"Who the ever-living fuck do you think you are?"
"Why, I’m the Master of the Hellish Yard. I didn’t know that I had a twin, though." She peered closely at the other. "A very similar twin. Ah, dearie, a lack of manners isn’t cute. Before asking my name, you should have introduced yourself! But don’t worry, I won’t take too much offense. ♥"
Well, look what we have here. A worthy opponent.
Hellish’s hand went up to her own necklace and yanked it off. Her bangles seemed to melt and then all the gold was sticking together and reforming. In a few seconds, she was holding a long, shiny blade.
"Stop fucking calling me your twin."
And then she charged the other with her shiny, shiny blade.
Swiftly dodging out of the way, she commented, “But… we have the same name, dearie. What else could I call you? ♪” And wow, swordfight? That was cool, even if it was unlikely to be a fair one, considering the two of them. Or anything resembling a swordfight, actually.
…She’d just copy the other, then. At least with the forging the sword part.
And then run really fast in the other direction, set a couple of fires that’ll add a bit of smoke to the surroundings, resisting the urge to futilely toss some dirt in the other Hellish's face…. Cliché fighting tricks were the best, because they’re cute!
