"Fucking pigeon," Sin said looking up at the bird on the gun. This is what hand guns were for. And the bird found itself looking down the barrel of her favorite handgun.
Sin doesn't have any qualms about killing people or the cute animals of nature. If the woman had a barrel of kittens she'd be kicking them into traffic for her amusement.
Impromptu chiropractic aid aside, no it didn't feel very good. She hit the tar of the roof, "What the hell?" she snapped. She still had the gun in her hands and twisted to shoot whoever had landed on her back.
There was a hand on the gun before she could fully get it around, twisting it and using it as leverage to bend her wrist in a way it wasn't meant to bend.
Sin didn't make a noise when her wrist twisted and snapped. In fact, she was suddenly very still. Her guns were her only weapons, she had knifes on her two, it was just waiting the right moment with her free hand.
She suddenly reached for it and stabbed upwards quickly and violently. Suddenly, Sin was a ball of motion, despite being pinned down.
This was not a girl who was going to 'go quietly.'
"What toys?" She said sweetly, before moving so she could throw the knife, and throw it hard right at the guy. A little one on one fighting might just be what she needed.
Sin's gaze darkened noticeably at the use of that name, "Not my name," she said simply, "Least I won't have to tar and feather you - as it looks like you did a pretty good job of that yourself."
Those steel toed boots of hers were going to get a workout tonight as one foot went right for his knee.
Sam was not big on hitting women these days, but he used to be a pimp. He has fewer compunctions about it than most other people. He stepped inside her kick to block it, and aimed a punch straight for her gut.
"That was almost original. Shame daddy dearest already used that one first."
Sin was more a wild creature than a woman anyway, if you thought about it in the traditional sense. Little girls loved pet cats, Sin skinned cats as a kid, and so many other wonderful things.
"Oh, you've met Daddy and you haven't been skinned like a pig?" Oh well, more work for her to two. Shooting people and skinning capes. Today was a good day, kind of. She barely rolled out of the way of the gut punch, it hit her in the side instead.
Another knife appeared in her hand, she had about four or five more of them on her and this one went right for his leg.
A sweeping kick was delivered quickly and harshly, "Good thing I'm better than he is," she laughed.
The image of a nigger handing her Father's ass to him was so very, very gratifying. She wouldn't be able to look at him with a straight face for a very long time.
Blocking only took in some of the force, the rest was enough to knock her back some, "A cocky nigger, aren't you?" She kept her knife in her hand, this was going to be a knife fight on her part anyway.
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Sin doesn't have any qualms about killing people or the cute animals of nature. If the woman had a barrel of kittens she'd be kicking them into traffic for her amusement.
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The moment she drew the gun, a rather large man dressed like a bird landed hard on her back.
That should really help those ribs.
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This was not her day.
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She suddenly reached for it and stabbed upwards quickly and violently. Suddenly, Sin was a ball of motion, despite being pinned down.
This was not a girl who was going to 'go quietly.'
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"You might want to put the rest of those toys away before you get yourself hurt even more, little girl."
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Fucking Brock.
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"Give yourself up now, Ms. Holstein, 'fore I put more bruises on that flat white ass of yours."
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Those steel toed boots of hers were going to get a workout tonight as one foot went right for his knee.
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"That was almost original. Shame daddy dearest already used that one first."
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"Oh, you've met Daddy and you haven't been skinned like a pig?" Oh well, more work for her to two. Shooting people and skinning capes. Today was a good day, kind of. She barely rolled out of the way of the gut punch, it hit her in the side instead.
Another knife appeared in her hand, she had about four or five more of them on her and this one went right for his leg.
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"Your old man was too busy getting his ass handed to him."
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The image of a nigger handing her Father's ass to him was so very, very gratifying. She wouldn't be able to look at him with a straight face for a very long time.
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"That won't help you in the slightest."
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