No fic is complete without a description of the protagonists...
Buttercup growled, "I'm gonna find a way to get you! I'll bring you down for all those people you killed!" she screamed, fighting Blossom's grasp. The black haired girl was furious but that was hardly surprising. Buttercup had a very short fuse and was rarely ever as sweet as her sisters. When it came to fights like these, she would be the first to jump in, mouth off and end up either beating the enemy or getting beat up herself. Her cockiness was her weakness, and overestimating herself was often her downfall. As was the case here.
Blossom, meanwhile, kept a cool head almost all the time. Her long vermillion hair streamed behind her, tied up by a large red bow on her head, forming what looked like rabbit ears atop her. She was the brains of the group, generally because the others lacked the quality. Buttercup was forever too busy jumping the gun and launching herself at the enemy to think, whilst Bubbles was often too ditzy to even see straight. It was hard being leader.
Bubbles merely regarded the plume of black energy with childish fascination. The youngest, mentally, of the girls she was often very carefree and innocent, and sometimes that was used against her. But when people, or better still her sisters, were in trouble her mind left her childish ways behind and, when she got angry enough, she was sometimes the most lethal of the three mini titans. Her colour was blue, clear and soft. A light blue, blending with the sky, her curls of straw tied up in two small pigtails.
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