Xaviers!

As the taser was removed, Will's body began to reform itself into a humanoid shape.

"Please, Nailah...this is your last chance..." he pleaded.

"Fine, for once." He replied to Colette, trying to put himself between her and Nailah who clearly saw him as a combatant.

"This isn't worth it! Tap out!" He pleaded.

"Either of you!"

Haley Crusek wrote:"What's so wrong with mine?" she grunted as she wrestled against the girl, "He's been through hell...he's strong...and he's the one that asked me...doesn't just see me as a dumb blonde with a temper..."

She was clearly losing this fight on a physical level, as Tereza had size and a wolf inside her on the tiny Texan. She grit her teeth and supplemented her muscles with TK, pushing back against the holds and slowly building up pressure to hopefully, if she could break any actual grip on her, fling the icy girl across the room.

"Fucker had a monster in his head and that monster tried to kill me!" Pot and kettle, sister. "And he took Sam out on a revenge kick that put her in the..." About that time, the pressure gets to be too much and Tereza goes flying back across the ring, hitting hard against the turnbuckle with an enhanced thump.

"Him first!" Nailah says and whips Will through the air and hurls him at Basil.

Before Basil's eyes a translucent blanket of pink shot out between him and the hurtled Will, stopping the green-haired fighter just inches from the Brit's nose. One of Colette's pigtails had extended out to act like a giant hand, the one on the other side of her head having disappeared. Though while her boyfriend couldn't see it from behind, that wasn't the only thing that had vanished. The girl's face was completely smooth and featureless, which made her already unsettling visage even more creepy. Colette held Will aloft for just long enough to lose his momentum before he was dropped to the floor, all of her mass shooting out toward the flying student like the blast of a firehose, leaving her clothing to fall to the floor in a pile.

What a shame Nailah hadn't used her precog abilities just a few seconds earlier.

With no time to dodge Nailah does her best to brace herself for the impact, getting caught in the mass of goop. She starts clawing and tearing at it as the two hit the ground.

Will deformed a little in Collette's "hand" before snapping back into his normal self.

"Gotta run, drag the fight out of the audience," Will mumbled, trying (poorly) to extricate clay from jelly.

Colette doesn't hit all that hard, no harder than perhaps if a beanbag chair had been thrown at Nailah. But the sudden shift in balance and the extra weight is enough to bring the two of them to the floor. Fighting the goo girl was different than fighting a Will; Will had more resistance, his "self" was much thicker and more dense, able to be torn. Trying to claw Colette was like trying to eat custard with a fork. Much of the pink substance reared back and upward in a bulbous shape before slamming itself back down again, attempting to engulf the woman's head in its mass.

Nailah manages to take a deep gulp of air before the goop encases her entirely.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic. Think. She's just a bunch of goop. Not like Will, she's just an amoeba or something. Stay calm. Don't use up your oxygen flailing about.

She stops flailing around pointlessly and just floats in the goop for a moment, carefully blinking her eyes open to get her bearings. They landed in the space between the audience and the ring proper. Maybe she could reach the ring and pull herself out. No, too far away and there's no way to built up momentum to throw herself out far enough, especially not without putting her feet on the ground. What else then? She'd dropped her taser and she'd probably knock herself out if she tried that anyway. Zip-ties, hilariously useless. Roadside flare, probably not even gonna ignite inside of whatever Colette's made of. Pepper-spray! She pulls the small canister from her belt but instead of pressing down on the little switch on top she grabs a small utility knife and jams it into the flimsy plastic cover and puncturing the pressurized container. Closing her eyes tightly she let's go of it as it starts rapidly emptying it's irritant liquid into Colette.

Basil reached out to assist in freeing Will from Colette, more for Colette's part than Will's.

"Not looking for a throuple, thank you!" He commented, looking for something to gain purchase on.

"The sweet filling usually goes inside the dough, anyway, not the other way around," Will agreed, as Basil helped separate girlfriend from combatant.

When Nailah stopped resisting the pressure lessened - Colette must have thought that her attempt to subdue her boyfriend's assailant was working. That is until the capsaicin was dumped into her. The pink goo turned fire engine red, releasing it's hold on the woman as the shape folded on itself again and again in a panicking attempt to distance itself from the liquid inside of itself.

