09-30-2018, 09:08 PM
"I must have said please." A dry answer, cut from his own words. No one bothered to ask that night; Oriena was abandoned like a husk with soul departed, the venom of rejection a poison she radiated just as violently now he brought it up. Her eyes were flat. Viciousness churned. The memory did not make her recoil, and no fear stoked the recollection of pain. Just the black promise of vengeance, even if she burned with it.
A sharp yelp pulled her gaze back to the fight's conclusion.
The point of the wager she hoped to lose dampened beneath the flare of her own volatility. Ori pandered to the fickle explosion of her own temper. She fully expected Kasun to learn the lesson of control, and she did not care for his injuries. But as the sparks of the fallen lighting burned dull reflection in her eyes, something snapped. Careless retaliation unleashed until the power burned like it had under the creature's control.
Her chair scraped back.
Electrics overhead shorted. The screen above began to fuzz grey static, everything in the pit below churning light. "Is that the reward you want? To know why she let me go?" She, not it. There was no victory in the sharp curve of her smile. Her finger crooked a beckon she sorely doubted he would have the nerve to follow. Ryker watched from the shadows before; she had no reason to think he might find a set now. Though he might wish to save his man from the storm about to descend. Otherwise, his answers would have to wait.
Chaos stirred below. Handlers yelled in the shadows, none yet brave enough to enter the carnage. Oriena did not care; nor did she pause to heed paltry attempts to stop her. A woman's delighted laughter followed her path, curling like smoke in chest, the spark of memory soon forgotten. Once within she didn't even look for Kasun's body before her fist found the cop's throat. Power slammed into his bruised body. "If you have killed him with this stunt, I will be the last thing you see."
A sharp yelp pulled her gaze back to the fight's conclusion.
The point of the wager she hoped to lose dampened beneath the flare of her own volatility. Ori pandered to the fickle explosion of her own temper. She fully expected Kasun to learn the lesson of control, and she did not care for his injuries. But as the sparks of the fallen lighting burned dull reflection in her eyes, something snapped. Careless retaliation unleashed until the power burned like it had under the creature's control.
Her chair scraped back.
Electrics overhead shorted. The screen above began to fuzz grey static, everything in the pit below churning light. "Is that the reward you want? To know why she let me go?" She, not it. There was no victory in the sharp curve of her smile. Her finger crooked a beckon she sorely doubted he would have the nerve to follow. Ryker watched from the shadows before; she had no reason to think he might find a set now. Though he might wish to save his man from the storm about to descend. Otherwise, his answers would have to wait.
Chaos stirred below. Handlers yelled in the shadows, none yet brave enough to enter the carnage. Oriena did not care; nor did she pause to heed paltry attempts to stop her. A woman's delighted laughter followed her path, curling like smoke in chest, the spark of memory soon forgotten. Once within she didn't even look for Kasun's body before her fist found the cop's throat. Power slammed into his bruised body. "If you have killed him with this stunt, I will be the last thing you see."