( somewhere halfway through her swing, the mask of calm diplomacy and willing self sacrifice slips. from then on, she's just the absolutely feral teenager that several other passengers have clocked her to be thus far, letting out a solid grunt at the impact of cracker handles against... well, not bone.
there's a hint of resistance, but then the implement sinks into his head with way more ease than she would have expected. and an alarming lack of blood. the dark radiating from his broken visage is on par with the dark moon energy ebalon had manifested into a blade the first time they'd met, but unexpected here — momentarily sends clarke reeling backwards with a hand up to shield her eyes. it burns, it burns...
but not as much as that smile. )
No, ( she half whispers, half snarls. then fully launches herself off the table and then she's just on him. grappling in an attempt to put get both hands on the protruding part of the crackers and push them in deeper.
as for dick kicking: sorry jenny, she tried. looks like he got the best of them in that department, shoulda expected the unexpected. )
head... void? anyway, cw: trying to fuck with the head void
there's a hint of resistance, but then the implement sinks into his head with way more ease than she would have expected. and an alarming lack of blood. the dark radiating from his broken visage is on par with the dark moon energy ebalon had manifested into a blade the first time they'd met, but unexpected here — momentarily sends clarke reeling backwards with a hand up to shield her eyes. it burns, it burns...
but not as much as that smile. )
No, ( she half whispers, half snarls. then fully launches herself off the table and then she's just on him. grappling in an attempt to put get both hands on the protruding part of the crackers and push them in deeper.
as for dick kicking: sorry jenny, she tried. looks like he got the best of them in that department, shoulda expected the unexpected. )