Descent Into Madness=DONE

Margaret

It was typical for people who had no context for a situation to tell Margaret information about things she was already aware of. How dare this girl under mind her as though she was a criminal who didn’t know any better. That only angered her and considering the woman was still wounded that was not a good mood to put her in. Margaret held the most power within the room so peeving her off was not the most sensible idea. Coupled with the fact that she was fairly unstable made her all the more dangerous.

“Don’t patronise me! This is not murder this is justice!” Margaret shouted lividly in return. She shifted her head quickly toward the creature who outfitted a book shelf into a mess of a seating place. “This… Thing has plagued my life with torment and misery ever since it was first created! And yes I said created, not born! This creature is a danger to us all and soon enough my death will be partly its fault!” As she translated her thoughts into words her hatred for the creature only grew more and more. There was just something about her bitter words leaving her mouth that gave her an even stronger sense of remembrance.

Once her eyes met with the ones of that beast’s she just suddenly forgot about the other person. Her lower jaw shook with anxiety as she was reminded of everything this thing had unintentionally put her through. She just couldn’t stall any longer she just couldn’t stand to look at this creature anymore. “Get up!” She commanded the creature.

Miller

Miller’s shock did not disappear; he was still frightened by the sudden act he wasn’t even sure why he committed. He heard all that was being said around him, but his attention was elsewhere. He franticly tried to rub the blood stains off his bladed arm with his shirt so that he could at the least pretend the occurrence had never happened. It left a giant red blotch on his filthy green shirt, but at least his sword was blood free, mostly anyway.

His auditory senses did pick up on the bald woman’s words though. His head twitched over to the woman who loomed over him. He did nothing that she had said; in fact this was the first time they’ve ever met. How could she be saying that he ruined her life if he was never a part of it until now? Then she did mention that he was created instead of birthed, how did she know that? Miller focused on her face for a short while, he still didn’t recognise her, but her facial structure looked awfully familiar. It reminded him strangely of one of the scientists that had originally created him, but what did her being related to one of the scientists have to do with him?

Even though she was speaking about him she wasn’t really addressing her speech toward him. When it was over however she challenged him. He was suddenly reminded of when she said only a couple of minutes ago that she said she wouldn’t hit him again and finally got his answer of whether or not she was speaking truthfully. He refuted her command though and continued sitting down hoping that it mean he did not accept her invitation to brawl. Unfortunately this was not the case because his body stood up without his confirmation. Also unfortunate, his body was still with the bookcase when he began to rise. His head bumped into the plank of an above shelf which was enough force to cause all the books to plummet towards the ground. He knew immediately what this meant.

Miller threw his arm at the hairless woman pushing her out of his way and he dove over the body of the injured woman. He landed in an arch formation leaving plenty of space for the woman below without crushing her. His skin solidified so that the falling books would neither harm him nor unbalance him in a way that could further injure the small girl.

(You probably haven't seen death note, but Margaret sounds exactly like Light Yagami here.)

"I don't see him tryin' to kill you!" Lilly hissed. "And I prefer innocent until proven guilty, not the other way around, anyways. On top of that, who cares about how he started life?! I don't have a clue how I started, and that doesn't automatically give me a death sentence. He's alive now, and that has to mean somethin', no matter what he's done."
Lilly could tell winding her up probably wasn't a good idea, as she had no idea of the bald woman's power, and for all she knew she could make things explode, but, with a huge wound in her shin, thinking logically wasn't coming easily. Nor was pronouncing "g"s.
Lilly looked back down at her leg again. The bleeding had stopped, and it was already starting to scab over. Judging by the size, it should be somewhere around an hour for full healing, but standing on it should be achievable in another five or ten minutes, if I can hold out that long.
Her head snapped up as the woman barked a command. Why would she try and...?
"Great."
Lilly thought that the woman had somehow got the guy to do her bidding. It was a little suspicious that she had ordered him to get up, and that he had, especially as they both seemed to really detest each other. Well, the woman detested the guy; she wasn't so sure of the blade-guy's view, but it would stand to reason that he didn't think they were best buddies.
The guy's head connected with one of the shelves.
That's gotta hurt
The books rattled against their shelves precariously. That was a little worrying.
As the guy shoved the woman, Lilly mentally applauded him. She had had that coming.
When she realized what the guy was about to do, she also realized what was about to happen.
"Don't you DARE! You'll just hurt yourself! I can cope if a few books fall on me! I may be small, but I am DEFINITELY not helpless!"
The guy was arched over Lilly, seemingly unable to move, or at least unwilling to, so she rolled slightly onto one side, raising her hand, fingers spread as wide as she could, as high as she could before unsheathing its claws, attempting to soften the blow for the guy. She didn't even notice the pain over that in her legs. Her claws should slice through most of the books that fell, protecting both her and the blade guy from any fallen dictionaries, thesauruses or large novels.

