Aah, was that her meal for tonight? She had to smirk. The thing that caught her eye first were those ridiculous sunglasses. Wearing sunglasses in the dead of night, with hardly a moon to light the way. Wasn't that a bit unwise? How could he possibly see a damned thing?
Wasn't there an 80's song about that?
She narrowed her eyes, reaching down to her boots to unsheathe the daggers she kept stowed there. She tossed them to the side as she drew closer, kicking sand behind her to cover them. She didn't want to tempt herself with them, even if she couldn't manage to find them again afterward.
Selene smiled pleasantly -- well, as pleasantly as she could manage, fangs digging into her lower lip -- and took a firm stance about ten paces away from the man.
"Nice glasses," she mocked, voice heavy with the lilt of a British accent. "Tres chic."
"Nice face. A shame I have to break it." His voice was more akin to a growl than anything, low and rough. K' always wore his sunglasses. His eyes were sensitive to the light, it gave him migraines. It was nighttime, but he could see well enough. Once he began fighting, there would be more than enough light.
She was pretty. Not that it had mattered. He had fought against plenty of pretty girls. Had been hurt by plenty of pretty girls. Looks, age and sex didn't mean shit when fighting was involved. A narrowing of amber-hued eyes behind crimson lenses, and he lifted his hand. Flames began to lick over red-gloved fingers, brightly burning in the darkness of the night.
Fire? This would be quite a little spat. It could be argued that this was playing dirty, as she certainly didn't have any aces like that up her sleeve. It didn't matter though. This would be over soon enough, flaming fist or not. Selene vaguely wondered if his blood would taste like fire.
With that thought driving her, exciting her to the point of a frenzy, she started forward with a jolt. Her fist pulled back, readying her first strike. She would have come at him and landed a painful set of knuckles right against his cheekbone... had she not dropped to her knee at the last moment. Her left leg came out to take a swipe behind his knees. To knock him on the ground after a brief distraction, that was her first aim.
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Wasn't there an 80's song about that?
She narrowed her eyes, reaching down to her boots to unsheathe the daggers she kept stowed there. She tossed them to the side as she drew closer, kicking sand behind her to cover them. She didn't want to tempt herself with them, even if she couldn't manage to find them again afterward.
Selene smiled pleasantly -- well, as pleasantly as she could manage, fangs digging into her lower lip -- and took a firm stance about ten paces away from the man.
"Nice glasses," she mocked, voice heavy with the lilt of a British accent. "Tres chic."
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His voice was more akin to a growl than anything, low and rough. K' always wore his sunglasses. His eyes were sensitive to the light, it gave him migraines. It was nighttime, but he could see well enough. Once he began fighting, there would be more than enough light.
She was pretty. Not that it had mattered. He had fought against plenty of pretty girls. Had been hurt by plenty of pretty girls. Looks, age and sex didn't mean shit when fighting was involved. A narrowing of amber-hued eyes behind crimson lenses, and he lifted his hand. Flames began to lick over red-gloved fingers, brightly burning in the darkness of the night.
"Bring it on."
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With that thought driving her, exciting her to the point of a frenzy, she started forward with a jolt. Her fist pulled back, readying her first strike. She would have come at him and landed a painful set of knuckles right against his cheekbone... had she not dropped to her knee at the last moment. Her left leg came out to take a swipe behind his knees. To knock him on the ground after a brief distraction, that was her first aim.
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