Something wicked this way comes...

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He had been waiting for over 20 minutes.  They were taking their sweet time getting here.  Potion had about maybe 15 minutes to go, and it was still short one ingredient.  No sign of the Chimp yet, but hopefully he's at least tried to contact and, getting no answer, is calling the cavalry in as we speak.

Then he hears rustling from the woods, behind the house.  Figures, they're coming from the wrong direction.

He moves inside - hoping that by doing that, Hotshot and Green Shield, flanking him within the woods from each side, follow parallel.  He moves through the house, not even bothering to acknowlege Brainwave.

He gets out the back door when he sees the barn explode in a ball of fire.

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[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Enchantress backhands Sand across the mouth, her eyes glowing with rage. The backhand sends Sand rolling backwards onto the porch. She glares at him. "Society. Start finding his friends and start sending them to hell one by one."

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

The mask goes up on Sand's face. That's the cue. She's about as angry...and as focused on Sand instead of what's around her...as she's going to get.

"You first." Sand says.

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

Brainwave saw the whole thing from the nearby window. Sand's little grandstand did what it was supposed to do - draw attention away from the house in general. He hopes the psychic wards hold.

He tries something he hasn't done since Kahndaq. He reaches out and attempts to dominate her will for the two seconds necessary to cause her to speak one word.

Enchantress.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

It comes out before she even hints at what's going on.

"Enchantress...NO!!!"

She's suddenly surrounded by arc lighting, and in a moment, Enchantress is gone...

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

Brainwave to team, telepathic link established.

[jean-loring.livejournal.com]

...and in her place stands a very unmagical Jean Loring.

"E..."

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

NOW!!!!!

The next five things happen at once...as was planned.

Among the many humorous things baseball great Yogi Berra once said, one of Sand's favorites was actually sound strategy - "Hit 'em where they ain't.", meaning get the ball to an area where there were the fewest defenders to catch it.

In this case, it means using the confusion to switch partners at a moments notice. As Enchantress said the first syllable of her name, Sand was already underground...and up directly behind Psimon.

He knew if he shifted to silicoid form it would be too late - Psimon would know what was coming, so he settled for normal human strength - a crouching palm thrust right to the solarplexus, followed by a palm uppercut right up the bridge of his nose. The pain he was feeling at this moment would be superceding any attempt at mental domination he could imagine for at least the next several seconds.

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

It's been taking every. ounce. of. patience. she has to listen to this bitch talk shit about Sand - trying to glean something useful from the doomed love affair angle. Truth is in that moment, she's not thinking of Sand and Corrine or even that angel argument and Caleb's place in all this.

No...she's thinking of her Arrow boss who got dumped for Doc Boss after this cunt and Light had her a few rounds. That's why she gets the boxing glove arrow. It's a classic.

[jean-loring.livejournal.com]

"...chantr..."

She never finishes the word. The boxing glove nails her across the jaw. Given the strength of force behind the pull, the fact that the shot doesn't dislocate her jaw is a modern miracle of science.

She does slump to the floor, unconscious.