Miller

Miller hoped that his actions were enough to save the small woman because he didn’t want to be the cause of another injury for her. He couldn’t really see what was happening due to the position he took before his skin hardened. Really his line of vision was limited to the ground facing him and there wasn’t much to look at there. He heard the woman’s exclamation which gave him a hint that she had no clue about his ability. He was nervous about the woman’s safety since she still had that gaping wound on her leg. He noticed a stray shard of paper lightly drop right in front of him which made him question what happened.

Miller’s skin reverted to its more flexible and vulnerable state. He gave a large push off the ground which was enough force to get him standing upright once again. He felt the pile of paper shrapnel slide off his back as he stood back onto his feet. His head twisted toward the woman as he scanned her leg for her injury. Apparently he didn’t do as much damage as he thought he did when he swung at her, but that still didn’t make sense of why she recovered so fast, really though that wasn’t his biggest concern to deal with right now. “I had you covered, that was a bit unnecessary” he commented quietly.

Margaret

“Stay out of this!” Margaret shouted to the apparent preacher who was laid on the ground. She was just becoming so sick of people telling her what was morally wrong or right, someone broke the moral code for her long ago. Morality meant nothing to her as of now, all that mattered was that she got what she felt was right. Although almost immediately after she the beast bashed her out of its way with its right arm. She was shot back quite a bit, but the reaction only amounted to a slight stumble of her feet. She kept her grip quite well and in turn she was back into a readied stance quickly.

The creature found that protecting the girl from a couple of falling books to be more important than their war. Books, what was he trying to prove something? This gesture meant nothing to her, he was obviously just trying to win her over for protection to save his own hide. The clawed woman stood up to save the creature from the books, which seemed pointless because once again they were just books. Although her spring into action meant that she made quite the recovery in impeccable timing. This could only mean trouble for Margaret, since the woman has fallen for the creature’s antagonizing ploy.

In a short amount of time the two were both back onto their feet and stood at the other end of the aisle from Margaret. At this rate she may never see the demise of her nemesis. She needed to remove at least one variable from this fight in order for her to succeed, but killing the clawed woman seemed a bit much. She attempted to send another command to her pawn, but it didn’t seem to work. Instead she felt something inside her head grow. It gave off the worst kind of pain imaginable and created an unsettling sting throughout her skull. She gripped the top of her head and clenched her teeth as hard as she could in an attempt to ease the pain. It did not work. She weakly backed away from the two trying her hardest not to release a screech in pain. ‘Damn it! The power must’ve amplified its growth!’

Lilly rolled back. Her left leg had seared up into pain for that one fairly simple movement, and she lifted it a little way off the floor to try to relieve some pain.
She started to swear viciously in Greek and looked around for a distraction.
She tried a grin, which appeared as a grimace, as she saw how effective her claws had been against all those books. It was a small victory, but still quite satisfying. She really hated being expected to read those books; seeing them shredded was amazing.
Lilly saw the guy get up off the floor.
She was slightly pleased to see the guy talking at a volume which didn't hurt her ears. Other people have no respect for super-senses.
"You had me covered? I thought you were doing gym." She responded to the guy's objection. Okay, so this guy slashes my leg open, then apparently falls under the influence of baldy there, and then decides to take a rather futile attempt at saving me from some books. What is going on? "I can fight my own battles. Don't do it for me." She sheathed her claws "Besides, who does the bridge to defend someone from books? It's a lot more fun to tear the books to pieces."
Lilly was curious to find the bald girl issuing orders.
"Stay out, huh?" She tried a look to copy a bad-attitude kid, which failed a little "Two things I hate. Those attempting murder and orders."
She got up off the floor, being careful to keep weight away from her left leg. It amazed her how quickly her better leg had healed to the point of being able to rest weight on it.
She took a heavily limping step towards the bald girl, thinking of giving her a...well, she didn't know what. Something suiting of the crime. Her left leg contacted the ground and the pain lifted it back up for her. More Greek swearing.
Lilly sighed, resigning herself to not doing anything, when she heard the woman's shout, and saw her face clearly reflecting some seriously painful feeling. Seems fate is already punishing her. The woman backed up a bit.
That pain must be really bad.
"What kind of power does that to a person?" Lilly muttered "Sure the claws hurt, but that...That's just...Hum.
"Bad." Understatement.

