Her eyebrows rise, diverted from her intentions just long enough to wonder what the hell kind of business he thinks he has at the bloodbag pens. Honestly, that makes it sound like he is looking for trouble, just not the kind she's interested in offering him.
Hm. Organic ought to thank her for this.
She advances on him slowly, body language deceptively loose. He's taller than she is, and as broad-shouldered and heavily built as any War Boy in the place. "Doesn't sound urgent. Spar with me. I need to burn off some energy."
If it sounds like an order, that's because it is.
She usually takes off her metal prosthesis to spar, because punching someone in the throat with steel claws is a great way to kill them unintentionally. She's waiting for his acknowledgement as she reaches for the buckle of the cross-strap. Of course, if he's feeling particularly kami-crazy, he could just lunge at her while she's distracted.
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Date: 2015-08-16 05:50 am (UTC)Hm. Organic ought to thank her for this.
She advances on him slowly, body language deceptively loose. He's taller than she is, and as broad-shouldered and heavily built as any War Boy in the place. "Doesn't sound urgent. Spar with me. I need to burn off some energy."
If it sounds like an order, that's because it is.
She usually takes off her metal prosthesis to spar, because punching someone in the throat with steel claws is a great way to kill them unintentionally. She's waiting for his acknowledgement as she reaches for the buckle of the cross-strap. Of course, if he's feeling particularly kami-crazy, he could just lunge at her while she's distracted.