Post by lorki on Feb 16, 2011 14:03:13 GMT -6
Attack by laughter, it was a very new ploy. Still, Sleet knew very well what would happen as soon as Redin's paw closed around the nape of her neck. Despite the short wave of panic that flowed through her at first, she went limp with both paws still gripping their respective weapons at her sides. Better yet, she kept on chuckling, what she'd just experienced was too damn good to let go of simply because she was now seconds aware from meeting her end.
However, a few moments of giggling in the weasels face seemed more than enough, considering he was staring back at her with that cocky self-assured grin he always wore and she was looking forward to wiping it off his face. Redin wouldn't kill her. The idea that such a character could end her after all her endeavors, and win against her after all of their battles together would be a cosmic joke. He was right when he's said that they were the same. Sleets hesitation, something she'd hardly experienced while going about killing others, had stopped her burying a knife in the weasels head on multiple occasions. Redin's horde had taken her prisoner, knocked her out even, and he himself had, quite a few times, closed his paws around her throat. But here she was. To a point, she was quite assured of her safety.
Laughter gone, her eyes once again returned to an expression of detest while she stared back at the weasel.
"Yew e'er 'ad anyone tell yew yer beautiful when yer murderous?"
"Never in such a romantic situation such as this 'un," she replied dryly. She glanced down at her knife in his paw and then back to him, "y'know, you may have left your little horde, but you aren't so much different without 'em. Still preferring the easy, lazy kill? Seems like a bit, oh... cowardly. Now its jus' you and not one o' your hordesbeasts." Sleet had talked circles around beasts before. Her clever words had probably saved her life more than she liked to admit, even in a situation such as this. As long as Redin was fractions of a second away from killing her, she might as well try it out. They did appear to be doing nothing less than continually toying with one another. And if Redin was even the least bit serious her grip on her twin blades wasn't faltering.
However, a few moments of giggling in the weasels face seemed more than enough, considering he was staring back at her with that cocky self-assured grin he always wore and she was looking forward to wiping it off his face. Redin wouldn't kill her. The idea that such a character could end her after all her endeavors, and win against her after all of their battles together would be a cosmic joke. He was right when he's said that they were the same. Sleets hesitation, something she'd hardly experienced while going about killing others, had stopped her burying a knife in the weasels head on multiple occasions. Redin's horde had taken her prisoner, knocked her out even, and he himself had, quite a few times, closed his paws around her throat. But here she was. To a point, she was quite assured of her safety.
Laughter gone, her eyes once again returned to an expression of detest while she stared back at the weasel.
"Yew e'er 'ad anyone tell yew yer beautiful when yer murderous?"
"Never in such a romantic situation such as this 'un," she replied dryly. She glanced down at her knife in his paw and then back to him, "y'know, you may have left your little horde, but you aren't so much different without 'em. Still preferring the easy, lazy kill? Seems like a bit, oh... cowardly. Now its jus' you and not one o' your hordesbeasts." Sleet had talked circles around beasts before. Her clever words had probably saved her life more than she liked to admit, even in a situation such as this. As long as Redin was fractions of a second away from killing her, she might as well try it out. They did appear to be doing nothing less than continually toying with one another. And if Redin was even the least bit serious her grip on her twin blades wasn't faltering.
