☼ 47
This wou-
[A hiss, the soft squelch of blood, gritting teeth and a voice tinged with fury and bitterness]
Endre, you son of a-
[fumbling, a glass shattering, and the communicator being thrown violently before it shatters and the signal cuts off]
[ooc; tempting to have her redo her nice burns from the Empire, but here we have her own reflected weapon scorching her abdomen from when she was pursuing a criminal through Venice. ... And oh, when Abel was all stabbed and bleeding because of her and so were a whole lot of humans under that bridge she collapsed- yeah she's sorry about that :/ Bad memories all around.]
[A hiss, the soft squelch of blood, gritting teeth and a voice tinged with fury and bitterness]
Endre, you son of a-
[fumbling, a glass shattering, and the communicator being thrown violently before it shatters and the signal cuts off]
[ooc; tempting to have her redo her nice burns from the Empire, but here we have her own reflected weapon scorching her abdomen from when she was pursuing a criminal through Venice. ... And oh, when Abel was all stabbed and bleeding because of her and so were a whole lot of humans under that bridge she collapsed- yeah she's sorry about that :/ Bad memories all around.]