There's Something About the Color Blue

"I'm not sure of what you know pertaining to what you came to this city for..." Out of the shadows of the building arose an identical man to the one speaking to Bliss. His demeanor and face showed the same apathy and curled lip of the other man. "But whatever you came for found you instead."

"I'm tired of this." Bliss raised her arm and began to make a motion to end the pale man in dark drab. His hand grasped her forearm with a sinister grip. Using the motion of her wrist, Bliss twisted her hand to aim her palm towards the man's forearm. Ice shot out of her hand and tore through the muscle tissue of his arm. A grimace surfaced and a howl emanated. "Aren't you used to this by now?"

"You should take what I say more seriously." An arm wrapped around the back of her neck, arching her back while removing her feet from the ground. "We need you whether you want to help or not."

Bliss chocked on her insult while driving her nails into the skin on the man holding her. With breathing not a very important action for her she focused more on the letting her ice seep into the man's forearm. Shards broke through his skin and tore into the deeper muscles. She couldn't lie that her interest in what these men spoke about interested her, but she would rather go about this on her terms. "If you don't ease up..." Her words broke uneasily. "I'm going to put your arm in two pieces."

"I warned you she was dangerous, but hold her still." The pale man who drew Bliss's original attention grabbed Bliss's legs and held them together. In response to her loss of leverage, Bliss continued to push more ice into opponent. The tendrils of ice finally cut through to the other end and completely severed the lower arm halfway through the forearm. In shock the man dropped Bliss from his grasp. With the two armed man still holding her legs she fell hard on her back in his grip. "Make her more agreeable."

Blood dripped from the missing appendage, but the second man knew exactly what he needed to do. While Bliss tried pushing herself up to a more defensive position, the man's foot fell hard against her forehead. The force of the blow pressed the back of her head against the concrete with enough force to disorient her. "Good enough." The first man muttered.

Cadia became worried when a second man stepped out of the shadows a moment after Bliss's remark, not worried about Bliss in the sense of her safety because she cared about her, but that without her she was back to square one in her mission. Agitated that she was being forced to play her hand so early, she slipped her heels back on and waited for the right moment. It came when the ice punctured through one the goons arm and severed it, even Cadia had to admit that had been a pretty impressive move.

There was a half a second when the man was taken aback by his pain and dropped her, along with his guard, and his partner lost his concentration for an instant as well. It was then that she attacked, of course she did so from a distance so that no one would see who was responsible. Her armored boot slammed into the ground, causing a barely noticeable shock wave of living black dots going headlong towards the injured thug. A moment after he kicked Bliss's head in, he let out a second howl of agony as his body began to grey instantly and his skin started to peel from the bones. Large red blotches formed over his face and chest like small pox and he scratched madly at them until the flesh beneath his fingernails began to bleed and the odor of "fresh" rot filled the graveyard. He was already dead so it only helped her corroding bacteria work at him faster, causing him to decay twice as fast as a living being would have. As he lost his balance from the ferocity of his pain, one would notice fairly easily that the grass and rocks around his body were also withering and breaking apart and the ice that was now around his feet immediately turned stagnant and foamed over with green pungency.

Cadia had sent nearly every pestilent bacteria in the area towards that man -which was quite a lot considering they were near a particularly old grave site- he was suffering from several rapidly increasing stages of small pox, measles, mumps, and bubonic plague as well as thousands of microbial bacteria capable of creating acid and bio-erosion which was the cause of the natural objects around him dieing or crumbling and the subtle scent of ammonia after a bit. She was rather aware that doing all that was probably overkill, most would have been dead by the microbial bacteria or plague alone, but she wasn't sure if he was one of those who was immune to disease so she threw corrosion in the mix just in case. Something was bound to kill him at some point, even if she had to make acid.

After sending this attack, she quick 'guised herself in the shadows of the building once more, content to let Bliss use the screaming, bloody, rancid distraction behind her to get the other man under wraps, she wouldn't have been happy if she had to kill that one too.