[ Now there's a dilemma — tying her up would limit her future efforts to murder him, but getting her tied up would probably have to involve both of his hands, which are rather preoccupied with preventing her future efforts to murder him. If only Rex could be in two places at once. Or maybe had a few extra limbs. But instead, he's stuck with wrangling one bloodthirsty Scythian all by his lonesome, and even with drop dripping down her face, one arm twisted behind her back, and his knee shoved into her back, she hasn't given up on fighting him.
She recovers too fast from the daze of being hit, already straining to test his weight — how resolved he is to keeping her pinned — twisting against his grip, all that lean muscle tense with effort. It's a standstill, as long as he doesn't get distracted or tired. ]
I've been waiting for you to make it hurt — [ Her voice is a rough growl, her teeth showing in a mean, mocking snarl as she cranes her head to catch his eye. ] When was the last time you fucking saw me stay down?
[ There is, maybe, one other option. One that involves betting on a big if. But the Imps made this shit. The shit that has Andy red-eyed and wild. They must have made some kind of antidote too. Maybe on one of the freshly dead men Andy left in the hallway — ]
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She recovers too fast from the daze of being hit, already straining to test his weight — how resolved he is to keeping her pinned — twisting against his grip, all that lean muscle tense with effort. It's a standstill, as long as he doesn't get distracted or tired. ]
I've been waiting for you to make it hurt — [ Her voice is a rough growl, her teeth showing in a mean, mocking snarl as she cranes her head to catch his eye. ] When was the last time you fucking saw me stay down?
[ There is, maybe, one other option. One that involves betting on a big if. But the Imps made this shit. The shit that has Andy red-eyed and wild. They must have made some kind of antidote too. Maybe on one of the freshly dead men Andy left in the hallway — ]