[his companion somehow manages to be even less intimidating on the appearance front: five foot fucking nothing and covered in scars from head to toe, like a porcelain doll someone had seen fit to reglue after an accident. it's not really what you want on your side in a fight, but no one's apparently told Hazel - even before the novice she'd been antagonizing decides to take this altercation to the stands she'd have met Yuri's incredulous gaze with a shitty grin. this is what happens when you don't pay off people asking for incentives, my friend!
the only saving grace is that Hazel's got no intentions of abandoning the guy to the aftermath of her actions all by himself. he really could have easily avoided this, in her opinion, but that didn't mean he needed to get fucking ground into a paste for it. hell, maybe by the end of this Yuri would even thank her for the only entertainment this match had given him.
(yeah, sure.)]
Like that's supposed fucking scare me after seeing your offense.
[is she continuing her trash talk to pump herself up, or Yuri? it's impossible to say. whatever the answer is she's not giving the novice much time to respond, swiftly moving from her spot in the stands soon after issuing her derisive comment. it looks as if she's trying to flee, unable to put her money where her mouth is; the very thought enrages her foe, who picks up the pace to try and intercept her. unfortunately she isn't running from the man, but towards him...to throw herself bodily at him in a tackle laced with a colorful array of obscenities. there's no fucking mental weakness here, that's for sure!]
and the award for 'dying before they ever leave the test drive' goes to...
the only saving grace is that Hazel's got no intentions of abandoning the guy to the aftermath of her actions all by himself. he really could have easily avoided this, in her opinion, but that didn't mean he needed to get fucking ground into a paste for it. hell, maybe by the end of this Yuri would even thank her for the only entertainment this match had given him.
(yeah, sure.)]
Like that's supposed fucking scare me after seeing your offense.
[is she continuing her trash talk to pump herself up, or Yuri? it's impossible to say. whatever the answer is she's not giving the novice much time to respond, swiftly moving from her spot in the stands soon after issuing her derisive comment. it looks as if she's trying to flee, unable to put her money where her mouth is; the very thought enrages her foe, who picks up the pace to try and intercept her. unfortunately she isn't running from the man, but towards him...to throw herself bodily at him in a tackle laced with a colorful array of obscenities. there's no fucking mental weakness here, that's for sure!]