[ Oh, it definitely hurts — but whether it's her Scythian biology or the toxin in her blood or just that part of her deep down that lives for a fight, she only seems invigorated by the pain, her bloodshot eyes bright and sharp. Every muscle in her body is coiled tight, just waiting for him to yield even an inch — like a rabid dog on a leash. He has to try something, sooner or later. She knows it. They both know it.
The noise she makes when he shoves her down is almost a bark of a laugh — like she's amused, even charmed by the brutal efficiency of such simple tactic. It buys him a head start while she pushes herself to her feet, snatching her knife back up and bursting into a sprint behind him. Nothing like the thrill of a chase. Earning a kill always makes it more satisfying, and Scythians were hunters long before they were mercenaries.
Rex has the advantage of a longer stride, but Andy, unencumbered by any armor, is light on her feet. A single misstep could be fatal. As she chases after him relentlessly, she calls out mockingly at his back: ]
This your idea of foreplay, Rex? You're such a fucking tease.
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The noise she makes when he shoves her down is almost a bark of a laugh — like she's amused, even charmed by the brutal efficiency of such simple tactic. It buys him a head start while she pushes herself to her feet, snatching her knife back up and bursting into a sprint behind him. Nothing like the thrill of a chase. Earning a kill always makes it more satisfying, and Scythians were hunters long before they were mercenaries.
Rex has the advantage of a longer stride, but Andy, unencumbered by any armor, is light on her feet. A single misstep could be fatal. As she chases after him relentlessly, she calls out mockingly at his back: ]
This your idea of foreplay, Rex? You're such a fucking tease.