#winks.

“ What…the fuck… “

Round two, she supposes. What better practice to kick your slacking ass in gear other than fighting your own partner in his deranged, monstrous state?

The same one that killed you before by overpowering you and crushing you into a building.

Once again, the sight was DISMAL. Townsfolk SCREAMING, fires BLAZING, BLOOD AND VISCERA PAINTING BUILDINGS AND ONCE COZY HOMES, and her beloved partner absolutely DRENCHED IN THE VICTORIES HE CLAIMED. He looked to be NAUSEATED himself — which only furthered her determination to CEASE THIS NONSENSE.

“ I should have chosen a different career… “

Grumbling, the vampire slit her arm straight down the middle, drawing a long, bloodied sword made from her own solidified blood. Kneeling down, the undead suddenly vanished in a stream of agile, crimson smoke — then reappeared on the top of a hardly standing house. The last time she called out for him, he didn’t even recognize her — what use would it be now to BEG SOMEONE TO STOP? NO ONE EVER LISTENS TO WORDS THESE DAYS.

Hissing in frustration, Betty then slit her other arm to conjure up a blood whip. The pointed end was swung at Gluttony’s ear, wrapping around it tautly to pull the vampire down from the house and front rolling onto his large head. Now he would have to listen.

“ GLUTTONY! AGAIN?! THIS IS WHY YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH THE DAEMONS. I AM GOING TO COMMIT GENOCIDE ON THE KHORNATES MYSELF! “