08-02-2013, 08:24 PM
Light a crapbag on fire and shove it in her face.
Rune had a feeling Snow was going to try something. The way he twiddled that beer bottle to his lips like that with his expression flat as Texas, well, she didn't let him crawl under her skin. He was just gonna have to suck it up and deal--
--A glint of glass and Rune's knee collapsed in a harsh twinge. Then a grunt barked from between her teeth and she stumbled backward, half-crashing, half-stumbling into the ramshackle front door. She stayed bent a tad, gasping for air and stars speckling her vision.
Alright, so Rune gathered her senses about her within a second or two, swallowed her angst and frustration and annoyance and focused. Her ribs hurt, but the body was secondary to the scent on the air. She was waiting for it, that irrefutable sensation of fury, violence and outrage. But nothing ever coalesced. Snow was just...nothing.
Oh. Ok, then.
She took a weakened stance and worked her hand around to the door handle behind her back, twisting and hoping it was unlocked. She leant forward, resting her hands on her knees like she were going to catch her breath, but the bend gave her ample chance to snatch the empty beer bottle which rolled nearby in the scuffle. The second the door gave, she shoved it open with her backside and snatched it up. In a breath she was backed into the interior of the trailer. Where she was sure to find at least some sort of better weapon. Non-deadly, of course.
Grand tour was starting now? She kept her cat-like dare and waved that he follow. Inviting Snow into his own little tin can, now that was her idea of getting things off on the right foot.
"Aggressive salmon? What am I? Floppin' upstream? That doesn't even make sense. Cuddles."
Facing reality now. Size really does matter. But it's not everything. Hood may be bigger, but that didn't mean he was faster or smarter or hotter than she. It also didn't mean she was immune to playing dirty. And she had a killer uppercut, and their height-difference put Hood's groin right in play.
Flipping the bottle 'round for better grip, she got a look at the label and cringed with awful recognition. "Seriously? We gotta get you out more." She jabbed at his tastes and stepped just out of being directly in front of him. He had to get through the doorway still afterall, and letting him have a head-on shot was just poor planning.
"Why dontcha pop your top bro-cifer and we'll round this ring right n' Holyfield."
Rune had a feeling Snow was going to try something. The way he twiddled that beer bottle to his lips like that with his expression flat as Texas, well, she didn't let him crawl under her skin. He was just gonna have to suck it up and deal--
--A glint of glass and Rune's knee collapsed in a harsh twinge. Then a grunt barked from between her teeth and she stumbled backward, half-crashing, half-stumbling into the ramshackle front door. She stayed bent a tad, gasping for air and stars speckling her vision.
Alright, so Rune gathered her senses about her within a second or two, swallowed her angst and frustration and annoyance and focused. Her ribs hurt, but the body was secondary to the scent on the air. She was waiting for it, that irrefutable sensation of fury, violence and outrage. But nothing ever coalesced. Snow was just...nothing.
Oh. Ok, then.
She took a weakened stance and worked her hand around to the door handle behind her back, twisting and hoping it was unlocked. She leant forward, resting her hands on her knees like she were going to catch her breath, but the bend gave her ample chance to snatch the empty beer bottle which rolled nearby in the scuffle. The second the door gave, she shoved it open with her backside and snatched it up. In a breath she was backed into the interior of the trailer. Where she was sure to find at least some sort of better weapon. Non-deadly, of course.
Grand tour was starting now? She kept her cat-like dare and waved that he follow. Inviting Snow into his own little tin can, now that was her idea of getting things off on the right foot.
"Aggressive salmon? What am I? Floppin' upstream? That doesn't even make sense. Cuddles."
Facing reality now. Size really does matter. But it's not everything. Hood may be bigger, but that didn't mean he was faster or smarter or hotter than she. It also didn't mean she was immune to playing dirty. And she had a killer uppercut, and their height-difference put Hood's groin right in play.
Flipping the bottle 'round for better grip, she got a look at the label and cringed with awful recognition. "Seriously? We gotta get you out more." She jabbed at his tastes and stepped just out of being directly in front of him. He had to get through the doorway still afterall, and letting him have a head-on shot was just poor planning.
"Why dontcha pop your top bro-cifer and we'll round this ring right n' Holyfield."