Margaret

Margaret’s mind was mostly a jumbled mess at the moment. She couldn’t even think straight, sections of her brain was in panic by this sudden development, others were trying to focus on the task at hand, and others were trying to calm herself down. It was almost like having three separate voices shouting inside your head at once. Add that to her skull being ready to burst and that makes a very dangerous and painful mixture. Now seemed like the best time to try and escape.

Margaret called upon her invisibility to rescue her from this situation. She tensed up her body as she attempted to focus on becoming transparent, but her focus was very much lacking so she flickered from existence for only a brief moment. She noticed her disguise from visible sight had failed so she was only left with running away, which was still something she would be unable to do. Her legs were still weak and her brain could just barely send it messages to move. The best she could do was a weakly backwards step and just hope that the clawed girl would back off.

“Stay away! Just… fight him!” She shouted as she made a motion with her hand toward the creature. Her eyes were squinted and she was basically doing a backwards crawl right about now trying to endure her punishment.

Miller

Miller sort of looked downward after the woman’s response to his comment. He at least tried to save her, so he saw it as a victory even though the other person might not. “Do as you please, I suppose” he meekly addressed her comment about fighting her own battles. He sort of kept a short distance away from her since he knew tensions were probably still high between the two of them. He still followed her however to supply her with back up if needed, even though he is truly worthless in this brawl.

Miller gazed at the bald woman as she tried to slither away with pure agony being shown across her countenance. He wished that he knew what was happening right about know because he was probably the most lost in this group. This battle was primarily about him, but he had no clue as to why it was going on. He just knew the bald one wanted him dead and the short one was on his side maybe. Really all he could do was just watch as this escalated.

‘The bald one is vulnerable, get her now!’ ‘But the other girl is already going after her? I don’t need to do anything…’ ‘No you idiot! She’s the one that is possessing us, kill her before she takes control again!’ Miller was conflicted mentally. The other voice made a valid argument, if she was able to control him then she was very dangerous indeed. Miller wasn’t sure if that was enough to justify murder though. He could not even imagine what she would be able to do with him if she was to let him live and given her violent nature that future seemed horrid.

When the bald girl made a gesture toward Miller he got that same feeling that he did before when he was last controlled by the woman. His legs began to move strangely until his body was forcibly being thrown toward the short woman which would no doubt knock her into a neighboring bookshelf if he was to hit her correctly.

Lilly was barely phased by Margaret's temporary invisibility. Sometimes super-senses were awesome. The sound of a heavy, scared heart-beat and the smell of fear alongside her natural scent located her pretty accurately.
The bald girl backed off. Lilly tried to corner her off, but remembered her wound before she placed her leg down.
"You ordering me? Seriously? In my day, kids respected their el..." She had no idea where that had come from, or where it was going. She growled audibly and loudly. This was just annoying. She kept almost remembering stuff, and then losing her train of thought. If I have to have memories, either just go away or come back quick. Don't just stay on the edge like that! "I hate orders."
Her fist rose steadily, and her claws slowly emerged out of her fingers. She's used this ability so much over the last few minutes, she was beginning to stop noticing the pain so much. Or maybe it was blade-guy's attack on her.
Lilly tried to reach out and slash baldy, but couldn't reach far enough without the threat of falling on her face, or having to put weight on her leg.
She sensed blade-guy behind her, keeping his distance. Normally, she'd see this as almost complimentary- respecting the length of her claws and her ability to rip things apart without seeing her as a tiny girl- but somehow it didn't seem that way to her now. It seemed almost patronizing, like he thought she was too high-strung or something.
Lilly would have told him to "act like proper back-up" but something else caught her eye first.
Lilly saw the girl gesture, and snapped into battle-mode. She actually concentrated on her senses now, allowing everything to reach her thought processing. She wasn't being caught off guard again. That gesture indicated a second threat somewhere behind her. It indicated a summoning, but there were only three sets of heart-beats, three people, in this part of the library.
The speed and volume of one of the pulses started to increase wildly, like it was scared, but it wasn't her own. It came from behind...
Again? Great.
Lilly jumped, straight up, turning in the air and landing way over to one side, in ninja-style, her left leg stretched out to the side, right curled under her. Her worse leg hit the ground pretty hard, despite getting the easier job between her legs, but this time she was letting the full force of the pain hit her. She made a noise like a wounded animal, but this was better than the other option had been. The pain made her eyes run, a rare occurrence, and her head hurt, but she was alive. To be honest, she was surprised she'd been strong enough, given the severity of her wounds, to make a move of that level of agility.
Blade-guy flew through the air, right past where she had been standing at remarkable speed.
Lilly now had no idea what was going on. What the heck is baldy's motive? And if she can turn all invisible, why doesn't she just use that for surprise, instead of trying to manipulate me? Lilly looked across to where blade-guy was, and mentally compared their sizes. If I was trying to pick him off, I would definitely not manipulate someone of my stature to do it for me.

