Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

The moment she felt Redrum’s teeth graze her nape, Absinth twisted, forcing her jaw sideways with a calculated snap. Her knife followed the motion, slipping between his helm and his jaw with precision and lethal intent. She felt the blade bite deep, carving a line across his face that split the flesh just enough to mark him with the beginning of a smile—a cruel half-smirk that would haunt him every time he saw his reflection. Her gaze remained steady, meeting his flickering, furious eyes without a hint of fear. Eat that, shithead.

Her lips pulled back in a mirthless grin, satisfaction curling in her chest as his blood warmed the hilt of her blade and slipped down her lips. Her stance was unwavering, cold and calculating as ever, her emerald gaze sparkling with dark glee.

But the moment was short-lived. With a guttural snarl, he shoved her back, the force of it sending her skidding across the ground. She braced herself, her muscles tensing, ready to anticipate his next move, but the look in his eyes had shifted. The feral gleam was gone, replaced by something darker—something unrestrained. She recognized that look—it was the same unchecked rage she’d seen before, the same kind of fire she’d always enjoyed igniting. Like a certain fiery brute she knew intimately. Absinth’s grin only widened, finding a strange satisfaction in the knowledge that she had driven him there, which made the victory that much sweeter.

And really, what fun was there in making him snap if she didn’t enjoy it a bit longer? She could always lose him whenever she wanted. Laughing softly, she gave him a taunting look, daring him to give chase. Without another thought, she turned and sprinted into the thick brush, weaving through the trees as she heard his heavy footsteps thundering after her.


"Absinth Artemisia Inferos"