Family is Family I guess

Misery retorted back to her and she openly rolled her bi-colored gaze. Clearly he was licking his wounds after failing to sneak up on her and succeed in his cowardly ambush. And, he was going so far as to try and mock her for using her companions! The gold-swathed girl gave him a look that bordered on pity, her bottom lip even sticking out as her brows drew together. “Oh, poor Misery, you’re jealous, aren’t you? Maybe your little trick would have actually been successful if you had companions, too! You see, companions don’t make you weak. In fact, they make you even stronger! But you wouldn’t know that, would you?” she replied, her words drawn out. “How about I do you the favor of making you practice against someone with them, hm? Seeing as it’s something you’ll have to get used to.” Her words weren’t really a question. He had started it and she wasn’t going to let it go until she had him squashed beneath her pretty paws. As far as she was concerned, he was the one with the ego and she needed to put him in his place.

Without another word, the girl bolted forward, jaws gaping open in an attempt to grab the boy by the scruff and shove him to the ground in submission. Abigor was at her heels attempting to grab onto her brother’s leg and help in bringing him down, while Abbadon would slither from her neck onto the other’s wrapping tightly around his neck in a constricting motion. The pair were extensions of herself, so of course they took affront to his comments as well. She’d instructed them not to hurt him, but if they happened to draw a little blood now...well she may just turn a blind eye.