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cos i'll hammer your toe like i'm a pediatrician
WHO:
swwag and
tastingcolors
WHERE: An alleyway not far from Nygma Manor
WHEN: Friday morning
WARNINGS: Definite violence
SUMMARY: A long-awaited confrontation turns out to be a little less than expected, and happens for a completely different purpose.
FORMAT: Para
She hadn't slept at all that night. There were more pressing matters at the moment.
She was well aware of the strain on her eyes and the bags underneath them, they were from focusing on the same spot for more hours than she'd kept track of at this point. This is something that simply had to be done, and she was the one to do it. But it would take patience. It couldn't be done here, there were too many others to be dealt with. No, she'd have to wait until he was more isolated.
But he was arrogant. Getting him alone would be no chore.
It was almost too easy.
The only regret she had, as she watched from the hidden spot across the street she'd been waiting from all night, is that she wouldn't have opportunity to relish this confrontation as much as she may have otherwise liked. It's true, she would cause as much pain as necessary to Eridan Ampora today, but he wasn't her ultimate goal here.
She had bigger fish to fry.
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WHERE: An alleyway not far from Nygma Manor
WHEN: Friday morning
WARNINGS: Definite violence
SUMMARY: A long-awaited confrontation turns out to be a little less than expected, and happens for a completely different purpose.
FORMAT: Para
She hadn't slept at all that night. There were more pressing matters at the moment.
She was well aware of the strain on her eyes and the bags underneath them, they were from focusing on the same spot for more hours than she'd kept track of at this point. This is something that simply had to be done, and she was the one to do it. But it would take patience. It couldn't be done here, there were too many others to be dealt with. No, she'd have to wait until he was more isolated.
But he was arrogant. Getting him alone would be no chore.
It was almost too easy.
The only regret she had, as she watched from the hidden spot across the street she'd been waiting from all night, is that she wouldn't have opportunity to relish this confrontation as much as she may have otherwise liked. It's true, she would cause as much pain as necessary to Eridan Ampora today, but he wasn't her ultimate goal here.
She had bigger fish to fry.
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"If that really is the case, then it's a shame I'll be unable to spare you the indignity this way. Though perhaps I prefer it that way!" And with that she took off running in what looked like it would be straight at him, but soon she veered to the side and leaped right past him with tremendous speed. Kicking off the bottom of the fire escape above, she shot back around with a kick aimed at his back.
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Snarling, he fired again. A few of his shallower wounds from his semi-recent tiff with Rose had reopened, and stung.
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Then she decided to twist his arm a little more.
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Then she broke his wrist.
"Fuckin' shit," he snarled back through the pain, as his wand fell from his hand. He lunged, grabbing at her shirt to (hopefully, he wasn't exactly on his game before the fight even started) drag her head down for a very unprincely headbutt.
This was not going as well as he would've hoped.
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Close quarters like these always left one very serviceable option.
And so she swung a foot right into his bulge.
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Eridan grunted low, sinking to his knees. On instinct, he pawed blindly for his wand, looking to finish this.
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She'd need a quick nip of his blood to take care of this wound, and she wasn't looking forward to that. And because she couldn't let him bleed out and die, (and gog how that frustrated her,) she'd have to dress the wound afterward. She may even set his wrist, if she's feeling generous.
But he'd still have to look good for it. And so, she punched him in the face, in hopes he'd finally black out already.
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Almost.
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nightmorning light.There would still be much to do today.