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Who: Larxene, Euphemia
When: Now.
Where: Somewhere around the lower level.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: Larxene steps up to take care of the woman talking to Rufus~ JEALOUS MUCH.

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[xeuphonious]

In between acting like a regular bitch to anyone who dared cross her path and fixing her impeccable hair to remain looking like the regal princess she was, the person formerly known as sweet Princess Euphemia had indeed been at the clock tower, arms folded across her chest as she awaited Larxene. The blonde was thought of as nothing more than a delightful little insect Euphemia would enjoy crushing under the heel of her stiletto, nevermind the fact Euphemia had absolutely no physical strength whatsoever, and without the assistance of the Knightmare frames from her world, she was pretty useless aside from her stinging slap

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Larxene's reflexes were, for all intents and purposes, plenty lightning quick to have stopped such an assault. She didn't let it get far enough to hurt. Rather, one of her own hands snapped up, catching hold of Euphemia's wrist between deceptively delicate fingers that hid surprising strength. She could toss teenage boys around like nothing, then dealing with this was almost laughable.

She caught that wrist, and she squeezed.

"Now, now, princess. Hardly the way to go greeting a lady, is it?" the Nobody hummed in a sickeningly sweet tone, almost sing-song. She squeezed tighter, debating the multitude of ways one could break a person's wrist, and what might be the most creative and uncomfortable. Surely giving her the chance to apologize and grovel just yet was the boring way to go about things. It'd been ages since Larxene had been given any sort of doorway to torment anyone this way, and for as short-lived as she knew it would be, she'd ensure that she enjoyed every second of it.

[xeuphonious]

Euphemia had hardly expected the thin whippet of a woman coming her way to possess any strength herself; surprising how appearances could do that. She tensed visibly, gritting her teeth to take the pain of whatever the hell Larxene was doing to her wrist. It took her a moment to find her voice, shuffled under the pain she was not used to, the anger that seemed quite foreign, that distinct bite for violence she did not usually find within herself, seething in her belly like an animal.

"I don't see a lady here," Euphemia replied, proud with her voice still delicate and high-pitched, like a nightingale prior but now more comparable to a banshee squeal, "All I see is an annoying little bitch who spits out too much shit out the wrong end." Euphemia narrowed her eyes; it was quite unfortunate that of all people, Euphemia would choose to mess with... Larxene when in this "condition".

Euphemia, while like this, would not back down.

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"Unfortunate." Larxene sighed, head tilting as though thoughtful. "Your eyes mus not be doing you a lot of good, then, are they?"

Lightning-quick really was the best way to describe her movements, far too fast to track - especially for one unprepared and unable to do much in the way of defense. Larxene gave that captured wrist a sharp jerk to one side, pleased by the satisfying pop of bones. (Whether they'd broken or dislocated or... whatever, she didn't know, nor did she care. Pain was pain, regardless.) In the next instant, the Nobody was pushing forward, shoving the other woman back. One step, two, three - continuing until she could slam Euphemia right back against the cold, flat wall of the clock tower's side