Harmless Graffiti (OPEN)

Inkblot tried to roll with the force of the impact, only to feel something shoot out and wrap around one her ankles. Losing balance and unable to stop her momentum, her leg pulled against it at an odd angle until something twisted. She grit her teeth at the pain, unable to help the way she cried out in pain.

Yeah, something was definitely wrong there. Was that sprained? It hurt like all hell, which was not a handicap she was used to fighting with. Apparently that was not a disadvantage her opposition had problems with.

This time she barely even paid attention as she swung her arms, all eight paint bullets flying out from the tips of her brushes. Hands were shaking slightly, most of the shots probably going wide from her position prone on the ground.

The taunt whip around her foot seemed to give way with her attack, the liquid sliding easily off the paint that coated her legs. Inkblot tried to push herself up off of the ground, but trying to put weight on her bad ankle wasn't exactly doing her any favors. In a knee jerk reaction it was all she could do to try and throw up a guard, using her position to protect her vital areas with her limbs.

"Wow, you're an eager one." The comment came from between clenched teeth, biting back another hiss of pain.

Maybe attempting dodge would have been the more practical choice, but she didn't quite trust her own speed with the current injury. Not as much as she trusted her armor of ink anyway, resistant enough to the majority of direct attacks against her. She held her ground, waiting for the impact of claws against her shell.

She'd need to put distance between them soon.

This was not a good position to be in, and Inkblot was not stupid enough to think staying put was a good idea. With a sharp inhale of breath she felt her body starting to dissolve once again, paint falling to the ground as a simple and unremarkable liquid. Before she left entirely though, the claws raked once again against one arm.

Her paint falling away as she left, combined with the deflected blow of earlier, was enough to make her armor thinner this time around. The bloody claws cracked through the armor, piercing through the skin and leaving a nasty gash on her forearm.

And then in the next moment, she was on top of a train car a very good distance away. The injured arm was cradled against her chest, obviously trying not to put any pressure on one foot, but still stood surprisingly tall. "Hey now, I'm all for a good brawl but let's not wreck each other. I'm ready to call it a draw if you are."

Inkblot paused, staring down at the blood-controller for a few long moments of silence. Just like that, he was suddenly acting all concerned and friendly. What a guy. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just peachy." Ducking down for a moment, she sat down on the edge of the train's roof and left her feet dangle downwards. God, that ankle was going to hurt for a while.

"No hard feelings though, seeing as it was such a good fight. You don't go into a super powered tussle and expect to come out without a few scratches. I like to think that I got a few good hits in on you myself." That might have honestly just added to the ammunition being used against her, but she'd take what wins there were.

"Honestly, I'd call this a real good way to get to know each other. I can't speak for you, but I already feel all friendly and informed."

"I think I already do. With people like you around, plus all of the others that I've heard about, it's going to one fun ride with no stopping point." It may also be hard to stay unscathed, if the majority of introductions turned into a similar brawl. Inkblot was there to cause some havoc, but tended to hope that didn't involve too much damage on herself. She stood awkwardly on top of the overturned train car, hoping the distance could hide how heavily she favored one leg over the other.

She wanted to make a good first impression, and that couldn't mean seeming weak. Not even when blood welled up from her arm and mixed with her usual paint.

"At the very least, I expect that it won't let me get bored too easy." She laughed, though her mind had drifted a bit. God that hurt. Should she put ice on it? Was that something you were supposed to do with a twisted ankle? Or was it one of those things were you really needed to see a doctor? Maybe she could get by with a search or two on the internet, or just claiming that she tripped in an unfortunate way.

Inkblot took a moment to stare at the other, a bit of concern finally prickling at the back of her mind. She hadn't really paid it much attention before, as Bloodbath hadn't given any signs of pain during their battle. She'd just sort of pushed it off as her missing the mark, or his powers somehow reducing the amount of pain he felt from certain injuries. Biting down lightly on the inside of her cheek, her body once again fell into a paint splatter before reforming next to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine and dandy," came her reply, though still heavily favoring her untwisted ankle. "You got some good hits in, but I can make it out of here just fine. Are you okay? My bullets can tear through a lot of stuff, and I wasn't paying much attention to how you were doing. Need any help there?"

Maybe she was wrong, but at that moment it seemed like he was in worse shape than she was. It just so happened that midbattle, being hurt seemed to give him an advantage.

Well, now she could feel both concern and guilt prodding at the corners of her brain. Perfect. Maybe sparring with supers wasn't exactly the best plan, given how destructive their individual powers could be to each other. For a brief second Inkblot lifted her hand, as if to reach out for him, before thinking better. Instead she simply left it slightly extended, as an offering if he wanted to take it.

"Sorry if I got carried away. I guess that I still have to learn how to reel it in a little sometimes, huh?" It felt weird to be saying that to the guy who'd seemed so ruthless a few seconds ago, but it was still true enough. Bloodbath was more than a little strange, but wasn't every other member of Pandemonium too? She liked him well enough, and he was her ally in the end. Friendly fire, even in a situation like this, was never good for anyone involved.

"I'm not exactly a doctor, but is there something I could do to help? Like get ice or something? Or someone more qualified than me to help you?"