609 Parent's Squabble

Thud! Alcott landed outside in the grass, a smug smile on his face as he watched Vasilissa run out the door to chase him down. "What's up, steel drakaina? Want my little flute," He shoved it in his bag, come and take it.

Vasilissa growled. ^The flute is a mere reason. He wants to fight.^ She took a deep breath and jumped. ^This body is a mere projection, but I can access my stomach. I can pull enough steel to mimic a steel great wyrm.^

"Don't blame me for getting rough," Vasilissa jumped, her right fist engulfed in shining metal as she swung at Alcott's face.

Alcott caught her palm with a shockwave, "You can do better, can't you?" The nails of his right hand grew longer into claws, and he swung at Vasilissa's torso. She blocked, protecting her chest and stomach with a thick layer of reinforced steel plates, but they sparked, claw marks remaining in them as she got blasted back.