Zar and The Mist-Ress: A Scene

Zar couldn’t fathom what she saw in this guy, his clown-like outfit, ordinary blah features that could be anybody, and his ridiculous, bright face…always smiling and grimacing with the same overinflated bravado. How boring!

Half-grinning like a goon, Zar swiped a finger across his throat and popped his tongue from the unsmiling side of his mouth. He bobbed: up on his toes, heels down, up on his toes again.“Is his last name really Glow?”

An elegant hand whooshed through the air toward his face. He could see it coming, a slow-mo kung-fu fight scene, but the impact knocked the rest of the smile from his lips. SSSUMP! “Quiet, you ignoramus! The ‘Mr.’ is salutatory! Ugh!” Her eyes were slits of white fire as she flashed a toothy snarl in his direction. There she was…in all her villainous glory, the bane of and only reason for his existence. The Mist-Ress.

He figured if she knew how much he enjoyed those slaps, she might reconsider doling them out, so he held his cheek in half-feigned fear. A growl visibly vibrated her throat, which sent an icy-hot shiver through his sternum. She refocused her attention on the ridiculous creature before them. “Now, where were we?”

The man in tights raised an eyebrow at Zar. “What are you staring at, minion?”

“I’m no minion, you idio—”

FWUMP! A heavy lead boot made contact with Zar’s sternum, knocking the air from his lungs in a resounding grunt. Zar skipped across the stone floor like a pebble on a pond. The Mist-Ress paused then threw back her head with a wicked laugh.

"Saved me the trouble! Any more favors you want to grant me, hot stuff?" She slunk around the room, spinning her shuriken in her palms and licking her small, pink mouth. She gave Zar a quick kick in the balls, more for humiliation than pain, and pressed a finger to her lips, "Shhh."

"You fiendish witch! I am not tempted by your wiles." With this statement, the blond blockhead's fists began to hum and radiate. "You know what we used to do with witches, don't you? Give up, now, and I'll settle for prison!"

The Mist-Ress giggled and made an "O" with her mouth. "Are you trying to flirt or fight, sass-mouth?" A shuriken spun from between her long painted nails and slashed Glow's ear, taking a few millimeters of golden hair into the wall with it.

"Finally, some action," Zar murmured mischievously. He rolled on his side, propping his head on a hand and crossing his legs.

The Mist-Ress hissed at Zar once more and, in a puffy amber cloud of twisted flesh, teleported right in front of Mr. Glow. "Hellooooo, hotty." Wham!