Popo blinked, then outstretched her hand. Placing it to his body, she raised her brow. "Hmm? And what makes you think i'm going to let you do that?" She said. Palm to his stomach, suddenly - massive amounts of black magic began to collect in her hand. Kaliv's eyes widened, a blow from point blank would certainly kill him.
He quickly flicked open his flintlock - and fired, it hit her square in the head, and she toppled over sideways. Her arm becoming released from the necromancer's grip. She groaned, standing up as the bullet fell out of the hole - which began to seal.
"O...Ow..." She murmered, irritated. She looked to the source of the shot, and screamed with rage. Moving in a blurring motion, she made an attempt to ram her fist into his face. Kaliv, however - managed to duck just in time. Bareley able to keep up with her speed. He raised his knee to hit her in the stomach, but she was too fast. With a blast of black magic, she sent him hurtling back. The prince managed to find his footing, however.
He readied his raper, breathing heavily. He had taken more than a few winding hits from her.
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