Jewell: She had been aware of Lain shortly before she sat down, letting out that sigh of relaxation. Her tears had shut off as quick as a one could turn the knob of a faucet; being a water faerie had its advantages at times. She worked quickly to compose herself, ending her one-sided conversation with Skyler. She stood slowly, turning as Lain asked that obnoxious question. Grey eyes were rimmed with red, cheeks still damp with tears. Despite her rumpled appearance, she did her best to look cold, regal. Years of practice aided her as she looked down her nose at Lain as she stepped towards her, giving her an eerie smile. "It feels pretty good knowing I can still drive the guys crazy...even if it does mean they kill themselves in the end. Pity, not like I can't hook myself another, though." Her tone was cold, flippant, rage boiling just below the surface.

Lain: Lain'd crossed one leg over the other, the leather slacks squeaking ever-so-slightly in protest. The smile plastered on her lips didn't really falter too much, but rather brightened into something that'd be used with an amiable acquaintance. Her chin lifted to Jewell as she made her approach, ticking her head to one side in a nod of acknowledgment. "Glad t'see yer totally broken up over it. Or from what I remember of you, I'd think you t'not rightly give a rip an' take yer pick of a line of horndogs. I'm glad t'see yer reputation totally precedes you," she'd finished with a low bow of her head as if in respect before she stood as well. In her new body, she wasn't THAT much taller than Jewell....only some, but it provided her the ability to return the icy stare she'd received. Jewell: "You know, all men really good for is someone to warm your bed. No reason crying over them." She watched Lain carefully as she stood, barely tilting her head up to look up at her. All those comments from Juleta, Rena, Charlie, even Tommy...she now had a focus for the anger that had been building up since Sunday night. Lain made for a suitable target, she'd never been able to stand her anyways. Brian be damned. Alex be damned. "That's all Alex was ever good for, you know," she just had to throw that little jibe in there before doing the most satisfying thing in her life. She shifted her stance quickly and with a powerful right hook, she'd been practicing in the Outback, her strength reinforced by the pure mana springing to life around her arm and fist, she swung a punch for Lain's nose. Lain: "Of course," giving her another nod, her head shaking slightly to release silvery strands from behind her ears. It was something she was expecting Jewell to say, after. Again, from what she knew of her, fidelity wasn't something she held close to the vest. "He must've been damn toasty." She slipped that in just as Jewell spewed out her verbal jab against Alex. Lain didn't really stand for it. She'd taken a large step forwards to bring her within the vicinity of Jewell just as she was rounding up for the punch. The surge of power she detected from the attack made her teeth grit even harder behind her lips as she stumbled into a sloppy sidestep to let the hit sail right across her cheek. It felt like a rough brush, though a brush that stung. So THAT'S how she wanted to play. Lain had already bent her right knee upwards, sending her boot heel towards Jewell's ribs with a grunt of frustration. The Alex thing was hard to swallow.

Jewell: She felt a burst of pain in her hand as she connected with her cheek, but paid it no mind. She had bigger things to worry about, like the foot in her ribs. The "toasty" comment was brushed off, her mind was set on the here and now and bust Lain's face until she couldn't smile anymore. She stumbled back with the blow to her ribs, trying to lessen it and keep herself standing. It left her feeling slightly breathless but not out of her wits. Drawing water from the air with a turn of her hand, she formed a swirling stream of it around Lain. She caused the molecules to move faster and faster until they became super-heated steam, seeking her out. Lain: "Ya fricken disgust me, yanno that?" she said down in a hiss that sounded as if she was speaking from behind clenched teeth. In a flash of steel, one of the steel rods lengthened within her palm and she spun it rapidly, the edges whipping through the air with hisses of their own. Closing both hands around one end, she swung it in baseball fashion for around the same spot on Jewell's ribs that she'd contacted with previously. "Ya need t'push shit on Alex jus' cuz'o th'fact that he din' wanna put up with yer fricken BEE ESS anymore!" The large swing pushed the sleeves far up her forearms, leaving them exposed to the scalding steam. Because of the cool weather, she was at least thankful for a little bit of warmth, but that was too much. Red welts rose on her skin as she hobbled back, waving her slightly singed arms in the chilly breeze.

Jewell: The air hissed out of her at another blow to her ribs, she winced but didn't make a single sound or gesture besides that hiss to show her pain. Instead she bit out another nasty remark. Really, she didn't hold anything against Alex, not anymore. But Lain didn't know that and she -loved- pissing this chick off. "Somehow you got a twisted story, little girl. I left him..I gave him up. I let you have him cause I didn't want him anymore." She pivoted on her left foot, the right coming up to smack Lain in the jaw, "He picked you cause he couldn't have what he really wanted."

Lain: Even Sariah's eyesight wasn't helping too much in the situation. Sure, she could see clearly, but through half lidded eyes to protect them from the still lingering amounts of steam. Despite her itchy disposition to the cold, she peeled her jacket from her, flinging it to the ground and started forwards once more as she caught the sight of a boot sailing towards her mouth. Her arm raised to block at least a bit of that attack, but the sharp heel sliced through the right side of her lips with the rest of its momentum. Lain'd spit however, the smile she presented tinged a tad pink as her fingers sought to curl about that raised ankle and twist it severely to bring Jewell to the ground. "No. He picked me cuz he din' wanna come home t'sloppy eightieths." If she was successful in that ground drop, she'd set out to smash Jewell's right hand right into the ground with her heel. "Ya fricken cradlerobbed cuz ya lost th'best cuz yer mouth jus' CAN'T stay off everyone else." Jewell: That was always her downfall...literally. She never lowered her foot fast enough! This time it was lowered for her. She went crashing to the ground, rolling a little and bouncing back to her feet as quick as possible; her hand roughly pulled out from under Lain's boot with a tiny shout at the girl. A tiny stumble, her weight going on her right foot more. The insults washed right over her, she was confident enough to do that. She did have a huge ego at times. "That what he told you to make you feel better" He didn't tell you about how I stayed loyal for all those years he would go away, screwing whoever and whatever wasn't ball n' chained to someone else? Where you think Cass came from, hmm' All of my kids are legit...can't say the same about yer darling lover." While she spoke, she was gathering energy in her hand to send in a short blast at Lain's stomach.

