Piping Cold

Rio Marino · 09-28-2011, 02:42 AM

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Oooh, its on ! And yes, I totally agree… but maybe they could just have a rivalry where they would occasionally see each other and just be very rude, no more fighting though.

Well, Rio got what she wanted. She was staring in the other’s eyes and saw it before the bigger femme even acted. Though, she had no idea what she was doing when Rio saw her bend down, but as soon as she saw the rock flying towards her face- it was a done deal. Reflexes were late, thanks to nerves and she ducked just in time, but the rock did graze her ear leaving it a little bloody. As soon as the rock dropped behind her, Rio popped the knife out from behind her back and ran toward the female. She sprang when the other sprang, both had their knives ready, but the other female was aiming for something totally different than Rio.

Rio was aiming to cut the bitch’s neck or shoulder, whichever came in contact with her knife first. The metal blade flew through the air, her hand attached, toward the other’s neck, while the other had sank her bone knife into her leg. Damnit, another wound. Rio thought as her other leg flexed aiming to kick whatever she could while the female was down there. She was doing two things at once- trying to stab the bitch in the neck and then trying to kick her in whatever she could get at while the other was bent over her leg in that split second.

She could feel the blood leaking out of a lovely, stinging cut somewhere on her right leg. She couldn’t exactly look down right now to check it out, but it was probably a nasty one. Great, more limping. She had just recently stopped limping from the first wound she had gotten in Halifax. Now, she’d be limping another long time due to this greedy bitch because all she wanted was some food, and didn’t know how to ask nicely.

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