~Kristals and Academies~ My OC Book!

British woman.

Physell is full on British.

Gang Leader - Serena: Hey, guys, I've found someone.

Gang Members: What do you mean ma'am?

Serena: Well, you see, I've found this guy, he's quite popular and he's tough and kind... It appears that I've fallen for him.

Member: Really? So, what do you want us to do?

Serena: I want you guys to take out any other love interests by any means necessary, then he'll fall for me and me only.

Members: Yes Ma'am!

The gangsters started walking, but then one of the guys got crushed by falling debris.

Member: WILL NO-

???: Do be quiet, won't you?

Serena: Who are you, and how dare you attack us!

Physell steps out of the shadows.

Physell: Me? Why, I have not done anything wrong. Your friend just ran into a spot of bad luck, that's all.

Member: Wait, she's British! It was believed they went extinct years ago!

Physell: Oh my, what a fantastic coincidence!

Physell quickly grabs two of their throats and chokes them.

Physell: You are going extinct today.~

With a deafening *CRACK* she broke their necks, and drops their limp bodies on the floor.

Members: KILL HER!

The 15 surviving members charged at her, before getting stopped in their tracks. A scrap of metal flew by and beheaded two, one slipped on a puddle and smashed their skull on the floor, three got blasted by a torrent of water and smashed their spines against the wall and seven got crushed by random falling debris. The last two were quickly dispatched by Physell herself.

Serena: You monster!

Physell: Oh, and you are one to talk? Just a few minutes ago you were going to kill your competition. In my personal opinion, that is something much more, oh, how do they say it, "Yandere" than me.

Physell shoots a small energy dart into Serena.

Serena: Huh?! What's this?!

Physell: That would be my magical power, Jinx, with it's attack as well, Superstitious Charm, now that you are effected, your life will be forever cursed with bad luck. Now, I bid you adieu.

Serena: NO...! GET BACK HERE!

Physell: I know very well who your heart belongs to, but I just can't help loving you... That's why I have dedicated my life to helping you secure a happy lifetime for as long as I can.

Sweet dreams, Aether.
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Cile: Ah, tha British are foc*** attackin! (Oh yeah, Cile is Scottish.)

Physell: That is British Woman to you.

Cile: Do ye shave?

Physell: Excuse-

Cile: British Man.