Lain: "How old is Cassie" How long have YOU been with each other," she lifted her hand, tapping her temple. Blood dribbled down her chin and across her lips in half-assed make-up formation which she swiped at moments later. "Do th'math, chicklette. Thought'cha could with a brood like yers." Crystal blue eyes flicked directly towards Jewell's hand and the mana gathering there. If she had her old body, oh, could she steal that...But alas, she was left with trying to come up a creative way to get around it before it did too much damage. She pushed off with her foot, the rod in one hand, swinging for the left side of Jewell's knees as she tried to use her own momentum to move enough out of the way. The blast knocked her halfway askew in her side and she spun rapidly, like a kung-fu movie gone bad, dropping down to a knee and sucking in a great amount of oxygen. Her voice was raspy as she spoke however. "'Course....ya'd think ya'd learn t'keep yer legs shut after seven fricken kids....but oh well."

Jewell: She caught just the end of that swing, moving out of the way and further screwing up her ankle in the attempt. She finally paused for a moment, her breaths coming in painfully but that didn't stop her from practically shouting at Lain. "You really are an idiot, aren't you?" That's right, she stopped fighting to yell at her. "One, Cass came through the nexus you nitwit, time is distorted..he cheated on me to spawn her! Two, I didn't have seven fricken kids..I adopted the triplets from my sister..who died leaving them without anyone in the whole world." With her down, she did some quick work and tried to form some ice from the ground up to freeze the knee that was on the ground there.

Lain: New knowledge for her" Of course. But she's still under Renna's advice of 'letting it go.' Jewell, however, she couldn't let go of. True, she backed off, or so she said. But she had to come back in the first place....That thought alone sent Lain into a silent rage all her own that did a good job of masking the immense discomfort in her joints as she stood. The sudden drop of temperature around her foot made her jump and she noted the crystallizing spikes of ice climbing across her ankle. Magic fighting....she wasn't really fond of it. Especially with her lack of knowledge on Sariah's complete potential. Her foot twisted rapidly within the encasing ice and she even smashed half of it with the edge of the weapon to pulling herself free from it and make a running leap to close the distance between them. And since Jewell was on the ground already, she only had to pull back her foot slightly and send it sailing right for the woman's face. Lain wouldn't venture into the cheating portions of relationships - it wouldn't do for her surmounting anger at the present moment. She was sure to stumble herself back and stomp some feeling into her still chilled foot. She was concentrating on that more than anything else as she glared something fierce towards Jewell, a flare of white zipping through blue eyes for a small instant.

Jewell: She was half-rising as Lain's foot caught her in the eye practically, sending her back on her butt as pain exploded in her face. With only one eye opened, she returned Lain's glare with equal ferocity. The anger was getting to her, she wasn't thinking as hard before she acted. Using her skill of defying gravity—aka flying—she flew forward to all-out tackle Lain.

Lain: That made for the both of them. Sariah's calm demeanor kind of ran away at this point. She couldn't recall any time that she and Jewell had actually fought with each other, and despite the fact that she was....ick....family, she was having a damn good time with it. She wasn't even that loyal and friendly with the Bloods. Ask them, they'd tell you. She caught a slight flutter within her diaphragm and she stretched the staff horizontally before her to catch Jewell's attack. Her foot was brought up nimbly to keep her at a distance from the woman as she went down with a grunt and a grimace that soon melted into a rosy colored grin. "So what really happened...Ya find'em hangin' by a noose made'o th'love notes ya sent t'each other..? Or did he pull out his eyes from th'sight'o yer face an' walk off a cliff." Lain shoved the rod upwards, hard, towards Jewell's clavicle and pushed towards her stomach, hopefully to make the smaller woman fly off of her and back onto her face or something. Which was swelling nicely. Little inner praises going on, here. Jewell: Even as Lain pushed her away, and yeah..it hurt like hell, she clawed at her. Cat fight style, baby! Fingers, at least from the left hand as her right hand is busted up, ripped at some of those earrings in Lain's ears. "Actually..I just wore him out with sex. Mortals...just not made like they used to be." She couldn't take the pressure anymore, removing herself backwards and off, Lain's push helping her go. She hovered in the air above her a moment, snarling, before lowering herself to her two feet slowly. Lain: It wouldn't be very hard. Lain was fond of the chains. And she let out a mighty screech, despite her resolve not to show anything of pain towards her, as Jewell's fingers hooked into one of those said chains and just tore it straight from the cartilage of the long point. Crystal blue eyes washed over with a thin sheen of tears as she growled in frustration, kicking herself to her feet quickly and ignoring the throb and dribble of red down her ear that streaked her neck in a matter of moments. "Perhaps he wore yer gears out. Someone yer size's gotta stretch sometime. Always th'downside'o th'smaller models." That comment wasn't followed with any sort of gesture however, just a stare. She'd crossed the line with the jewelry thing.