Blue Moon [Active/Closed]

[dead_mans_queen]

Characters: Anita Blake, Zetsu
Setting: Greenhouse
Time: Day 004, late morning
Summary: Zetsu and Anita's first encounter after the latter knocks the former cold.
Warnings: Language!

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[weeatbodies]

The growl deepened as Anita approached; several long moments of staring, however, proved that she had nothing dangerous ready for immediate use. A hand on one gun, yes, but that would have to be drawn, aimed, and possibly have that one switch flicked before the trigger could be pulled; he thought he might be able to scrape together the chakra to meld out of danger, if not before she fired, then at least as it was taking place. That was probably the only reason he didn't make an (awkward and slow, most likely, given his state of disrepair) attempt to leave himself.

As it was, he fell back into uneasy silence, debating on how bad his condition was versus how good she might taste; he knew he wasn't in any condition to fight, but damn if it wasn't tempting to latch onto her ankle right now. "You damn near always have a choice." He retorted sourly. "Non-lethal force versus trying to kill me, for example. Taking out a man's legs leaves him not much more dangerous than if he's unconscious, if he doesn't have a gun or something." He scowled; personally, Zetsu thought he had every right to be bitter for her blatant (and almost literal) overkill. Plus, he still hated guns, and last night had not endeared him to them any.