Margaret

Respect your elders? She might not have completed her sentence in that way, but it seemed like she was going to. Was this person delusional or something? She was not really Margaret’s focus of this battle, but so far she has shown many different traits. Like how she was unable to avoid a swipe of a blade, but she could jump out of the way of a ramming person before he got the chance to charge at her. All she was certain about this person was that she hated orders and she was just an obstacle in her way of revenge.

“You hate orders huh? Well I hate many things but I don’t always get my way. How dare you command respect out of me when you have shown me nothing to be respectful about! Do with me what you may, but I already know you’ll never have the conscious to kill me! You don’t scare me, so step off your high horse!” Margaret lividly expressed with all seriousness. She spotted that the clawed woman was still having difficulties with her leg so her quick healing ability was not so fast. Her head still throbbed in intense stinging pains, but she still lifted herself off the ground.

Margaret regained her weak footing, but she could just barely stand. She clenched her fists tightly and readied them out in front of her. Her entire body was shivering in pain and weakness, she was just barely holding herself up as it was, but she knew all of what was coming. She would have to fight now or never fight again. She cracked her neck as her right eyes twitched trying to ignore her mental pain. Even though she felt awful she still felt good of herself she wore a crooked smirk as her teeth behind her lips shook in agony. She waited for the clawed girl to make her first move.

Miller

Miller’s body flung at the book case once again. It seemed as though even reincarnations of trees hated him. He broke all the shelves on the book holding unit and caused every book stationed there to fly around the room. The books didn’t fling too far, but they did make quite a distance. Not enough to reach any of the two girls however. He got a face full of paper and splinters of wood. He had no clue of what happened to the short lady that he was aimed at, but she wasn’t under him, as far as he knew anyway. He was not enjoying this day at all.

The bookcase he was unwillfully thrown into was completely pushed over causing a domino effect to carry out among the neighbouring shelves. He heard the loud thumping that carried throughout the library. That sound meant nothing but trouble. Miller weakly lifted his head from the catastrophe he was piled on top of he scanned the mess he had caused and shook his head in disapproval. This was a whole lot worse than his battle in the greenhouse, but at least this time he didn’t get a pair of cleavers stabbed through his hand.

The phrase "off your high horse" baffled her for a second, and she looked around, honestly expecting to see a huge stallion in the library somewhere. She didn't really understand that."I see no horse, particularly not under me! And I've done plenty of bad things, I..." I HATE amnesia!
"I try to only hate the things I can sort out on my own, without killing people." Which can be a little hard when you hate something like amnesia.
"And respect is not something you gain, it is something you lose, or I would have attacked you on first sight!"
Lilly saw the woman prepare for a fight.
Great. Lilly definitely didn't want a part in this fight. Not with a whopping great leg-wound. However, she stumbled forward a little, aiming for a reasonably defensive position, and stopped, raising her claws in such a way as to block any incoming attack as well as she could. If she wanted a chance, she'd have to stall the beginning for as long as she could manage, in the hopes that her wound might heal in time, and this seemed the most reasonable option.
Lilly heard, rather than saw, the second impact. Ouch. That's got to hurt.
It seems even dead trees hate those of us with blade-limbs Lilly thought as she saw the guy slam into the shelves again. No idiot would be stupid enough to believe that was voluntary.
She saw, through the corner of her eye, paper spray out everywhere, then heard a rhythmic noise, suspiciously like that of a falling tree hitting a standing tree.
Lilly didn't need to consider her next move. Firstly, blade-guy needed help, or at least appeared to, and secondly, running would buy time for her injuries. Running? Probably not a great idea, considering...
She jumped again, doing a clumsy flip backwards, in which she accidentally went a lot side-ways, towards her left, and managing to land next to Miller in ninja-style again, albeit slightly further away than she would have liked. She had no clue how she had pulled that off. She'd just been aiming for a normal jump, but she wasn't complaining.
[b"You okay?"[/b] Maybe she should've been a little more careful than this, considering the damage the guy could do, but she dragged her bad leg forwards towards the guy's head.
"I'm guessing you didn't do that voluntarily..." She jerked her head over towards the woman, with a questioning look on her face. She thought her meaning was pretty clear; Does she have something to do with this?

