almost a growl. "Murderers are the lowest of the low, and I am NOT going down to that level."
Lilly hated orders anyway. If they wanted a job done around her- don't order Lilly.
However, the way the woman had said that caught her attention. It was almost like she genuinely believed he was such a piece of scum he deserved death.
"In my day, if people wanted someone dead, they did it themselves, inst-..." Lilly shook her head. She had no idea where that came from, or where it had been going. She felt like something was buzzing just behind her eyes just then, something she should remember.
She looked back at her leg, and saw the blood already beginning to stop. At least neither of them knew about her other powers yet. Just the claws.
Lilly looked up to see a look of horror on the guy's face. She wasn't sure what to think. Judging by his face, he clearly was sorry.
She took a deep breath, trying not to black out, and gasped as she saw the guy moving side-ways.
"Woah, blade guy!" She cried. "Guy! Hurting yourself won't help show apologies!"
Sure, she was angry at the guy, but she knew what she said was correct.
"I'll be okay, honest, just it hurt like crazy. You don't have to...What the heck are you doing?"
The guy hit the shelf and the books rattled audibly. Some of the ones near the top looked ready to fall off.