Impudence

[Louise]

Meditation.

It wasn't exactly the most dark-sided hobby this side of Coruscant but Evelynn was bringing it back. Of course, there were no thoughts of inner-peace floating around in a sea of calm, no, no, the girl would shroud herself with a veil of pain, introspection through blood, reflection through pain but this was not the only method.

No. A side of her, nor dark or light. Her nature of the beast, that was a slightly less intense form of meditation.

So she sat outside, at the edge of the cliff. Hearing the gentle chirps of the barbary bird nest that nestled in the crook of the jagged rocks. An unusual place for avians such as these to nest, they were by no means sea birds, but in nature you are dealt your hand and then you either survive or die.

The mother, taking a break from the strenuous task of nest building hopped in front of the cross-legged girl as it were simply curious, but no, the creature was enthralled. Beast mastery was the name of the game, from great to small Evelynn would seek out all forms of life and make them hers.

Through her meditation she would seek to see through the eyes of the tiny creature and soar, it was all a mature of practise and patience.

Everybody starts somewhere.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Slade wasn't really the type of person to respect privacy, well he wasn't really the type of person to respect anyone. He was more or less the type of person who would laugh at you when you begged for help then walked away. So what was he doing here? He was visiting an old friend of his father, or what he assumed was a friend. He was aware that they had history together but if he was ever going to take up his fathers mantle he needed to learn all about his life and the lives he had effected. Even if he thought it was meaningless and stupid. Walking into the meditation room to meet the woman Slade got a good look at her then scoffed loudly in a tone that made you want to slap him across the face.

"You must be joking." He said to the meditating woman he more than likely just broke the concentration of. "My father told me you were pathetic but here I see he is wrong. You've past the realm of pathetic a long time ago." He was of course talking about the sith knight who was meditating

Slade saw meditation for weak minded people like Jedi or Templars. It was for the lesser beings of this galaxy and he was going to laugh at her to the bank when he got home. The well dressed child slammed the door behind him and looked at the woman some more. "Answer me when I talk to you knave!" He sneered and wiped the sleeves of his suit acting as if he were entitled to everything in the galaxy. He wished to see this woman beaten through the streets just for taking up a practice such as meditation. But he would do right by his father and not arrange for the woman to be flogged in public.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

A voice.

An irritating voice.

At first Evelynn opted to ignore it, keeping her eyes shut and her mind focused on that of the small bird. Had it been Nemene sitting here in her stead then there would have been trouble, there would have been rage, there would have been a smear on the floor where this young man once stood and that would have been the end of that.

But a girl who meditates has patience.

When the door was slammed shut the girl's eyes snapped open and all concentration left her. The tiny bird fluttered off to the rafters. She had been so close. For a second Evelynn remained still, still focusing on keeping a good sense of composure, a deep inhale, her fingers twitched slightly, exhale. So close to being the mind, and the eye of the creature and he had disrupted her? What an impudent little...

...composure.

She simply stared at the boy, refusing to give him any satisfaction, any gratification. What you do with bold characters such as these, is ignore them, Evelynn knew this of course because she was bonded with such an impertinent person herself.

Then she shut her eyes again...

@[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

He was being ignored? No one ignored Slade, no one. "Are you deaf or just stupid wench?" Walking forward Slade stepped a few meters in front of her by the window. It was safe to say that Slade was pissed from what he saw as a dog ignore him. "Do you know who I am?! I am Slade Zambrano! Your master's son you dog! Now answer me!" Wanting to be paid attention to like the spoiled child that he was Slade wanted nothing more now than to see this woman flogged on Pantha for the sins of her ignoring the son of one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. "I suppose silence is a good quality for a woman. But she your lord addresses you I suggest you speak before I have your tongue removed." Giving another veiled threat he didn't want to put hands on the woman just yet.

Looking out the window he could see the bird she looked to be focusing on. " You like birds wench?" Reaching out his hand he struggled a bit as he attempted to force grip. He was still just a student in the force and he was still learning everything. But after a few seconds a few tweets followed by a crunch could be heard. Levitating the bird back it was clear that he had killed it

Setting its dead carcass in front of the young sith knight, Slade looked at her dead in the eyes and smiled evilly. Smug and content with his weak display of power. "Now answer me knave." He said to her in a soft commanding tone as the little lord caught his breath and chuckled over the fact he had slain a bird in front of the woman @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Oh dear.

She could take the ranting, the raving, in fact inwardly she scoffed at the concept of having her tongue removed, seeing as his father had already seen to the voice box. Unfortunately however it lead to more than just insults and threats, it went further than that. Let me fill you in.

Evelynn was a woman who adored nature. Don't misunderstand, she was no vegetarian, she ate meat and fully accepted that there were food chains to adhere to. Nature had rules. If the young woman encountered a wounded creature there would be no intervention, no healing, no pity. Just cycles of life, life that she would one day be able to harness. That, however, is off topic.