Margaret

Perhaps this woman was as old as she claimed to be because seemed to not understand the metaphor. That or she was returning with a pun, but the way she scanned the area around her suggested otherwise. The delusional theory was still strong though, she was still cutting off her own sentences. Where does this school find these asylum patient rejects? The clawed woman also gave a defensive which meant she was probably a more tactical fighter than she gave her credit for.

They were both probably going to be at a standstill because Margaret wasn’t going rush her and for some reason she seemed to want to avoid rushing her. Instead of fighting she retreated to go aid the creature since he was now injured, probably. Luckily for her she didn’t have to fight the woman. She eyed the exit from the library for a brief moment, but she knew that she would not make it far without passing out at the least. Also the two would be able to follow her very easily. She wasn’t going to let either of those happen.

Margaret slowly paced toward the knocked over book shelf still keeping her defensive stance. “You would never understand! You being so self-righteous! Do you think making decisions like this is easy? I don’t go around targeting people and killing them because I want to! This thing does not deserve to prosper over my misery! And when I die I can at least do it peacefully knowing this abomination no longer roams the Earth!” She spieled loudly. The entire reason she moved closer actually was because she had a hard time seeing Miller from there.

Miller

Miller’s head twisted toward his many times saviour after she asked if he was alright. His face had a couple of small splinter protruding outwards and some paper cuts to match. These were very minor injuries compared to that of the short woman, but collectively were not making him feel one hundred percent. He squinted a bit and looked at her leg for a moment to see the scar again. “I don’t know why you’re worried about me, you’re much worse off than I” Miller replied with a slight hint of confusion.

He lifted his body up a tad bit by jabbing his bladed arm into the bookcase. With his body now lifted a bit out of place from the indention he left on the shelving unit he looked behind him to see the bald woman. He smirked a bit trying to keep himself from laughing while he made sure his blade was completely stuck in the wood of the bookcase again. “I’m so exhausted though, I might not be able to move another step” he said trying out his acting chops. He gave the short woman a slight wink as he went to ly back down on his imprint. He could feel his bladed arm move wildly, but it was unable to jiggle its way out. He was so proud of his clever tactic because often times he wouldn’t have come up with it so quickly.

Lilly didn't like how close the bald woman came.
She lowered her weight, preparing to spring into offensive, and kept her eyes locked onto her, barely allowing herself to blink, in case she missed something.
Self righteous, huh? I call self-righteousness proclaiming yourself better than others, and if I'm doing that, she certainly is. All I'm saying is "don't kill him" and then she thinks she's so high and mighty over him she has the right to take a life, and then calls ME self-righteous!
"You sound like you should go to a loony-bin!
"No matter what he's done, if you kill a guy, you're still a murderer, or I'd just go vigilante and start killing off criminals! It's how it works. Murder is ALWAYS murder, and I'd prefer to die without killing than live with it!
"And, in case you hadn't noticed, only psychopaths can condone any killing, only people who are worse than the ones they seek out, as they are the only ones who profit from misery! I did not see him look happy or glad when he..." Lilly didn't want him to feel worse, or make a big deal of it, so she just glossed over that part. "He does not profit from misery, and he has a soul. I think that is reasoning enough not to kill him!" She pondered for a second.
"If either of you deserves to die, it is not him, for you seem to be enjoying the prospect of his death a little too much."
Lilly was quite surprised about how much she'd just said. She didn't normally talk this much, or, as baldy had said, as patronizingly.
She heard blade-guy speak under her.
"I'm not worried about myself because, like I said, I can fight my own battles. I am worried for you because you are getting death-threats from Mrs. Crazy over there.
"Plus, injuries just...They go quickly."
She looked down at her leg now, and quickly whipped her head back up to make sure she wasn't missing an attack. It was remarkable really. It was already almost completely scabbed over, yet her right leg had barely started. She should be able to put weight on it without so much pain now.
She heard rather than saw the blade contact with the wood.
"Er...that might not be a great idea, con..." If baldy can control him, though, if he's unable to move, that's a good play. However, in the long run it is an idiotic play. "Good tactics, bad strategy."
Despite her mixed views, the tactic did seem to be working. Lilly could here the blade jiggling around against the wood, and yet no enormous-metal-blade-arm was flying towards her face.
Small victory, but still good.
Lilly pulled her weight backwards a little, finding stronger purchases, which was pretty hard given she was resting on a collapsed book-shelf, and waited for any attempt at an attack.

