Slow.
Charlie narrowed her eyes slowly as she shifted her body to the left, to dodge the sharp punch that the giant of a man had thrown at her. Taking away their guns had been intelligent. She didn't want to test her shield against a gun, she wasn't sure if they were enchanted or not, and it was not a chance that she wanted to take. And while she had a shield, she knew that Santana and Mike didn't have such a skill.
Charlie ducks under another hard lunge this time the man trying to catch her off guard with the huge movement. She twists away from the man, but touches him on the back as he passes her body, and teleports him like Mike had shown her. It was disorientating to suddenly be in a brand new position with the added effect of falling through the air. She knew from experience that it would be hard to simply walk it off, let alone how sick you felt after teleporting for the first time.
Too slow.
Charlie frowns, this wasn't anything like training. And it wasn't like she had been practicing, all she'd done was play with Mike. This entire time, she'd been playing around, enjoying the fact that she wasn't in pain, that she never went to bed hungry. There was so much to read, so much television to watch—the idea of going back into that little box that she had called her room for the the rest of her life—she didn't want to ever go back.
Breathe.
Charlie takes a deep breath and studies her surroundings just like she had been taught. Underestimating an enemy was worse than overestimating them, they wouldn't all be that slow and she needed to trust that Santana and Mike would be able to handle themselves. Until then she'd distract the main Templars with her presence.
Loosen up.
Charlie hopped up and down, bouncing on the balls of her feet she turned to the entrance of the base. It's not long before the door to the entrance opens and another tall man with brown hair and a weird look on his face appears, carrying a large warhammer. She tilts her head slightly looking at the weapon, she'd seen it before while the Templars were discussing different weapons and how they could be used. She'd never been able to lift one and using such a weapon had been abandoned, but she also knew from experience that getting hit by one hurt, and would put her down. She raises her hand, strengthening the shield that she had around her body.
Finn Hudson frowned as he watched the magic-touched raised her hand, flinching half expecting something to fly at him but nothing does. He quickly surveys the scene, the smart thing to do would to be make sure that she couldn't use any of the enlisted guards as hostages. He'd need to get her away from the bodies so that anyone that could escape would be able to. He takes a step down the large stairs. He also had to assume that she had a team in place, someone had attacked the structure of the base.
"It would be best if you were to tell your team to stand down. I don't want to hurt a girl," Finn announced loudly to her as he slowly approached her. She was wearing a silly ski-mask but when he approached and could finally see her eyes, he noted how familiar they looked. He shoves the thought aside and reaches for her outstretched hand only for her to disappear from right in front of him. Finn immediately swings his warhammer around half-expecting her to appear behind him. Teleportation was new, but she wasn't behind him.
"Above you."
Finn turns to the voice for a moment, spotting Sam before he looks up and gets a hand on his face, his eyes widen as the sudden weight of her body causes him to brace himself, half expecting to die. He suddenly feels like he's falling and he opens his eyes as he crashes into the ground, his warhammer flying out of his hand.
The woman appears beside it and touches the warhammer which disappears before he can reach it only to have it appear above his stomach. Gravity does the rest, bringing his warhammer crashing into his abdomen and knocking the breath out of him. Pain racks his body as the hammer tips over the handle hitting him in the face.
Breathe.
Charlie takes her eyes off the one that had approached her and looked at the Templars who were starting to pour out the entrance. She inhales deeply and exhales, and bounces on the balls of her feet once again. Without their guns they wouldn't be able to attack her all at once. But that didn't mean that she could take the situation lightly. Santana had told her not to kill anyone. And she doubted that Mike's little trick would work more than once. She needed to take all of them out and quickly without killing them. She had promised.
Well that didn't mean that teleportation wouldn't work, she reaches for the warhammer that she had dropped on the man and tries to lift it up but like she suspected it was to heavy and it would only slow her down. She smacks it teleporting it above one of the Templar's and winces when it slams into his shoulder. Avoiding the head, the man yells and clutches his shoulder as he drops his weapon.
She's about to teleport the sword into her hand when a woman with blonde hair stamps her foot on it, and smiles at her causing Charlie to tilt her head ever so slightly, there was an air of confidence around her that screamed that she might be in danger.
"Hey lips, evacuate the building, through the back. I think this one is a bit above your paygrade, and I don't need you and the rest of these slobs getting in my way."
"You're going to fight her?"
"Lips, I outrank everyone in the building, now do as I say. Go and capture her friends in the server room. That might be more your speed."
