Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters

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           She slanted a look in the direction of the Nightbrother,           a venomous reply restrained between her teeth. How           it BURNED him to work with her--   to prevent himself           from reaching out and  closing  his  hand  ‘round  her           throat  every  moment  that  she was within his reach.           That malice still seethed in him,   rotting him from the           core. And she?

                                                  She held her tongue.

                    She didn’t HATE Savage-- certainly not the way that he hated her.                     She didn’t bear him any ill-will,   and nor did she blame him for his                     feelings  toward  her.   She  harbored  similar feelings for her own                     tormentors-- Tyranus and Sidious,  men who had crafted her with                     the fire of misery. She hated them, just as Savage hated her.          

                                        What she had done was necessary to make him strong.                                         But then-- they’d been through this before.

          “You don’t need to worry about ME.” She turned up her nose           at  him  as  she  flicked  several  switches  on  the dashboard,           preparing the shuttle for flight. At  least  she  wasn’t  trying  to           provoke him into a fight, like usual.   They wouldn’t be able to           finish the job if they both wound up DEAD in space.

                    “Do you think you can prevent yourself from killing                     everything in sight long enough to reach our target?”

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    @savagecpress​     continued from (x)

     Black-- it bathes the vision of the bounty hunter until she      stirs from the sound of debris falling in disarray around her.       Initially, upon her waking, the only thing she registers is pain      that burns hot in the groves of her shoulder blades. She tries      to breath, only to breathe and choke on an amalgamation of      dust and wood particles, taking a moment to recover before      trying to move under what feels like a ton’s worth of home that      rests on her shoulder blade. Eyes flutter open, squinting, trying      to make out her location before registering she’s in the same       place she stood, only, a few feet below it. She remembers the       roar of a building coming down, and the final glance both she,      and her bounty shared before both were consumed in a violent      sea of destruction on behalf of the house that has them buried      deep. It’s when she has difficulty moving, that suddenly, her       phobia registers, and she finds her blood go ice cold. She’s       moving frantically, forcing her back and arms to push at weight      triple that of her own, pulsing, growling, acting like a pinned       beast until finally the wood that’s shifted and rolled off her gives      reprieve. Hands claw atop the hill, pulling her form over top to      take a moment to regain her bearings. There’s wood shards       in her side, but she’s quick to ignore it for the sake of moving      on, standing wearily to scan, in search of the Nightbrother that      she came here for-- her problematic pay check.

     It takes Tiali some time, careful search of the house as what       remains ebbs and breathes, clinging onto what little life remains      within it’s decimated walls, descending further and further into      the rabbit hole. Curses filter past smudged lips, trying to avoid      another cave in before finally reaching what remains of the first       floor. She see’s the sinkhole now, the culprit of this entire ordeal,      and in the darkness, among the tomb of wood, she see’s yellow      digits flinch, and registers that-- fortunately-- her bounty is very      much alive. Should he be? No, he took the brunt of this entire      house, and even she who merely dropped a floor, felt ready to      drop at any moment. She skulks closer, crouching down to look      down at the body, pulling and sorting enough to give his torso      enough movement for her to come to the realization he is still      very much alive-- and should proceed with caution. So, to make      sure he doesn’t decide to give her a hefty surprise, she jabs the      barrel of her blaster right at his throat.