Needless cruelty towards sentient creatures was a hobby that the Sith adored, needless cruelty towards animals however, she abhorred. This was a woman who boiled the blood of a man for doing a small bit of harm towards a kath hound.

Slade Zambrano had not just crossed the line, he had shot himself out of a cannon over the line, out the building and off into space.

She opened her eyes, regarding the small bird's body a gentle sigh before the gaze moved to settle upon this boy. Unfortunately he was her Master's spawn, which came with an invincibility of its own, but only from death. The four remaining fingers on her right hand curled slowly, trembling as they did so, the Force wrapping itself around the boy's throat. A choke. That'll do nicely.

Yes. As a matter of fact, I like birds very much.

Her telepathy was frozen, sharp tones to send a shiver down the spine. There was fury there, but it was cold and deliberate. She stood up, raising the boy off the ground slightly as she did so.

I do not however, like you, young master. The woman said, tightening the grip ever so slightly. The mute looked around the room, and a twisted grin played upon her lips. I wonder just how thick these walls are? I wouldn't want your father to be alerted to your screams...

With that she ceased choking him and sent an almighty blast of the force at his chest. Why question the thickness of the walls when you can just crash a human body into them?

@[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Laughing almost cynically Slade looked down at the dead body of the bird then up at the girl her father had tourmented so. He showed no remorse for the death of the bird or her feelings towards it. "That's it you stupid woman you are nothing more than a play thing for me! Perhaps now you will learn who your master is do-" cutting himself off before he could finish his sentence the little lord felt the force wrap around his neck. Gagging and choking he held his own throat trying to break the non physical grip around his throat. "Stop... do you.. know... who I... am?!" He said still gagging and coughing to fight for his life. With his eyes glazing overf he felt his life slip more and more until the grasp was released. Taking a huge gasp of air anger and pain ignited onto his face.

"I WILL HAVE YOU HUNG!!!" His screaming didn't last long before a force push sent him flying slamming his small body against the hard wall. Nothing broke but he was certainly bruised from the hit. With all the air knocked out of his body he hit the ground and began to gasp for air like a fish out of water. Unable to speak he lay there gasping and coughing trying to settle in what exactly had just hit him. "I" he said panting and coughing "I will have." Coughing against the little lord gasped once more "your head." He said remaining on the floor.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Oh, that was cathartic.

The threats poured out of the boy, of course they did, he had now been slighted. However actions come with consequences and this was his price to pay. A little humiliation would be the least of his worries. From a sheath her belt the young woman pulled out an ornate dagger, one of Nemene's little gifts.

Do you think that frightens me, young master?

With a face of concrete, the girl drove the tip of the blade into the palm of her own hand. A shudder. A smile. Slowly, agonisingly, she drew the knife through her own flesh. A weapon of this quality lacerates with ease.

Will you have me hung? Will you have my head?

Evelynn scoffed, the only sound that had escaped her lips so far. After the perfect gash had been made, the girl walked over to the boy's form on the floor, clipped clicks of her heels echoing upon the stone floor. Standing over him, she clenched her wounded hand into a fist above his downed form and for a moment just stood in silence, letting the blood trickle out from between her blanched and bony fingers.

Death does not frighten me.

The girl crouched, moving her armed hand so that the flat side of the dagger kissed the underside of his chin, the point of the blade so close, craving more flesh. Try not to move too quickly.

But you will beg for it.

The bloodied hand moved, this time onto the boy's chest. One of her favourite tricks. Pressure, pressure would mount upon the young man's heart and with that would come pain. No, no, she wasn't killing him, she wasn't actually crushing his heart but that's what it would certainly feel like. Clever little manipulations of the nerves. Stay in school, study your anatomy, you might learn a thing or two.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

"YOU WILL BEG WHEN MY FATHER IS DONE WITH YOU WHORE!!" The little lord had caught his breath and didn't even mind the dagger he was so caught up in rage he didn't even notice the woman leave a bloody handprint on his clean white shirt. Then all of a sudden he began to cough, the pain started of mildly like a small burning sensation inside of him. But over time it grew and grew until it felt like he was having a heart attack. "You will beg for death!! It is you!" Squirming and coughing the pain in his chest was unbearable he felt like he was going to die and at this point he would welcome it after being thrown around like a rag doll for the better half of five minutes. The spasm of nerves In his chest continued as he rolled around on the floor writhing in pain and agony.

He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to call his father. He feared for his life and now without the man he hated he was sure to die here. Or at least that's what he thought in his mind. Reaching into his coat pocket he grabbed the communicator and quickly hailed his dark lord of a father. "FATHER!! SHE IS KILLING ME, HELP PLEASE!!" Quickly he sent the message and coughed afterward spasming until he could feel the darkness come over him.

Blacking out from the pain Slade lay there unconscious and passed out before the woman who put him in that state. She could do whatever she wanted to him in this state and he couldn't do a thing to fight her.

