fake

He winced at the very real, very sharp pain that struck in the rapidly bleeding injury, but he wasn’t going to let this phase him for longer than necessary. So he used this opportunity to swiftly grab the other’s hand and pry the knife away from her. Once that was done, he stepped away as fast as he could and ran for it before she could pursue him. He could worry about his wound later.

She stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, as the other ran away with her weapon. Then, the adrenaline began to pump in her system. The idiot left a trail of blood! So, she followed in pursuit, lagging behind, but slowly catching up. 

His hand aches a lot, but oh well. He’s gone through worse.

another knife emerges. she stabs again. there is an infinite amount of knifes. 

stabs rubys fist

Ruby stalks up to Mary and yells, “Seriously?!”

stabs 

“That may be so, but stabbing her was way too much of a stretch and you should be aware of that.” He needed to stay calm for now, even if he was getting increasingly angry and it might’ve shown in his tone. Taking a step closer to the girl and extending his hand out to grab the weapon, he said more firmly. “Hand that over right now.”

"Have fun with this!" 

“This is a paintball war, and something that was arranged in good fun. If you’re going to ruin it for everyone by bringing in knives I might need to take that away from you by force.”

"Look, loser, that weirdo insulted me first. It became way more than about paintball after that."

"H-How old are you!? Jesus Christ— I mean, w-why bother?! It’s too much e-effort and way too much pressure. That’s why I don’t play g-games like— argh— these! Everyone always get’s way too stupid! 

"Hey, loser, just join! Stop talking, just stop talking, like, shut up, and join!"

Instinctively she reached up to apply pressure to the freshly inflicted wound, her other hand curling in to a tight fist as the girl felt warm rivulets pass through her fingers. Anger helped to turn Sapphire’s expression in to one of an almost animalistic fury. “Do you think you can get away with this, you brat?! I’ll rip you apart!”

"Ah, this reminds me of the woman in red. They were always so fun when they chased people," she mumbled to herself, ignoring the other girl's outrage. "Shall I make you a woman in red?" Her eyes shot up from her blade at her bleeding victim. "You'd make a beautiful painting." 

And she’s lying on the cold hard ground. But kicking that little shit before so.

"Y-You should fucking learn it then, nngh!” Why this? Why him? “Of course I get that b-bit, I-I’m not an i-idiot…! Argh— but wanting more p-points doesn’t mean you have to threaten people to join your team…!”

"You sure fooled me! You seem like a full blown idiot for defying a person with a gun. Anyway, threatening seems to work the best. It gets a lot of people to submit to me!"

“It’s probably a good idea for you to put that knife away.”

"Huh?" She expected a valid target. "Oh, you're that failure captain right? I don't take orders from losers."

"I’ve made my decision, miss. I’m sure that there are others that you can recruit in my stead."

The sheer earnestness of the cool looking fellow made her falter in her pursuit. She pointed the gun away from the other and turned away petulantly. "F-fine! Have it your way, loser!" 

She would want an honest answer, wouldn’t she? Because that’s exactly what she’ll get. “I think I feel a bit bad for the yellow team, because they have to put up with you.”

"Shut up!" And she lunged at the older girl with incredible speed and vitality. No matter what, she decided, she would not let up until this girl was on the ground bleeding.