Not Impressed

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

He pretended offense and it was all Calli could do to stop herself from snapping at him. Her lean body tensed, her jaws clenched, but no matter how much hatred she could build in herself deep down she knew it was not enough. He was bigger, stronger, and maybe, if his manner was any indication, a more experienced fighter than she could ever hope of being. She could snap and jab as much as she wanted but he would have her pinned before she could do much. She only hoped she might be able to draw a little blood first though.

That sickening smile returned, and Lel let her know of his vision as he crept closer. Repulsed, she wanted to step back but a stubborn part of her did not want to give him that satisfaction of gaining ground on her. She held her place, narrowing her eyes the closer he got, and growled warningly when he was more than close enough. Not like it would do anything. He was Mr. Entitled. She could only do so much.

She may have been at a physical disadvantage but she still had her wits. And her voice. "I hope you choke on it," she challenged, hoping to get under his skin enough to make him truthfully wish for her tongue's removal.

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