10-21-2011, 06:12 PM
OOC~: Leon that is fine, I was gunna make her come down in my next post anyway, just make sure she is able to run away at the end of the thread to be killed in another XD Apologies for the wait.
Mercy grinned and cackled as the tip of the spear grazed her cheek, drawing only the smallest amount of blood. Not enough pain for her to receive pleasure from it but enough to get her heart pounding and blood rushing. She was almost dancing as she dodged around and under blows from the white bi eyed woman, some hit and others missed, she swing her sword in return a few times but was mainly content with playing this woman for a fool, the laughing joker. The soul quiet whisper of Nothing's scent drifted towards her and the woman spoke through gritted teeth in a heavy Russian accent,
Saviyana, Vit halaney" Her voice was low pitched and psychotic, her words not understandable by any language spoken for it was one she had created herself, spat at the one with the spear. A third joined in to try and take her down, snapping with violent jaws and slashing claws. His teeth were soon bathed with the red of her blood as they caught on here and there, pulling fur and flesh alike but it only made the woman laugh harder. She lived from pain, it was like sustenance to her, she devoured it like a dog did meat so the more the mo-hawked male hacked at her the stronger she became. She twisted and a fourth was revealed to ehr sight trying to sneak around the group to get at Cidnee upon the roof. She hissed like an angry snake would and used the momentum of her spin to dislodge two of her knives and send them flying towards the male known as Turnstone but whether or not they hit she did not see for she was suddenly a whirlwind of activity.
She kicked out at Deuce to make the woman back away from her, lashed out at Ehno with her third knife, before whirling around once again, her sword was flicked out sideways and the long blade completed a hundred and eighty degree spin in the space of less than a second. She grabbed onto the blade with both hands, the slice of it into her palms made crimson run and strength flare through her body. She raised it high, with the handle and pommel facing towards Niro and began to bring the blade downwards. With the position he was in and the speed she was moving he had no room or time to escape, the handle of her sword would smash into his skull, crushing the bone and splattering his brains all over the walls of the houses that surrounded them. A crazy fire lighted in her eyes at the rush of feelings accompanying another almost certain murder.
Mercy grinned and cackled as the tip of the spear grazed her cheek, drawing only the smallest amount of blood. Not enough pain for her to receive pleasure from it but enough to get her heart pounding and blood rushing. She was almost dancing as she dodged around and under blows from the white bi eyed woman, some hit and others missed, she swing her sword in return a few times but was mainly content with playing this woman for a fool, the laughing joker. The soul quiet whisper of Nothing's scent drifted towards her and the woman spoke through gritted teeth in a heavy Russian accent,
Saviyana, Vit halaney" Her voice was low pitched and psychotic, her words not understandable by any language spoken for it was one she had created herself, spat at the one with the spear. A third joined in to try and take her down, snapping with violent jaws and slashing claws. His teeth were soon bathed with the red of her blood as they caught on here and there, pulling fur and flesh alike but it only made the woman laugh harder. She lived from pain, it was like sustenance to her, she devoured it like a dog did meat so the more the mo-hawked male hacked at her the stronger she became. She twisted and a fourth was revealed to ehr sight trying to sneak around the group to get at Cidnee upon the roof. She hissed like an angry snake would and used the momentum of her spin to dislodge two of her knives and send them flying towards the male known as Turnstone but whether or not they hit she did not see for she was suddenly a whirlwind of activity.
She kicked out at Deuce to make the woman back away from her, lashed out at Ehno with her third knife, before whirling around once again, her sword was flicked out sideways and the long blade completed a hundred and eighty degree spin in the space of less than a second. She grabbed onto the blade with both hands, the slice of it into her palms made crimson run and strength flare through her body. She raised it high, with the handle and pommel facing towards Niro and began to bring the blade downwards. With the position he was in and the speed she was moving he had no room or time to escape, the handle of her sword would smash into his skull, crushing the bone and splattering his brains all over the walls of the houses that surrounded them. A crazy fire lighted in her eyes at the rush of feelings accompanying another almost certain murder.