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When committing to a plan, there's always something left behind. You are sometimes, going to school without ever knowing that you've left to clean the dishes. Despite the very fact your mother said to do so, the mind just deletes the data as if they're superficial- completely and utterly unnecessary. 

Most of the time, said decisions made are what causes a supposedly "good day" to end up in complete shambles from the sheer mess of a single thing. Even for all the effort done, it all comes crashing down like dominos- delivered late- just in time for cops to pull up.

...

"Crap!" swore Nicole, who swung her right arm away, now looking like a potential image for trypophobia, all spewing mysterious blood and wires from each respective hole. Trying to get away from the frozen dust was one thing, yet the momentum she placed was far greater than her ability to back out. "Displacement made the dust hold him back by acting as a wall being pushed..."

In return...

"...was he-?"

...she received punishment for diving in too deep into the ocean, knocked back from the stone wall, making a crack, but the fragments stuck onto her spine like little webs.

Following up, Xehnyier would use the invisible maze barrier- shoving the invisible [REDACTED]- and using the dust as an indirect means to send the email of damage, jumping off from the side of the site right up next in front of her face. 

[Displacement]

Trying to push the dush away did knock him back a little, as temporal movement through her Innate Ability was enough to teleport spears right at his person. However, this retaliation only served as a delay for what Grey did.

Bringing his hand out, he'd make a squeezing gesture, wringing Pale's Swiss right hand into spaghetti. From the looks of things, she'd rejuvenate her arm, causing clicks to be heard and pins going off from the sudden untwisting. Cracks and blood spurt more than what she could offer up to heal, but she is freed from the crushing force once she crouches and falls underneath.

From there, she'd wave her hands like a conductor, guiding spears right into him with a constant spamming of [Displacement] and [Accelerate], both to stop the bleeding as well as to make a geiser of attacks from below, having them be rocketed and impact, some even reaching the sky upon moments of manifestation- some shot through his body, only her to blame. Yet gave none of her reputation a bad name.

"If his ability to maze-ify things includes immobilizing my body. Then filling up the gaps from the supposed maze would allow me to find the exit..." pushing more and more dust to make up for the ruined floor plan, blocking Grey's spiraling driveway to her destination, "Then that means the things he maze-ify are effectively "unmovable" unless there's a right pattern needed to be solved. In which case, anything that is in contact with them- regardless of durability or resilience- tears through..." though that realization made her mind wander off, not too long to be caught again, but just enough to understand the assignment.

"Then him trying to get close also guarantees that he's most likely lackluster in long-range fights when basing solely on his power. Hence, the rocks..." thought further, an analysis that didn't go out of Xehnyier's mind, who was already closing the distance quite quickly. Upon which, she'd elbow the ground and cause a massive rupture up and about the river, making a pseudo-fountain from all the pressure built and rising above as the two would face off.

In the tippy point of a piece of land floats Nicole, with the below- Naikhee- already having pebbles to throw.

 "Meaning that from this point on..." raised a finger from the sky, water would spiral around her, a circle-shaped structure shifting into a graph-esque wave and expanding with a width unraveling like paper folded ten times. Swaying in and out, lines would pierce through the said bar, making some sort of synth-wave from the random patterns.

"... showering him with tons of projectiles using [Displacement] would be the best way to kill him..."

A hypothetical attack made just for this specific occasion, having no less credit than the one she took it from, bringing down the water.

Replying, Xehnyier's technique wasn't as flashy or as sudden, instead opting for a simpler, more practical approach and merely throwing the rocks to come and clash alongside Nicole's spouts of H20. From them, constellations would form, as if the sheer speed displayed earlier couldn't demonstrate the level which they're at, bouncing off one another to blur out any gaps that the water would supposedly come through and penetrate.

Both calculating with thoughts on each angle the projectiles would go, their products would collide en masse, having the air not find any sound to pick up from each rock hitting the water at speeds far beyond any conception that sounds could ever- or would even- produce.

Pulsating, compulsion would draw in the surrounding matter for a spectacle only comparable to a certain hat's explosions, if not greater.

Not even concluding from their respective computation, both had patterns that each made a firework worth money to throw on, leaving not a speck of dust to hit either. Apart from the injury received by both parties, scrutiny was an easier task than to regenerate- one only an ability privy to Nicole, giving greater steaks Xehnyier cooked up.

But from within the nebulous attempts to one-up another, a stalling competition was at hand.

For the former, it was to regain back the stamina she lost from the racket of her dreams.

For the latter, it was to retrieve this doll back, maybe kill if she tried to resist.

Equal was the good term, but not in a way to mislead or make a hoax worth being lobotomized for. Rather, it was the term described in only one of their heads, thinking the other had the assumption it was in the first place.

"Seeing as how he didn't destroy them back then..."

An attack worth using major amounts of fuel towards, whilst he was accompanied by her marketing strategy.

[Reverse Displacement]

Upon which her nose grew a fountain of blood, more cracks revealing ethereal parts of her supposedly "flesh-like" body.

An invisible force would dart towards from behind the distracted mazekeeper, four holes sticking right on his throat, bypassing the "maze" through the lack of any feasible change in calculations, patterns of the same type- now subjected to questioning.

In a renewed chance for opportunity, she'd pull back and make a U-turn, placing back the water to fill in the gaps of any possible exits, striking him from the arms and legs, and washing away any more suggestions of what options he could have.