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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2006 18:41:19 GMT -5
"I'm starting to think that you've been makin this up, ya cadette," Daray leaned on her gun which had no safety. The safety really depended on her energy which she could control when fed properly. She had control right now. "Why'd you help me out anyway if you're so high ranked, huh?" She asked, scoffing.
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Post by GBird on Nov 25, 2006 18:46:59 GMT -5
"'Help' is a pretty strong word." He told her. "Besides, you haven't got any right to call me that." He pointed at the shotgun he'd given her. "You didn't even check that. If you had, you'd have noticed it wasn't even loaded." He folded his arms. "All I did was make you carry my junk for me."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2006 18:49:52 GMT -5
Daray's fist began to shake, clenched at her side. The nerve of this person. Daray was no lackey. Oh if she were only a year younger and stronger, she'd be able to knock out this bloke with three blows to the head and manage to break bones. "Helping a woman in need and you make her your LACKEY? How DARE you?! Who the hell do you think you are?!" she asked, punching him, aimed for the jaw.
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Post by GBird on Nov 25, 2006 18:51:49 GMT -5
Byrd grabbed Daray's fist in mid-punch, his grip on her hand really, REALLY tight. The grip continued to get tighter, and it was clear that beneath his glove wasn't a human hand. "Don't try that again."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2006 18:54:30 GMT -5
"Gah!" Daray yelled in pain, closing her eyes tightly. Daray flinched, thinkning quickly. 'Damn this hurts!' she thought to herself then opened on clenched shut eye to look at him. A steal toed boot attempted contact from a kick upwards, aiming at the knee - shin area.
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Post by GBird on Nov 25, 2006 19:00:24 GMT -5
Byrd recoiled as Daray kicked his shin, but this only made his grip on Daray's hand tighter. He glared at her. "If I increase the pressure by only a small amount, I can break every finger in your hand. Do you want that?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2006 19:03:56 GMT -5
Daray had let out another yelp of pain, and shetried to pull her hand out of her grip. "No! Let go you son of a bitch!! Let GO!!!" Daray bared her teeth, growling at him. With her free hand she reached down for her gun, lifting it up and aiming. "Let go or I'll shoot!!" she threatened, but couldn't hide the tears behind her eyes that well from the pain.
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