the moment she gets to see him again, the third of its kind, the fury in his gaze as delightful as ever as she once more stands above him, a sneer pulling itself over her lips.
(if only icons counted for stagger damage.)
still, she raises her hands in greeting, making sure he can see her weapon. see? they match. isn't that nice? you can see a lot from those who are on the same wavelength as you, after all. )
Yo, Sinclair! It feels like it was just minutes ago I saw you... Ahhh, you were so much bloodier then. ( a little laugh. ) Well, so was I.
( not her own blood, though. even now, the pink stains on her uniform don't belong to her— they never do. she pauses briefly, watching him; then, she raises her knife as if it were a sword, blade pointed down to him. )
Shall we finish what you started, Sinclair? Looking at your face makes me want to see it contort in pain again.
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the moment she gets to see him again, the third of its kind, the fury in his gaze as delightful as ever as she once more stands above him, a sneer pulling itself over her lips.
(if only icons counted for stagger damage.)
still, she raises her hands in greeting, making sure he can see her weapon. see? they match. isn't that nice? you can see a lot from those who are on the same wavelength as you, after all. )
Yo, Sinclair! It feels like it was just minutes ago I saw you... Ahhh, you were so much bloodier then. ( a little laugh. ) Well, so was I.
( not her own blood, though. even now, the pink stains on her uniform don't belong to her— they never do. she pauses briefly, watching him; then, she raises her knife as if it were a sword, blade pointed down to him. )
Shall we finish what you started, Sinclair? Looking at your face makes me want to see it contort in pain again.