Letting Off Steam

[Oriena]

Ori wasn’t interested in fair, nor in talking. And neither was she particularly interested in winning. She watched the stranger don gear with a dispassion that suggested she found it a waste of time, but when someone chucked the same at her she only rolled her eyes and got on with it.

“You won’t kill me, sweetheart.” It seemed an odd fucking thing to say, but who was Ori to comment on a little viciousness? She glanced at her anew, but by the smirk she only appreciated the confidence. “But sure, that seems like a fine rule. Are we done talking?”