Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 1, 2020 11:15:15 GMT -4
She didn't just want to see blood anymore; that beautiful, beautiful red was staining the rat's - which she was using now just because she didn't like this dick - costume, its fur, and it was practically coughing it up, definitely bleeding out of its mouth. It was a wonderous sight, but she was too angry to relish it; it was a step in the right direction, but she wanted to see him dead. She felt nothing but utter fury towards this weird talking possum; he got in the way of justice, he denied her blood!
Neon knife in hand, she reached it up as the two of them rushed at each other, their hair whipping in the sudden rush, yelling as she readied to stab the monstrous little piece of shit in front of her, over and over and over and over, ready to relish in the kill, ready to feel flesh part from her hand over and over and over. She glared at him, swinging her hand down with a roar... but the thing was tiny, and it was fast, and she was stuck swinging her knife down at it. She couldn't react when he dived to the side and attacked her... right in the one spot that was exposed.
She heard a snap, and she felt pain. The whole world, in an instant, was pain. She went wide-eyed and gasped, but that came in as a wheeze. She instictively clutched her side, but even that was something she instantly regretted, making the pain flare up. Her ribs were in agony, and it was a familiar pain... her ribs were cracked... maybe even broken! This was bad, bad bad bad bad! Luzia screamed, letting out a curse of frustration and pain, instinctively backing away from her enemy, sending echoes of pain through her body as she whined. Suddenly, she was afraid; the pain made her barely able to see straight, she couldn't help herself from being hunched over, and moving was agony. 'Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!' The Painter grit her teeth in fury, but she was already starting to panic; in one instant, the tables were turned, and there was no telling how much farther this hero could go! She had to get out!
She whirled to the possum, glaring dizzily at him. "Bastard...!" She wheezed out, but as much as she wanted to make him pay, she had to run; her whole body, especially her side, was screaming at her to run, before he could hurt her more, and she followed her instincts, turning around and pushing through the crowd to start running. There were even a few of the Ragers that felt what she was doing, and decided to help her get away.
Neon knife in hand, she reached it up as the two of them rushed at each other, their hair whipping in the sudden rush, yelling as she readied to stab the monstrous little piece of shit in front of her, over and over and over and over, ready to relish in the kill, ready to feel flesh part from her hand over and over and over. She glared at him, swinging her hand down with a roar... but the thing was tiny, and it was fast, and she was stuck swinging her knife down at it. She couldn't react when he dived to the side and attacked her... right in the one spot that was exposed.
She heard a snap, and she felt pain. The whole world, in an instant, was pain. She went wide-eyed and gasped, but that came in as a wheeze. She instictively clutched her side, but even that was something she instantly regretted, making the pain flare up. Her ribs were in agony, and it was a familiar pain... her ribs were cracked... maybe even broken! This was bad, bad bad bad bad! Luzia screamed, letting out a curse of frustration and pain, instinctively backing away from her enemy, sending echoes of pain through her body as she whined. Suddenly, she was afraid; the pain made her barely able to see straight, she couldn't help herself from being hunched over, and moving was agony. 'Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!' The Painter grit her teeth in fury, but she was already starting to panic; in one instant, the tables were turned, and there was no telling how much farther this hero could go! She had to get out!
She whirled to the possum, glaring dizzily at him. "Bastard...!" She wheezed out, but as much as she wanted to make him pay, she had to run; her whole body, especially her side, was screaming at her to run, before he could hurt her more, and she followed her instincts, turning around and pushing through the crowd to start running. There were even a few of the Ragers that felt what she was doing, and decided to help her get away.
