[ Oops. She's mad. So she screams, but whether that is because he's closer to the truth then she wants to admit or simply because the idea bothers her... it's hard to tell. ]
[ It's not over yet. She twists her arms in his hold; too fast and forced to be anything but painful, even for her. But it allows her to grab his wrists in return and -- putting pressure on them and thrusting her knee up into his thigh. ]
[ He wouldn't expect anything less. Hallelujah takes the hit and it visibly ripples through him, enough to make the corners of his eyes pinch. He flashes a fanged grin and slams the flat of his arm against her, using the opportunity to lash out and grab the leg she'd kicked him with.
[ She stumbles back, but if anything, her grip tightens.
If she's going down, she's taking you down with her. The idea is that if she changes the direction, she might get enough momentum to end up on top and pin Hallelujah down. She can't free her leg just yet, so that's a disadvantage, but like hell if she isn't going to try. ]
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I would advise you behave yourself.
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♥]Ohh? Are you going to come over here and make me?
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[ Try her. ]
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I guess we'll just call this an invitation then, Miss Perfect Super Soldier. You should be grateful I'm being so polite.
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[ Something about you just always rubs her the wrong way. ]
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[ He does try. ]
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Bad dogs get put down.
[ Would you like her to put you out of your misery? She sure would love to.... ]
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[ Go on. ]
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[ She doesn't want to hear about that from you. :T ]
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Sure it doesn't! Just the kind of thing a good little guard dog would say. Point you in the right direction and you'll shoot!
And you think we're so different.
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I am nothing like you!
[ Oops. She's mad. So she screams, but whether that is because he's closer to the truth then she wants to admit or simply because the idea bothers her... it's hard to tell. ]
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[ Her fingers are really itching to close around his neck. ]
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Should I tell you a secret then?
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I'm not interested in any lies that would come from your mouth.
[ The next opportunity she gets, she probably will - pounce, and squeeze his neck tight until he has no choice but to close his big mouth. ]
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Heh, always the same, aren't you? It's not a lie.
I'm always looking for a fight.
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And you'll have it.
[ She practically snarled, lunging for his throat. ]
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Blood, bones, muscle--something about hand-to-hand was always sweeter. ]
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[ It's not over yet. She twists her arms in his hold; too fast and forced to be anything but painful, even for her. But it allows her to grab his wrists in return and -- putting pressure on them and thrusting her knee up into his thigh. ]
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Care to take a fall with him, girlie? ]
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If she's going down, she's taking you down with her. The idea is that if she changes the direction, she might get enough momentum to end up on top and pin Hallelujah down. She can't free her leg just yet, so that's a disadvantage, but like hell if she isn't going to try. ]