Charlie watches as the Templars begin to pull back, leaving her alone with the woman. She frowns and takes a step towards her. She wasn't sure if Santana and Mike could handle all of them—but if that was the case she'd just have to go through her.
"You're one of ours aren't you?"
Charlie stops her movement and looks at the woman once more. She was wearing a mask, she touches it gently. She had summoned it so no one would know who she is. She was supposed to being sneaky, but clearly that was out the window.
"Ah, looks like I was right," the woman said in a rather cheerful tone as she grabs a dropped combat knife. "Thank you for saving me the trouble of hunting you down." She stretches out her back and rotates her shoulders, the smile fading. "It's time to come home, you've played enough don't you think?"
Charlie took a step back, in surprise as the woman moved towards her. Fast, she was fast and immediately she teleports back a few steps as the woman laughs. It's unnerving, that this woman knows her and she's never met her before. It's even more unnerving when she's suddenly enters her personal space once again. Charlie teleports trying to get behind her only to feel a sharp elbow smashing against her nose causing her to stumble back.
Warm sticky fluid starts dripping down from her nose, had it gone through her shield? Charlie looks up slightly surprised.
"Judging from your surprise, you probably had that shield of yours up, my clothes have been warded. Spent a fortune on it, but it's better than the shitty wards that are in their uniforms." She hummed as she twists her own body out of the way when Charlie attempts to use the warhammer against her. She picks it up and swings it experimentally. "Judy will kill me for this, but clearly you need to have a lesson in respecting your elders or something."
Once again Charlie finds herself on the defensive as she barely manages to dodge the blow from the warhammer. The woman was swinging it around like it was nothing, and when she trips on one of the unconscious guards, she feels panic and fear settling into her gut.
Pain.
It was a familiar sensation, as the woman finally manages to land a clean hit, the warhammer slamming into her side, it doesn't break through her shield, protecting her from the worst of the attack, but the force is enough to reverb through her entire body stunning her. Her pause is enough to allow her to do it again, hitting her hard with the warhammer once more.
This time it sends her to the ground and she looks up as the woman looks to aim for her head. She couldn't fall here, she couldn't go back to being alone. She couldn't go back to being hungry, she couldn't go back—
Faster.
She needed to move faster. She teleports farther away and touches the blood soaked mask she was wearing. She needed to be faster than her, she couldn't afford to play.
Faster.
She needed to be faster than her, she needed to hit her hard and fast, and end this quickly. This woman was dangerous, far too dangerous. Charlie moved once again dodging the swipe with warhammer again. She wasn't sure her teleporting trick would work with the woman's wards on her clothing but she would have to try. She just needed a bit more power. "I don't want to go back." Her voice cracks at this.
The woman scoffs at this, "You don't know what you want," she responds. She moves again, dropping the warhammer for a small boost of extraspeed and brings the combat knife up, she could end this with a well placed stab, but suddenly Charlie moves, she hadn't teleported she had just taken a step back. She tries a few slashing maneuvers but Charlie twists and weaves her body away.
Faster.
Charlie chants in her head before taking the moment to hit back, slamming her hand into the woman's face as hard as she can, she can feel the force as the woman drops to her knees clutching her face. It wasn't over.
Santana turns, feeling Charlie's magic from inside the building was not a good sign. "You feel that?" Santana asks.
"Yeah, that's not good. She's using to much magic, if we can feel it from inside the building—" Mike trails off.
Santana turns to smack the server again before noticing that the USB is currently flashing green, "Time to go," she says grabbing it and pulling it free, she hands it off to Mike who immediately teleports the small device to a safe place. She turns ever so slightly, "There are more of them coming this time. Can you teleport us?"
"Probably outside but—" Mike began as he turns to the entrance. They had been surrounded.
"Freeze, we've managed to catch your friend outside. So it'll be smart if you just came with us."
"I think we'll pass Trouty-mouth," Santana said rolling her eyes. She was thankful for the glamour, she'd be able to return to her life once this was all over. She immediately touches Mike's shoulder and nods at him as the two of them teleport away.
Quinn stared in shock, completely taken aback at how quickly the situation had changed. She had truly expected her Aunt Cassandra to win this fight easily, but without her guns she'd been forced into a hand-to-hand situation. She flinched when Cassandra's head snapped back a fountain of blood flying from her face and she winces. She needed backup. "Shit," Quinn muttered under her breath grabbing her staff.
