Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk?

Friday followed up the knife assault with a series of well executed and oddly elegant back flips and gymnast actions of sorts, firing off volleys of magical arrows to combat the daggers thrown. After flipping back to a certain point, she would back flip once more and disappear, fazing out of sight. The very next moment, she was next to Hatter, kicking her scythe up from the ground as to make her fall. Friday smiled, jumping backward a few feet, yet not falling to the ground... she sloooooowwwly floated down.

"Oi!"

Hatter's scythe was indeed kicked from under her. Obviously, she hadn't been expecting that. She did a quick little flip, spinning all the way around before she balanced on her gunpoint... Her arm was shaking; she couldn't keep this up long!

"Notfun, notfun, notfun, YEOWCHIES!!"

Her arm gave out with a little yell from her, it being her weak arm. She tumbled to the ground, but kept hold of her scythe and gun... What she made sure of though was too make sure her feet didn't touch the ground... Was there still bad luck for falling on a crack?

Falling on a crack ended with the same results... None should touch the crack at all, for the magic imbued within activates once touched. Therefore, Hatter would experience terrible spinal pain as well as total paralysis within her body.

"... I forgot to mention... When I'm full, I'm at my full power..."

Friday laughed, touching the ground with just the tip of her foot, eyes gleaming for a moment, as they always did.

".. Well.. At least you can fight... Though, I deem it necessary to follow you... Just in case I DO get hungry soon.. I cannot afford to lose you."

She snapped her fingers and the effects of her Bad Luck magic would fade. She found this short battle to be over now.

Panting, Hatter whimpered, her eyes all unfocused from the pain before, though it did miraculously fade.

"Hatter doesn't like Friday's magics... Glad that she's Hatter's friend..."

She babbled, curling up into a tight ball, her crimson eyes staring off into the distance. Dark stormclouds appeared in Hatter's vision, though, as usual, this was something she was dreaming up again. Shivering, her teeth chattered as the first wave of water felt like it was drenching her.

"Have an umbrella? Don't wanna get s-s-soaked..."