"Collette!" Will cried, running towards her rather than away, as was his original plan.

"C'merecmerecmerecmere..."

Nailah bursts from the swiftly reddening blob, her own eyes crimson and burning as she beats her goop-heavy wings once to barely make it to the edge of the ring, pulling herself back in underneath the ropes and rolling onto her back, taking a deep, gasping breath of air.

"That's a spicy meatball..." she snickers to herself with tears in her eyes.

Will dove headfirst into Collette, his skin turning white as he did so.

And then, he kind of splooched out, turning into liquid as he dove into the gelatin gal.

Milk, he remembered reading, helps neutralize the effects of capasaicin, and making sure Collette wasn't suffering was all of a sudden his most important plan. After all, no one else needed to get hurt for him...

Colette had been trying to isolate one foreign liquid inside of herself so that she could rid herself of it, before she found herself host to TWO foreign liquids. And while Will's milky nature (Whey Stanton?) negated the burn of the pepper spray, there was still a foreign body inside of her. So she did what any girl would do. The goo shifted away from the ring in a bulb shape before squeezing itself to create pressure, effectively spitting Will into the air and toward the ring.

"Haley!" the other Will shouted, while punching birds. "Disperse that milk!"

Colette being attacked would have normally incensed Basil, if she didn't seem to be in pain right now which was much more concerning to him.

Basil waited patiently for Will and Colette to sort things out.

"Come to me, Reine de la Gelee. I don't want you hurt anymore." He extended out his arms , hoping even in her clearly non-humanoids state she could understand his request.

The folding and gyrations slowed to a stop and became a smooth half-sphere before stretching upward. It took on a more human shape, basic details taking form before greater details came in. Colette's face returned, though her body was more like a Barbie doll, her lower half more like a champagne glass than legs.

"... oh, Basil. Are you alright?" She glided toward him, hesitating to touch him in case she still had some pepper spray in her system.

Basil went about collecting her clothes for her.

"Yes love.

This whole thing has gotten well and truly out if hand. I think it's time to go."

Colette's clothes were mostly still around the bodysuit Chisaki had given her for Christmas, to the point that once Basil had the upper half held up she "poured" herself into it without warning. Her "foot" shifted in shape to become her new head, hands poking out of the sleeves and spreading newly-grown fingers.

"Yes, I... suppose you are correct. I... could really use a drink of water. Or twelve."

"I could use a stiff drink as well. " he replied. Basil would continue to help her collect herself, and that would be the end to the invisible boy's heroics, unless his stupid sense of recklessness got provoked again.

Haley was just stating to push herself upright from the floor after sending Tereza flying when she heard her Will. She narrowed her eyes as she rose to one knee and ripped her arms through the air as she tried to send the milk splattering all across the room.

Colette slipped her socked feet back into her shoes. Now that she was properly covered she dared wrap arm arm around Basil, rubbing his back as they headed for the exit.

"I am... sorry zat you had to see zat side of me."

Haley Crusek wrote:Haley was just stating to push herself upright from the floor after sending Tereza flying when she heard her Will. She narrowed her eyes as she rose to one knee and ripped her arms through the air as she tried to send the milk splattering all across the room.

It turns out, milk does not have a very strong innate resistance to telekenesis.

Will dispersed, splashing over anyone and everyone in the front row of the crowd.

Needless to say, he did not reform within the ten second time limit.

Will Stanton eliminated.

4-3

"First three rows might get rich in calcium..." Nailah laughs to herself as she slowly pulls herself to her feet.

The brief cracking noise and howl of anger was about the only warning Haley got before the freight train of silver-white werewolf barreled into her to try and knock her over the ropes.

Sean manages to pull a few birds off but the flock is galvanized by the announcement that Will is out.

That's about the point a large fist that hits like a sledgehammer coalesces out of the swirling, pecking mass, headed straight for Will's jaw.

Normally, when punching Will, it's a splooshy sound -- the boy's bones were just, you know, sort of implied and theoretical.

