[ It's almost like there's an odd haze over everything. She can hear him — she knows Rex's voice, and she knows he's telling her to stop, but there's a funny disconnect to it all, like she can't quite remember why that should matter. Or maybe it just matters less that this sudden surge of adrenaline — the driving aggression, the impulse to draw blood. Her whole body sings with it, and it comes a little too naturally to her, toxic gas or no. She comes from a primitive people, their Andy, a race that only adapted to the stars when their homeworld was left in ruins, and it's in her DNA, to charge into battle with nothing more than a sharp object in her hand.
The sound of her knife scraping against his armor sends electricity right down her spine.
She can't stop. She can't think. It's like a switch has been flipped. All she wants is the violence. Friend or foe — it doesn't matter.
Her bloodshot eyes flicker down when he reaches for his vibroblade, and her mouth cuts into a smirk, mean and amused. ]
Come on, babe. [ She lunges at him again, keeping right on him, not giving him a second to catch his footing as she swipes at him again, agile as she ever was and not holding back — not the way she does when they spar. ] Not going to go for the blasters? I'm going to gut you, if you try to play nice —
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The sound of her knife scraping against his armor sends electricity right down her spine.
She can't stop. She can't think. It's like a switch has been flipped. All she wants is the violence. Friend or foe — it doesn't matter.
Her bloodshot eyes flicker down when he reaches for his vibroblade, and her mouth cuts into a smirk, mean and amused. ]
Come on, babe. [ She lunges at him again, keeping right on him, not giving him a second to catch his footing as she swipes at him again, agile as she ever was and not holding back — not the way she does when they spar. ] Not going to go for the blasters? I'm going to gut you, if you try to play nice —