@virtuedsentinel " god you're blond. "
she grumbles it under her breath. she gives him an amused look from beneath her lashes when he steps closer.
" you should see the other guy. "
he also sounds have seen it when she first got it, it had healed a lot.
" i'm fine, steve. i've had worse. "
squeezing, constricting.
" have a special connection to the target? don't tell me i just killed your sugar daddy. "
she's lifting him in the air with ease.
once the club made contact, she looks more annoyed then anything else.
considerable strength for a normal man, but he was not enhanced. brave or stupid? that was always a fine line.
her hand lashes out, alarmingly quick, to wrap around his throat, +
disarmed, if only for a time, didn't mean she wasn't dangerous.
arms brought up, a boxer stepped into the ring with an assassin, and the steel cuts the air enough. she has a blade — pocket sized. but enough.
she might have asked him if he was serious about that club. she got her answer soon enough.
her reflexes were fast enough that she was able to fire the gun, only right as the club struck it, the bullet missing him completely. her first miss in a long time. a flash of anger +
his focus was on the wrong place - assumptions that she wasn't anything more than some down on her luck assassin. she had skill. cocky about it too.
great.
the man winces as the mechanism fires. too late to stop it.
the club swings and is thrown into the ground ahead.
crosses her striking features before she's sent tumbling to the floor with the man.
she's using the momentum to her advantage, her strength easily allowing her to maneuver them so she landed on top of him. she had managed to unsheathed a knife in the process, wordlessly +