Holding the little machine up near her face, Elena quirked a grin. The little slasher was much more diminutive than its predecessors. Wouldn't Scarlett know that it would pose no real threat to any intruder? Of course, the damn thing would let her know that somebody had been intruding in her private space - there was no way to put every little thing back the way it was and there was a good chance the mini-slasher would continue rounds until its master returned. But even that thought didn't take away the cuteness of it.
"You know, you're kind of..."
She stopped mid-sentence, curious as the tiny machine whirred into secondary action and the pain receptors in her hands flared as defensive spikes dug into the meat of her palm. Emitting a gasp of surprise, she released the mini-slasher and eyed the now-bleeding hand. Thick, crimson blood oozed up through the alarmingly deep gashes that stretched from the center of her palm to the base of her ring finger and was already dripping on the aging wood floors. Aaaaoooooowww!!
"Why you little! H-hey!"
Okay, so maybe she underestimated Scarlett. And the stupid little Mini-Slasher who was now trying to turn her into a well beaten piece of Turk meat. Though the bullets weren't strong enough to pierce her clothes, and thus her skin, the pellets it was firing at her were going fast enough to hurt. And the odds of bruising were increasing with every round that bounced off her frame. Growling with growing frustration, she grabbed the closest thing she could find with her non-bloodied hand from the array of potential weapons from Scarlett's desk. A satisfied smirk formed as she glanced at her weapon: an unused pad of graph paper. Hazel eyes glinted with a devilish desire to destroy the demonic doohickey.
"Come here, you," she cooed, swinging the pad of paper at the mini-slasher. While she hoped that her swing would knock it straight onto the woman's bed, she wasn't about to be worried if the stupid thing crashed against the wall and shattered into a million pieces.
The mini-slasher didn't stop its attack even after it was dropped. The small engines on its back kicked into gear yet again and stopped the small defensive weapon from crashing onto the ground.
Retracting the now-bloodied spikes, the slasher regained its balance. Its movements were swift as it narrowly missed the initial swing of the papers. Locking its attention back onto Elena, the mini-slasher barrelled in forward to slice its spinning spikes along Elena's ankles.
This was not going according to plan. If anything, this was becoming a disaster and fast. Not only was this taking much longer than required, but now there was forensic evidence of her presence here, if either Scarlett or Rufus or even Tseng required a diagnostic check of the blood, now hidden away by the Mini-slasher's spikes. And her hand still continued to bleed and was now coupled with a persistent throbbing that pulsated at an angry speed. Using the end of her jacket to staunch the bleeding, she was now down to a single arm to fight and defend herself with
Scowling as the slasher missed her initial attack, her eyes moved to follow the mini-Slasher. Spikes unsheathed once more, its course towards her ankles was noted, Elena gave a fast thanks to Shiva for the opportunity. She'd be making a little bit of noise. So sue her. The job would be done and the information gathered. Then she could finally go and tend to her wound.
As the mini-slasher barreled closer, she waited until it was in range before jumping, feet aimed at crushing the little monster flat into the floor.
"You know, you're kind of..."
She stopped mid-sentence, curious as the tiny machine whirred into secondary action and the pain receptors in her hands flared as defensive spikes dug into the meat of her palm. Emitting a gasp of surprise, she released the mini-slasher and eyed the now-bleeding hand. Thick, crimson blood oozed up through the alarmingly deep gashes that stretched from the center of her palm to the base of her ring finger and was already dripping on the aging wood floors. Aaaaoooooowww!!
"Why you little! H-hey!"
Okay, so maybe she underestimated Scarlett. And the stupid little Mini-Slasher who was now trying to turn her into a well beaten piece of Turk meat. Though the bullets weren't strong enough to pierce her clothes, and thus her skin, the pellets it was firing at her were going fast enough to hurt. And the odds of bruising were increasing with every round that bounced off her frame. Growling with growing frustration, she grabbed the closest thing she could find with her non-bloodied hand from the array of potential weapons from Scarlett's desk. A satisfied smirk formed as she glanced at her weapon: an unused pad of graph paper. Hazel eyes glinted with a devilish desire to destroy the demonic doohickey.
"Come here, you," she cooed, swinging the pad of paper at the mini-slasher. While she hoped that her swing would knock it straight onto the woman's bed, she wasn't about to be worried if the stupid thing crashed against the wall and shattered into a million pieces.
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Retracting the now-bloodied spikes, the slasher regained its balance. Its movements were swift as it narrowly missed the initial swing of the papers. Locking its attention back onto Elena, the mini-slasher barrelled in forward to slice its spinning spikes along Elena's ankles.
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Scowling as the slasher missed her initial attack, her eyes moved to follow the mini-Slasher. Spikes unsheathed once more, its course towards her ankles was noted, Elena gave a fast thanks to Shiva for the opportunity. She'd be making a little bit of noise. So sue her. The job would be done and the information gathered. Then she could finally go and tend to her wound.
As the mini-slasher barreled closer, she waited until it was in range before jumping, feet aimed at crushing the little monster flat into the floor.
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