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A Bad Feeling
@vladofbanditlord
“Get your blood hands off me!” Trinity cried, screeching as the rough bandits of the Bloodshots dragged her up the ramp, all the while the siren kicking and yelling to let her go. It was a day like this that made Trinity burst into a cold behavior. Literally. One of the bandits had scars that bleed from his arms, thanks to the help of the throwing ice daggers her power dealt with him. A snarl on her lips told that whoever she was being dragged to that she wasn’t happy. “Tell me why the fuck you brought me here and I might not kill you all.” She hissed, whirling to face the red-headed leader.
Who?
@sonjathepyromancer
The ecstasy of the battle was flowing through her veins, her tattoos bright as she could feel the freezing cold shoot from her fingers and straight into a psycho that was charging for her. He stopped, teeth chattering and fell to the dirt ground, holding his stomach shaking uncontrollably. He was suffering from Hypothermia and not one of his friends could give a damn, neither did the siren that caused the damage. She was so full of Adrenaline that she could care less of the sake of her foes. Jumping forward, Trinity could feel the white-blue wings sprout from behind her back, with each small flap, iceless were shot at her foes. The use of Eridium was at hand, all this energy being used as she killed the foes that held residence in the Riff-Off station in Tundra Express. Some fell screaming to their death, before a sharp icicle silenced them.
Soon there was only a final man, but the siren did’t get the joy to kill him. He was bleeding, choking on his own blood. It seemed to the cold-hearted female that he was stabbed in the lungs by one of her icy daggers and was left to die on his own mahogany liquid. Suddenly heat pasted by her light blonde hair, the alert siren flipped backwards to see another woman, fire held in her hand and a simper on her red lips. The man was now dead, burning as a crisp. Trinity stared at the flame, thoughts racing through her head, sudden fear passed her eyes before dismissing it allowing her icy blue irises to transform back into their original greenish-blue color. Spread wide and proud her wings were reveal long and tall. ❛ Why have you come here? ❜ Her voice was soft, soothing almost if it wasn’t for the fact that she was silently glaring at the pyromancer.