Not this time. Sam's fist connected, hard, with Will's chin, with the loud sound of his jaw dislocating itself as angry war goddess slammed into her erstwhile champion.

Will staggered back, leaning precariously against the ropes, but managed to hold on, spitting out some blood and possibly a tooth.

"You hit like a Welshman" he managed to slur out, semi-coherently. He grinned at Sam, and put his fists up in a boxing stance, staggering some, presumably from the aftermath of the punch.

Haley was feeling pretty satisfied with herself as she sprayed the room with Will, but then she heard the howl and whipped her head towards the sound just in time to see a pissed off blur of fur and fangs and claws about to flatten her.

"Oh fu--" was all she managed to get off before the werewolf connected and sent her flying out of the ring. She made a last ditch effort to at least try to bring the werewolf with her out of the ring with a desperate grab of her TK.

There's a lot of mass to grab, but Haley's a very powerful telekinetic. Tereza manages to grab a hold of the ropes, but the pull continues to grab at her and she's forced to tangle herself in the ropes to keep from leaving the ring.

Even though the flock was unperturbed by his efforts Sean was rather heartened by the news that the other Will had been eliminated. His spell casting paused for a moment though as one teammate flying, a werewolf flying, and fist made of birds hitting his team's Will in the face. He smiled somewhat grimly as he tried to think of the best way to proceed. He grabbed a vial with small pieces of osmium in it and pointed at the flock.

"Beware the Burdens of Baal," Sean said the vial of osmium being consumed to power the spell. Sam would feel heavier as the gravity she experienced increased dramatically after the spell was cast.

"You want me to hit harder?" Sam grunts, reforming from the flock as she forces herself upright with some difficulty.

"I just might grant your wish."

She looks to Sean.

"Kneel."

The word carries a weight of its own, a command that demands to be heard, battering at his senses.

Haley hit the floor outside the ring hard, the wind knocked out of her, and the pull of the TK abruptly ended on Tereza, likely unbalancing her enough to send her toppling over the ropes either into or out of the ring depending on her balance.

And as Haley slingshots Tereza with the ropes Nailah takes a running leap at the hurtling werewolf, tackling her out of the air and ensuring she goes flying out of the ring, the two of them slamming into the ground hard.

"Tereza Rozanov out. Nailah Weaver out." Ashlie announces.

Sean knelt. He had not raised against a telepathic command. An error in judgment when you think about it.

Sean struggled with maintaining the gravity spell on Sam as his senses were battered. Meaning that the gravity Sam experienced fluctuated wildly in strength for a few moments while Sean figured out how to make the world have only one Sam rather than five of them and what ring it was that he needed to do to defend himself. he was sure he'd done something it was just hard to remember at that moment.

Samantha McManus wrote:"You want me to hit harder?" Sam grunts, reforming from the flock as she forces herself upright with some difficulty.

"I just might grant your wish."

"Again, if you're looking for a clay-boy who wants to be hit, you've got the wrong one!"

Will pumped himself up in size, and tried to essentially just sit on Sam, hoping that his increasing mass and the remnants of Sean's gravity spell would be enough to pin her to the mat.

Will does manage to pin Sam, but after a two-count he can feel a surprisingly strong urge to turn into a banana slug worming into his mind.

Will bit down, hard, on his lip, drawing blood, as he tried to fight Sam's mental command. There was a cracking sound, as he squeezed his fists tight enough that his left thumb broke, trying to use the pain to overcome the gnawing compulsion in the back of his head.

This Will's mental defenses were tougher than Sam was used to -- significantly so, when you consider how easy it was to play him like a fiddle normally. Still a mental suggestion was a mental suggestion, not a full-born mental invasion, and Sam was quite good at this.

So, it wasn't a surprise when Will's skin turned yellow and slimy, limbs sucking into his torso, facial features vanishing and replaced by eyestalks. So, rather than Sam versus Will and Sean, it was now Sam versus Sean and a Banana Slug.

Mind you, Will hadn't actually, uh, shrunk down during any of this, so rather than have a large, angry man trying to sit on her, Sam now had a large, angry slug trying to sit on her.

...This is probably still an improvement.