Margaret

Margaret was tired of this person preaching to her about how murder is wrong. This concept was something that was implanted into her brain long before now and she was getting awfully repetitive about it. Perhaps she did seem completely out of line with this obsession, but her motives were justified and that was something she wouldn’t be able to explain to the other woman. Although some of her words caused Margaret to second guess herself. Was she truly mad at the creature or was it the man who created it? Her brain went to work on that.

It would seem that the beast had figured a way to keep himself stationary, which meant he probably figured out that she was controlling him somehow. She continued to wiggle his arm in an attempt to free that bladed arm of his so that she could resume what she came here to do. While she was within his mind already she began to search his memories, she became curious about something.

Margaret still kept her weakly stance and actually resorted to leaning against a nearby shelving unit so that she could continue to stand up. Her fists became looser and the grip on her feet went feeble. She felt as though the energy in her body was drained and that meant nothing promising. She had been delayed from victory for far too long. Her vision was blurry and unfocused; she could barely make out where her enemies stood. During this time more growth had taken place in her head in fact so much so that a subtle lump was forming on the top of her head. It was not really easy to spot from afar. The pain she felt was so overwhelming that she couldn’t even feel it anymore all she felt was numbness.

She pushed off the plank she rested on and stood as straightly as she could. “You’re right about one thing…” she apathetically shouted to the clawed woman.

Miller

Miller listened to the short woman’s speech as he laid there face down in a pile of wrecked books. By the sound of it she knew a lot about what she was talking about, but was protecting him all that worth it? Where was her great sense of nobility coming from and why did she believe in his words more than the bald ones? Well besides the fact that she wasn’t mentally stable in the least. He still felt his blade shifting around below him, the bald one must be quite insistent to be trying that still. Although the more it moved around the more wiggle space it got.

The short woman then questioned what he thought to be a very clever course of action. Her problems were definitely legitimate and once she negatively commented about his strategy he instantly realized what was wrong with it. “Well… it’s convenient enough for now…” he replied meekly. By the looks of it though the bald girl wasn’t going to be rushing over to that very position anytime soon so he thought it would be safe enough. Besides what was the worst she could do? She didn’t have any weapons besides Miller himself and he could repel her scrawny weak body if she tried to attack him, maybe.

His tactic was not as reliable as he once thought because sure enough she was able to unleash his blade from its wooden holding place. Soon afterward he felt his legs moving outside his will and within seconds he was on his feet once again. His countenance expressed his fear of what was going to happen next. His legs began to make a running motion as he charged out of his imprint. He was slightly confused when he passed by the short woman and he didn’t lose any momentum. Where was she moving him to? Miller turned his head back forward and noticed that he was running straight at the bald woman with his blade making a jabbing motion as he approached her.

