When the last two daggers flew - didn't see those - Pepper rolled to the side, missing them by a few inches. Listening to her rant about war and responsibility and fighting properly, Pepper could only come to one conclusion: this bitch was mental.
She was wrenched up by her hair, which hurt like hell, and once the pain had subsided another kind took its place as she felt a fist make hard contact with her face. She staggered back a few paces before her instincts took hold and she lashed out, punching the woman in the stomach.
"How's that for proper?" she snarled. If the woman expected her to roll over and play dead at that kind of treatment she had another thing coming.
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Date: 2006-08-06 03:59 pm (UTC)She was wrenched up by her hair, which hurt like hell, and once the pain had subsided another kind took its place as she felt a fist make hard contact with her face. She staggered back a few paces before her instincts took hold and she lashed out, punching the woman in the stomach.
"How's that for proper?" she snarled. If the woman expected her to roll over and play dead at that kind of treatment she had another thing coming.