He opens his mouth to immediately go, "There are a few people who want to see that!" but he shuts up and manages to roll over on his side, staring down Elizabeth for the first time.
"Okay. That one hurt." BJ says in light of his own movement.
"Uh. Usually takes me a few hours after death to get back up on my feet again so if you ladies are gonna fight, by all means keep it going here, I could use some girl-on-girl entertainment."
Elizabeth purses her lips and crosses her arms, looking at Callisto. She squares up a little, though, clearly ready to throw down if she attempts to hurt her with those.
"Did he do something specific to piss you off, or did you just want to kill someone?"
She doesn't sound like she thinks very highly of that. She also doesn't think very highly of BJ, but she can ignore that remark.
Elizabeth is reacting in a way Callisto understands, so she gets the bulk of her attention. Wiping her fingers off on the nearest shoulder of Betelgeuse's jacket, she pushes to her feet and turns to face the other woman - taking a step away so it's harder for the man to look up her skirt.
"Yes," she says simply, smiling her broad, snake smile. "Does that change what you think you're going to do about it?"
She briefly glances at BJ, face completely neutral. She doesn't enjoy violence, she's no gleeful sadist, but she also doesn't need to roll over that easily.
"What's been your goal here, exactly, Callisto? Just killing people left and right-- for what?"
He grins back at Callisto, settling down to watch the show. No love lost here between him and someone who chooses to stick around to get herself killed by a loose cannon.
And that makes Callisto laugh: first a hitch of delighted surprise, then a trill of a giggle that sinks into a deep belly laugh that she almost lets double her over for a moment before she glances down the length of Elizabeth again and shakes her head.
"Believe me," she tells her, very seriously for how she's still smiling, "It's going to take far more than just you to change anything like that."
Last chance, Betelgeuse had said. That counts as a warning, which Callisto isn't always inclined to give anyway. She kicks one foot off the wall right by the man's head and dives, fast and low and full force for Elizabeth.
She's familiar with that move, and sees it coming even if Callisto is quick. She's used to leveraging her slight figure, and she knows to angle her shoulder just so, hoping to hit Callisto in the solar plexus.
Fuck her and her melodramatics. Elizabeth is determined to put up a damn good fight.
It's a sound hit, and on someone who needed to breathe it would lay them out. But although she may not have her powers anywhere close to their full potential, there are still perks to being a god, and to having reinforced armor right over her ribcage.
She grunts out of habit more than anything, but doesn't flinch and doesn't slow. Her aim is to roll them, to twist and slam her opponent into the opposite wall of the narrow stairwell with a yip of pleasure.
She goes, not exactly like a ragdoll but a lot more easily than she'd
bargained for when getting into this. Her back hits the wall, knocking the
breath out of her with a grunt. Practically on auto-pilot, she goes to slam
her palm against Callisto's nose- nothing like a little gusher to knock you
off-course.
It's a square shot, because Callisto follows and stays close in her space when she's stopped by the wall. On a mortal opponent, she'd have just bought herself an opening to get out if not completely away.
On a god - or, honestly, Callisto in general; she'd have at least bled before, but she's taken enough beatings in her life not to let it stop her - it's more like smacking a horse on the nose and Callisto makes a sharp sound of surprise and then backhands her in return for her trouble, hard.
Always a fan of death, BJ manages to sit up straighter, eager to see it upfront on this ship. He admires the technique, even takes a piece of paper and a pen from his pockets to write 10 on it and hold it up.
Talk about an escalation. Being from a world where everyone is a baseline human, she has no reason to expect a move like that. Before she knows it she can feel Callisto's fingers digging into her flesh, her windpipe, her carotid arteries.
It's messy, and painful, and excruciatingly slow on her own end. While Elizabeth's blood covers Callisto's skin she can practically feel the life draining from her, as she stops being able to breathe, as the blood loos starts to knock her out.
She falls to her knees, iron grip on her throat or not, and bleeds out right there. Not quite the principle she thought she would die for, but die she does.
In sharp contrast, Callisto is used to much harsher brutality, from a world where men and women die slowly from sword wounds and broken bones all the time. She grins at the warmth spilling out over her hands. She digs in again and again because for a few moments anyway she feels better.
When Elizabeth slumps down, Callisto lets her go, flicking blood off her fingertips. Then she turns, unfazed, back to Betelgeuse.
"Now, where were we?" she asks conversationally. The sign means nothing to her.
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"Okay. That one hurt." BJ says in light of his own movement.
"Uh. Usually takes me a few hours after death to get back up on my feet again so if you ladies are gonna fight, by all means keep it going here, I could use some girl-on-girl entertainment."
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"Did he do something specific to piss you off, or did you just want to kill someone?"
She doesn't sound like she thinks very highly of that. She also doesn't think very highly of BJ, but she can ignore that remark.
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"Yes," she says simply, smiling her broad, snake smile. "Does that change what you think you're going to do about it?"
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"Not for nothing," He tells Elizabeth in a low voice, "But my money's on Lightning Thief over here. Better run, kid."
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"What's been your goal here, exactly, Callisto? Just killing people left and right-- for what?"
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"I hardly think two bodies qualify. Would you like me to try harder?"
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Killing- sure. But please, Callisto, have some taste about it.
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She can't sustain it long though and it melts away as she continues: "Or did you have a point in stepping in where you didn't have to at all?"
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"Don't worry about me, kid. I'm dead."
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"I don't care about him. But you're a bully. I'm not going to just stand by while you get the idea that you can do whatever the hell you want."
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"Believe me," she tells her, very seriously for how she's still smiling, "It's going to take far more than just you to change anything like that."
Last chance, Betelgeuse had said. That counts as a warning, which Callisto isn't always inclined to give anyway. She kicks one foot off the wall right by the man's head and dives, fast and low and full force for Elizabeth.
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Fuck her and her melodramatics. Elizabeth is determined to put up a damn good fight.
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She grunts out of habit more than anything, but doesn't flinch and doesn't slow. Her aim is to roll them, to twist and slam her opponent into the opposite wall of the narrow stairwell with a yip of pleasure.
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"I am so bummed I can't record this." Betelgeuse complains in an aside to no one. "Go, random strange women! Fight!"
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She goes, not exactly like a ragdoll but a lot more easily than she'd bargained for when getting into this. Her back hits the wall, knocking the breath out of her with a grunt. Practically on auto-pilot, she goes to slam her palm against Callisto's nose- nothing like a little gusher to knock you off-course.
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On a god - or, honestly, Callisto in general; she'd have at least bled before, but she's taken enough beatings in her life not to let it stop her - it's more like smacking a horse on the nose and Callisto makes a sharp sound of surprise and then backhands her in return for her trouble, hard.
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Honestly, BJ's cheers are lost in the rush in her ears. Getting slapped feels very strange, especially with such force.
She brings her knee into it, hoping to get Callisto just as out of breath as she still is.
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"You should have kept walking," she chides, and hooks her hand up into the woman's throat and jaw, twisting and squeezing.
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It's messy, and painful, and excruciatingly slow on her own end. While Elizabeth's blood covers Callisto's skin she can practically feel the life draining from her, as she stops being able to breathe, as the blood loos starts to knock her out.
She falls to her knees, iron grip on her throat or not, and bleeds out right there. Not quite the principle she thought she would die for, but die she does.
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When Elizabeth slumps down, Callisto lets her go, flicking blood off her fingertips. Then she turns, unfazed, back to Betelgeuse.
"Now, where were we?" she asks conversationally. The sign means nothing to her.
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"Now that's what I call a murder!"
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