[ She barks out a mean laugh, baring her teeth with it. If she were herself, it might break her fucking heart — the fact that he tries to reason with her, to appeal to her better nature while holding back because he gives a real damn about her, even though she's gunning to get her knife into something vital — but it's as if some part of her that cares about all that has been chemically switched off. Or is it that the part of her which thrives on violence has been disinhibited? That dark part of her — the piece that shows in flashes when she's on the battlefield, a bloody and vicious blur as she cuts her way through their enemies like that's what she was made for?
It's probably a lucky thing that Rex still has the advantage of size and strength. And knowing her, from all the times they've sparred and all the missions where they've fought side by side — he knows, at least, to expect her to play dirty. Teeth and nails and when he pins her by the wrist, she retaliates like a nasty schoolboy, kicking him sharply in the shin with her boot as she bites back: ]
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It's probably a lucky thing that Rex still has the advantage of size and strength. And knowing her, from all the times they've sparred and all the missions where they've fought side by side — he knows, at least, to expect her to play dirty. Teeth and nails and when he pins her by the wrist, she retaliates like a nasty schoolboy, kicking him sharply in the shin with her boot as she bites back: ]
I love it when you fucking scold me.