The Dangers of Running Too Fast

Axelle Napier · 01-05-2012, 08:49 PM

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A fight for someone else’s name just didn’t sound worthy enough. Sounded fun, but exerted too much energy for a cheap prize. Axelle continued to look away from the femme, staring at her own bi-colored legs. Then she turned to the femme with a rather menacing smile, ”A fight for your name… and that rabbit?” At least throw the rabbit in there, even though it was half eaten. She could cut the chewed parts off with her sword, even though the sword was never made for cutting, more for slicing.

If the rabbit was in the deal, Axelle would fight. If not, she could live without knowing the femme’s deal and just leave her be. Axelle rose from her spot and leaned on the tree with her right shoulder and tucked a left-handed thumb into the sword’s sheath-belt around her waist. ”Weapons…No weapons?” Her voice was quiet and serious. She would prepare. Weapons were better, but she didn’t know if the other had any with her. She seemed not to, but maybe she had something hidden nearby in a hollowed out tree stump or something, kind of like how Itzal had stored her crossbow that one time. The thought of leaving her baby there, even though it was safe in her den now, still made her uncomfortable.

Axelle wasn’t the best natural fighter, especially in Optime form. She fought better in Lupus or Secui, and better in Optime with her weapons, not with punching. It sounded so human and was so human, she hated it and hated the thought of such a thing, but she would do what she had to, to win whatever it was. She hated losing and would give this all she had if it was even worth it.

Thinking about the rabbit’s meat in her mouth was motivating enough. She was hungry thinking about it, and whether or not the femme wanted to give it up, if she was defeated Axelle would take her food and split. Though, if nice enough or feeling bad, which the odds were very low, she would share the femme’s original food and teach her how to cook. Axelle shook her head, no. It wasn’t like they had decided to play-fight. This was a real fight that this femme sprang on her, and it would not end on good terms… Or would it? She did offer rather than just attack. Axelle does have a choice… It should end on good terms, and she should at least show the girl how to cook the meat. Axelle’s thoughts were lost in doing the ‘right’ thing, as she wasn’t exactly used to doing so. She was torn between right and wrong.

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