[well, cool, now she can't reach her sword and she feels like she'd rather be face down in the dirt and just fucking let this madman cap her execution style. she could spit. this is insanity, this isn't what she came here for, and there's anger building back in her voice because she's not going to sit here and let this be the end of it, dammit.]
You brought a gun to a sword fight, shithead! I'm not out here to get my shit ventilated!
[she pushes herself off the ground and into the air with a flap of her wings. now that the wind is back in her chest, she feels all kinds of different things, none of them especially good or smart. she spins around in the air to face this fucking lunatic.]
If you already know you're gonna win, why the fuck did you even start anything?
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Date: 2018-04-30 05:16 pm (UTC)You brought a gun to a sword fight, shithead! I'm not out here to get my shit ventilated!
[she pushes herself off the ground and into the air with a flap of her wings. now that the wind is back in her chest, she feels all kinds of different things, none of them especially good or smart. she spins around in the air to face this fucking lunatic.]
If you already know you're gonna win, why the fuck did you even start anything?