02-01-2025, 07:00 PM
Trinity chuckled softly to herself and nodded. "Sure thing hun." Talking was overrated. She didn't much need it now that the rules were established. Fairness wasn't the issue, it was more about how far to let it go. There were times when the person on the other end thought it was friendly spar and Trinity had gone too far. Mia might have a thing or two to say if she went too far and she got blamed for it. She was afterall the identity to which all their DNA and fingerprints were tied. Trinity was just a ghost hiding in plain sight. Someone her handlers could get rid of with ease. There was probably some kill switch that would eliminate her or the personality from which she was now living. Mia was a false trail. Trinity was dead for all intents and purposes.
Trinity climbed into the ring and waited for the go ahead to start their impromptu match. There was always that moment of circling, sizing up the opponent. The who is going to attack first. Trinity would spare a moment to let her opponent go this round, but normally she'd wait. She was pretty sure that there would be little down time and if there was a punch to the face might wake her up.
Trinity told herself this is fun. It's supposed to be fun. But that nagging feeling persisted in the back of her head. Maybe not.
The immediate swing back of the “endearment” flashed some amusement. She didn’t offer a name and Oriena didn’t ask. It was irrelevant anyway. Once inside the ring she didn’t pause. She had a good few inches of height over the other woman, but that didn’t mean much in a place like this; sure you got amateurs, but not usually the lost female kind. And no one like that would have interrupted Ori in the first place. It didn't mean there was overconfident calculation in it though – in truth Ori didn’t care whether she was outmatched. The sharpness of her fist went straight for the face, of course. Mostly to set the tone.
Trinity smiled and ducked out of the way. It seemed they were on the same page. Her fist sped past her ear and Trinity tossed a jab to her chin and spun away from her. It was a series of dancing and trading blows.
It became immediately clear that the woman wasn’t an amateur, and appeased by that knowledge, Ori stopped thinking. It wasn’t even viciousness anymore, just instinct with no holds barred. Nor was it clean fighting, contained by rules and sportsmanship. She took every opening, and the stranger did the same. But at some point Ori stopped dodging the blows. She’d been breathing fast even when they started, so it might have just been exhaustion catching up, though by the sly twitch of her smile sometimes perhaps not.
The dance was invigorating. The fight went round and round trading blows. Trinity felt the other woman growing tired and maybe a little more sly, but that didn't stop the smile that spread across her lips. Another round of trading blows and one snuck through Trinity's defenses and pegged her right in the face. The blood from her nose trickled down her face and in to her mouth.
The iron taste. Trinity wiped the blood from her nose and glanced at the stain on her glove. "I told you maybe you do." There was darkness in her eyes that wasn't there before. A hunger, a desire to draw more blood, though not her own.
The gloves on her hands bound her fingers. She struggled against them, she wanted to rip her throat out. She lunged at the woman across the ring from her, arms flailing wilder than before, angrier.
[[ ooc: with oriena ]]
Trinity climbed into the ring and waited for the go ahead to start their impromptu match. There was always that moment of circling, sizing up the opponent. The who is going to attack first. Trinity would spare a moment to let her opponent go this round, but normally she'd wait. She was pretty sure that there would be little down time and if there was a punch to the face might wake her up.
Trinity told herself this is fun. It's supposed to be fun. But that nagging feeling persisted in the back of her head. Maybe not.
The immediate swing back of the “endearment” flashed some amusement. She didn’t offer a name and Oriena didn’t ask. It was irrelevant anyway. Once inside the ring she didn’t pause. She had a good few inches of height over the other woman, but that didn’t mean much in a place like this; sure you got amateurs, but not usually the lost female kind. And no one like that would have interrupted Ori in the first place. It didn't mean there was overconfident calculation in it though – in truth Ori didn’t care whether she was outmatched. The sharpness of her fist went straight for the face, of course. Mostly to set the tone.
Trinity smiled and ducked out of the way. It seemed they were on the same page. Her fist sped past her ear and Trinity tossed a jab to her chin and spun away from her. It was a series of dancing and trading blows.
It became immediately clear that the woman wasn’t an amateur, and appeased by that knowledge, Ori stopped thinking. It wasn’t even viciousness anymore, just instinct with no holds barred. Nor was it clean fighting, contained by rules and sportsmanship. She took every opening, and the stranger did the same. But at some point Ori stopped dodging the blows. She’d been breathing fast even when they started, so it might have just been exhaustion catching up, though by the sly twitch of her smile sometimes perhaps not.
The dance was invigorating. The fight went round and round trading blows. Trinity felt the other woman growing tired and maybe a little more sly, but that didn't stop the smile that spread across her lips. Another round of trading blows and one snuck through Trinity's defenses and pegged her right in the face. The blood from her nose trickled down her face and in to her mouth.
The iron taste. Trinity wiped the blood from her nose and glanced at the stain on her glove. "I told you maybe you do." There was darkness in her eyes that wasn't there before. A hunger, a desire to draw more blood, though not her own.
The gloves on her hands bound her fingers. She struggled against them, she wanted to rip her throat out. She lunged at the woman across the ring from her, arms flailing wilder than before, angrier.
[[ ooc: with oriena ]]