#blackflights

                   She was hoping this would happen. The swell of emotion bursted inside Megumi's chest, elated that of all possible factors leading up to this moment would benefit for someone like herself. The laughable problem as it may appear was how easy it was to do so.

        The bickering she had down to the monster, the observation of his attitude to the very tip of his peculiar smile caused the young woman to plot on getting one obstacle out of the way. Of course, something as special as this moment normally don't fall from the sky into her lap. But here she was, hands clasped tight around the handle with a poisoned metal tip. 

         "Do you feel that," she whispers, a soft, polite curiousity creeping behind her throat as she tried to dig the metal deeper. "It doesn't hurt too much yet, right?" She bounces off his back carefully, trying to gather her footing from striking a somewhat taller figure and smooths her dress down. "You know, I've actually never killed a person directly with my consequences." taking a leisurely walk to the front of his face, the anger and surprise the monster held from being caught off guard.

    "W-Wretched...." he manages to snarl, finally taking larger steps to grap at her neck and tighten around it. His anger did startle her, feeling the tingle of fear she once felt from him return in full force. But to lay a fatal blow was enough to sadate her tastes. She moves shakily to grab at his throat as well, a contrast of pale skin to darken olived flesh as Megumi embeds her nails into.