Lilly noticed the bald woman leaning against the shelves. If she needs support just to stand, there's no possible way she'd be strong enough to attack from over here, is there? What was I thinking?!
She saw baldy's eyes go all fuzzy, and narrowed her eyes. She didn't know if this was some kind of bluff or not, and she concentrated for signs of lying, but none were coming.
Why does she have to be sick? Lilly tried to get herself to help, but had a little difficulty sympathizing for this psycho. Just before she was about to, baldy straightened up, and said something strangely ominous.
"I sure hope that's not just about my healing..." She muttered, before raising her voice a little, so the others would be able to hear. "Well, I'm glad you're seeing sense, then!" She probably isn't. There's no visible guilt on her face, but it'd be pretty hard to show any under that amount of pain.
By now, Lilly was more than a little concerned at the amount of space blade-guy had made for himself. It seemed like he was on the verge of getting out. If he's going to get out, it'll be pretty soon, that's for sure.
"Well, the difference between tactics and strategy...Tactics always looks better on the outside, with quicker pay off, but strategy sets you up for a long haul. On balance, I prefer strategy."
When she said it was bad strategy, blade-guy's presumed understanding of it wasn't quite what she had been meaning. Lilly had meant that, when this was over with, they'd have trouble getting him out to help, but baldy's persistence to get him out did seem like another issue, now she thought about it.
As she saw the blade-arm rise slowly out of it's large hole in the wood, she anticipated another attack, and jumped up, behind her, back in the direction of the bald woman, trying to avoid the attack.
On the plus side, she did succeed- but not because of her dodge.
She turned around, mouth opening as she saw what was about to happen. Lilly might have hated that woman, but she believed in what she had said- she wasn't going to late anyone die if she could help it. She leaped upwards, turning in mid-air and landing in a run about half a step in front of blade-guy.
She wasn't entirely sure how she'd managed that. It didn't matter, so she shrugged slightly as she hurried.
So far so good.
She compared their two physiques in her head. Tall, clearly quite strong, given he can hold up that blade, probably quite good on his feet, or he wouldn't have been able to achieve that stuff, even under possession of some form.
Short, fairly thin, could probably get knocked over if blade-guy so much as poked me, judging by his muscles, gaping wound in leg. She reminded herself that it probably wasn't quite so gaping by now.
It seemed she had only one, even slightly likely, physical advantage, and that fell in agility.
She finished this analysis two steps after she started, giving her about enough distance to do this; She suddenly flipped into a dive, ready to go Roley-poly, aiming to hit the bald woman in the leg, knock her over backwards, possibly bump her head, but ultimately help her dodge blade-guy through all of that. She just had to hope that either blade-guy wouldn't see her move coming, or bald woman wouldn't try and stop her somehow. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on now, so she just decided she'd do her best not to kill anyone and leave sides until later.

Margaret

Margaret braced herself for the man’s sword as he began to charge at her. Under her influence there was no way he’d be able to miss her, but she didn’t account for the other person in the room. She lightly closed her eyes as she did not want to see the repercussions of her actions. She waited for the feeling of the man’s blade to go right through her, no doubt being less painful than anything going on within her skull. She was momentarily robbed from her grand demise as she felt some sort of force hit her straight in the legs. Her legs were having a hard enough time keeping her up as it was, so the smallest of nicks could have sent her falling over backward.

Margaret’s eyes opened with alarmingly as she tried to figure out why she was falling back and her imminent death was delayed. It was the work of none other than the preacher with claws. She shook her head in grievance as this woman has been nothing but a large interference no matter what it was Margaret decided to do. Her back impacted with the ground heavily and with how weak she was now that did not help her in the slightest. Of course she also banged her head nastily even though it barely touched the ground, any amount of force would have felt horrid on her awful skull.

She expressed a large cringe as she reached for the back of her head to try and ease the pain.

Miller

Miller noticed how quickly the short woman ran to try and save the bald one. It seemed odd to him that she was risking her own safety to protect an enemy, but that was not to say Miller wouldn’t have done the same. Actually he had never came to a point in which he would have ever considered that so he was a tad bit uncertain if he would have done the same if he was in her position. He still did not have his own freewill, but he was trying his hardest to release himself from her mental shackles even though he didn’t quite know where he’d begin to considering this day was the first he encountered this phenomenon.

As the woman tripped the bald one Miller noticed that his path was directly leading to where the short woman had laid herself out. He still had no control over his feet so he was either going to trample over the woman or just trip over her legs following the same fate as the crazed one. With no doubt he tripped right over the small woman and went crashing down toward the bald one and with the way his blade was fixated the landing was not going to be pretty. He shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away because he could already predict how this was going to end. He wished that his blade would miss, but the sudden feeling of flesh surrounding his blade he knew quickly of what had happened.

Miller wept on the inside hoping that what he thought was untrue, but he wasn’t ready to open his eyes to see what kind of mess he made.

