@SpikedBattler Her eyes glint oddly, just for a fraction of a second. Indeed, she did have a trial; it wasnโt the way Steve was thinking.
โI think so. It hasnโt been my turn in a while, Iโm overdue.โ
Oh how Meg hoped sheโd get the chance to face off against him, see the look of realisation.
She hopes it works; no-one deserves to have their insides crawling with spiders.
โFingers crossed for you.โ
If luck was on his side, he wouldnโt manage to deliverance for once. How ironic.
" g-great, I'll get back to you after the trial if it worked, in any way. "
now he was just beginning to attempt escape, hopefully he isn't going to kobe right out the hook.
Meg smiles, wiping the blade against a handkerchief from her jacket pocket.
โSince you asked so nicely, Iโll give you my real name. Itโs Meg.โ
She wasnโt sure if it was allowed for the killers to disclose their real name, but frankly the redhead didnโt give a shit.
Bringing the blade down upon him, Meg incapacitated the other swiftly, scrunching her nose up in disgust when she lifted his spider-riddled body. One even landed on her.
Eww!
โUp you go.โ
She wasnโt sure if placing him on a sacrificial hook would work but it was worth a shot.
Now after everything Meg has been through, she wasnโt vibing with the sight before her.
โOkay, yeah I see. Letโs fix this.โ
She takes out a iridescent blade, intending on downing and hooking the poor soul.
With a grin, she sauntered over to the male, eyes quickly flicking over his form. Damn his stupid body.
โIโm just peachy.โ
Once she was as close as she wanted to be, her hand fell to her hip in a rather sassy manner.
โWhat about you, pretty boy?โ
โHey there Harrington.โ She smiles impishly, waving her fingers in a delicate wave.
Meg would be lying if she said Steve wasnโt her favourite sight in this hellscape. But she couldnโt let that dictate her role on the opposing side.