She was not cleared for combat, but as far as she knew it couldn't hurt anymore than physiotherapy. She makes up her mind when the magic-touched teleports behind her aunt Cassandra and drop kicks her upper back, sending Cassandra flying into the ground.
She ducks out the opened front entrance, "We need to retreat," she yells at her aunt. She couldn't let her aunt simply get herself killed by some freakishly powerful magic-touched.
Both her aunt Cassandra and the magic-touched turned to look at her, and Quinn immediately brings out her staff spinning it with her good arm. Of all the times to be injured.
"Quinn leave. That's a direct order," Cassandra barks at her, forcing herself up.
"Yeah, that's not happening," Quinn retorted she had the attention of the magic-touched who was staring at her with her eyes wide open, it was enough of an opening for her aunt Cassandra to strike, and Quinn watches in horror as the magic-touched moves out of the way as if Cassandra was moving in slow motion and places her hand on Cassandra's shoulder. Her aunt disappears from view and doesn't immediately appear, like everyone else.
Immediately Quinn's mind goes to the worst case scenario, had the magic-touched simply disintegrated her aunt? Since when could they do that? And why the fuck was she so fucking focused on her? Quinn slams the staff on the ground activating it, sending a blast of magical light toward the magic-touched, who suddenly disappears from view.
Quinn turns around immediately, dropping her staff and nearly falling down the stairs as the magic-touched peers into her face and touches it pinching at her cheek. She swats the offending hand away, "You killed my—"
"Why do you have my face?" The woman asks as she repeats the motion pinching and grabbing at the face.
The words stun Quinn into silence for a moment, as the crazy magic-touched woman touches her face. The eyes seem familiar, so familiar and Quinn reaches up to grip the top of the ski-mask. She's surprised when the magic-touched doesn't offer any resistance, and pulls the mask off.
A shocked silence as she locks onto the face that is exactly like her own, and it's only then that she realizes that they share more than a face. The messy blonde locks, the same shade hazel green eyes, the same shock. It was like looking in a mirror. "The—fuck?" Quinn said stumbling backwards.
The magic-touched catches her by the front of the shirt and peers at her confusion still evident on her face.
"Charlie."
A searing pain, went through her head, causing her to wince in pain. The name sounded so familiar—why the fuck did it sound so familiar. She looks on in shock as the magic-touched turns and lets go of her a smile appearing on her face as she looks at the two people in Templar uniforms. Glamour it had to be, because she recognized those faces. It's only then that her training kicks back in and she looks around for her fallen staff.
"Time to go."
"She has my face." The magic-touched—Charlie says. "Is it—"
"We'll talk about it at home, come on now. He's out of energy, so can you force your way out of here?"
"Yeah."
Quinn finds it and grabs it slamming it on the ground once more and directing the dispelling magic at the two Templars and the imposter. The magic hits the imposter, Charlie, full on as the two Templars teleport out of the way. She turns only to find the female one behind her.
A hand touches her forehead and suddenly the world is spinning and all she can see is the sky. Pain radiating throughout her body, she had fallen onto her back and she can only watch helpless as her imposter walks towards the glamoured Templars. She manages to lift her head a bit as she watches as they teleport away.
Santana manages to pull away from Charlie as they appear in All Saints, she had never teleported such a long distance before. Mike simply didn't have the magic, to teleport people that distance. She stumbles into one of the chairs that had been put up. Immediately taking two deep breaths to stop from vomiting all over the floors. She turns to make sure that Mike and Charlie are both okay.
"She had my face," Charlie says rubbing her nose, the blood had dried and was smeared all around her chin and nose.
Mike looked at Santana unsure of what to make of this new revelation. He looks at Santana who looked like she was about to hurl and he sighs. "Maybe you should sit down, and Santana will tell you when you're—"
Charlie begins to cough, a wet hacking sound into her hand and looks at her blood soaked hand for a moment more confusion on her face as her body suddenly felt very heavy. "Santana—I don't feel so good," she mumbles her words sounded thick as her legs started to give out.
Santana turned to look at Charlie who was wobbling about. "Shit, Mike catch her." Santana barked out loudly.
Mike moves sliding his hand under Charlie's body as she pitches forward onto him, completely out cold. Mike blinks and looks up at Santana who was making his way to him. "What the hell? Is she—"
Santana clears one of the tables, "Put her on the table, watch her head." Santana barks out immediately.