Margaret (again)

Margaret looked down at the blade jabbed into her torso. She knew this meant she only had a limited amount of time before her life could come to an end. She quickly directed her face toward her weapon of choice “you are no longer anyone’s tool, be free” she said as quickly as she could. During her search into the mind of her father’s creation she found that Miller and her shared one trait in the same, they both wanted to escape their pasts. This seemed like the logical step to take. She was the only one left to control him and considering she had taken all the notes from her father’s lab there would be none of her kind ever showing up again. She felt relief, his life would only prosper from her death and in that same sense her father’s would not.

Lilly was quite pleased with herself, at saving the woman's life, even if she detested her.
She pushed herself a little off the floor, very shortly after they landed, to make recovery from the impact easier for them both, and she rested there, panting.
It didn't take her long to realize that blade-guy was still coming at them, given his footsteps were still pounding the floor regularly.
Lilly wasn't sure quite what the best course of action would be now. Normally she'd just slice against the opponent's blade with her claws to disarm the other guy, but given how heavy that thing appeared to be, and the muscles behind it, and the way it was attached to him, she didn't think that would work.
Her next course of action would be to just attack the other guy wildly, but that seemed stupid given the damage that blade could do, and how much smaller she was than him.
She didn't have enough time to think of anything else, so she decided to let survival instincts take their course. She started to roll until blade-guy tripped over her.
Lilly stopped herself, lying on her side a small distance, of only a few inches, away, and tried to slow that blade with her hands. She pushed up as hard as she could really manage, considering her wounds. It achieved very little; just a small nick in the skin around her right thumb.
Great. This is just perfect. There is no plausible course of action that will save all our lives right now. Hang on...Did baldy want this to happen?
"When I said he didn't deserve to die, this wasn't what I meant! I did not mean you should commit suicide! Suicide is just murdering oneself, and murder is always wrong, no matter of the circumstances."
She felt she was probably coming of like some weird-o preacher's kid or something, but that didn't matter in her head.
Her eyes grew wide, and although she tried to look away, she couldn't.
Ewww! That really is gross.
She knew enough about wounds from her own recklessness, so she had a pretty good idea about the worst possible action if this woman was going to live.
"Do not even think of removing that blade. It's staunching the blood-flow, and if it is removed, she'll just die quicker."
She was a little surprised at the evenness of her voice now.
This probably won't work, but are my powers some way transferable? In the blood or something?
Lilly tried to shake the idea out of her head. Blood transfusions with people who don't have the same blood type? Great idea! They'd just have to take her to the nurse or something...

Miller could feel that his blade went completely through the bald girl, in fact he could feel the tip of his blade sink into the ground underneath the body. He disliked this feeling on his blade, but just as he went to remove it the short girl commanded him not to. It was bad enough that it had made its way into her body, but now he had to keep it there. He felt woozy and thought at many times he was going to upchuck. He thought it was useless to keep his blade in her body because really there was no possible way she was going to recover from this. Unless of course the short woman had healing abilities, but Miller still had his doubts.

The bald woman granted him freedom from her mental connection with him, but he had no clue why. One minute she wanted him dead and the next she was purposely trying to kill herself. He supposed she found the error of her ways, but he still didn’t quite understand. His emotion was sort of bland, he wasn’t sure what to feel about his fallen enemy and apparent freedom. He was glad that no one was able to take control over his mind anymore, but the bald girl’s way of showing him this wasn’t a way he preferred. Perhaps he just didn’t understand the meaning of this gesture, maybe if the girl would have explained something he could figure out how it is this was a convenience to him.

Miller turned his head away from the body with his eyes still forced shut. He peeked for a short second so that he could first determine where the location of the small woman was before he would begin to speak. His large cold eyes locked onto her and he expressed this sort of strange half frown. “I’m sure that won’t help much, she feels lifeless to me” he grimly retorted. Then again he might not be enough of an expert to really tell whether or not she was dead and he hadn’t really inspected the body let alone look at it. He was quite sure that a stab to the torso area would kill someone fairly quickly if not instantly.

“What should we do now?” Miller asked the small woman confusingly. He supposed she’d know better because well he had no clue. If she is dead and unrecoverable what would he do with the body? What should he tell others who question the murder? Would anyone believe the truth of the situation? His mind teemed with questions about this.