@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Oh, that had done it.

A tremor in the Force alerted Evelynn that yes, his father had in fact heard his distress call. Whether or not that tremor was out of anger remained to be seen, but it carried the same darkness of a morbidly curious Kaine. If one listened closely, could you hear the sound of his jackboots on the cold marble floor? Or was that only an illusion brought on by the anxiety Kaine created whenever he went? Time would tell, but perhaps it would tell it sooner than expected! A shadow flickered in the doorway, the imposing frame of the Tyrant of Pacanth creating an ominous figure in the gloom of the hallway, the interior light of the chamber barely casting the slightest glimmer upon his well-tailored form. Then he entered the chamber, the light now fully illuminating him, and he stared calmly at the crumbled form of his bastard son, and at Evelynn who stood above him with a bloodied dagger in hand. Didn't look all that good when taken out of context.

Without even lifting a finger, an invisible hand clutched around Evelynn's throat, his telekinesis, while not as good as Shorn's, could easily outmatch the young Knight's. He flung her across the room, to separate her from his prone son, while he closed the distance between himself and Slade with only a few steps. He knelt before his son, a needle suddenly emerging from the confines of his robe, and plunging directly through the soft fabric of his shirt and into his heart. The sudden rush of adrenaline would awaken the young Prince, only to be confronted with the intimidating face of his father. "Get up, boy. I'd like to have a word with you and young Evelynn." He stood back up to his full height, and slowly walked over to Evelynn, knowing that Slade would follow his lead, or else.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"] @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

The girl's expression turned very swiftly, her smirk of sick satisfaction twisted into a mask of disgust. Calling for his father as soon as the heat was on. Oh-ho, that was never going to do. That was a weakness that the boy was eventually going to have to lose, one way or the other. Can't be crying for daddy on the galactic stage, nor can a God-King be caught coddling his favourite precious prince.

Trials and tribulations lay ahead for Slade Zambrano, and the Silent Sister was aware of that fact.

Enter Kaine Zambrano to save the day and the she was rag-dolled across the meditation chamber like his son had been before. Understandable, I mean that was one of his heirs and she was crouched over him with a dagger in hand. So a fair cause for concern. As the Sith Lord resuscitated his son the mute girl swiftly wiped her dagger clean upon her trouser leg before sheathing it.

Back on her feet Evelynn stood as if she had done nothing wrong, with her arms folded across her chest. The Silent Sister was unsure if Kaine was in fact angered by what she had done, but she refused to back down as if she were in the wrong.

My Lord, I implore you to please teach this wretch some basic manners before you turn him loose in the castle.

It was evident that her bond with her sister had made her a much bolder girl than before, but she had to remember, Nemene Talith was not here. This was just the Evelynn show, and right now calling Slade Zambrano a wretch wasn't exactly the best course of action.

Even if it was true.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"], @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

You ever watch the movie pulp fiction where Vince jabbed uma therman in the heart with adrenaline? Well if so then you would know almost the instant reaction that it had when it struck the heart. Once his father had pulp fictioned him back into consciousness Slade quickly shot up screaming his guts out at the hit of the adrenaline. Gasping and coughing for air he caught his breath then looked up at his father. "Yes father." He said letting his mouth fade away to act like a sweet innocent child that he pretended to be. Once he fully recovered he stood up and dusted off his suit. He as going to milk this so hard, he was in to make every waking moment of that foul woman's life more hellish than his father had ever done

Putting on a more sweet voice he followed the man and began to speak. "Father, I wanted to show miss Evelyn what I had learned. I came in and was only trying to talk to her. Then I showed her that I learned how to force grip things. So I killed a bird like you would have..." Coughing again for dramatic effect Slade looked over to woman and looked down in sadness. "I only wanted to make you proud, then she just snapped and came at me like I had attacked her." The little lord lied through his teeth but he was so confident in his lies that he almost believed them to be truths himself. Hopefully his father would buy what he was selling. It was a private meditation chamber so there were no cameras recording, it was his word versus hers.

@[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

What a little...

Evelynn's eyes widened slightly as the foul boy cranked his innocence up to eleven. Of course, he did. I mean, he had to have some kind of natural talent. The little weasel. A pity the mute hadn't intended to kill him, it probably would have been easier to push him out of the window and see if he could fly.

I am not going to bicker with a child.

Her gaze flitted from the boy to his father, an eyebrow of curiosity pitched at Kaine. Would he fall for his son's manipulations? Maybe. Was Evelynn going to put her neck out there in the name of pride? Never. The woman dropped to one knee and bowed her head, on Rattatak things would have went differently, with a Slade-sized smear made across the pit but as such they were not on Rattatak and the girl would play things the Zambrano way.

There is truth in his claims, My Lord. His shrieks may have concerned you, but I had no intentions of killing the young master. However, I submit to your will and if you feel that I need to be punished then so be it.

Pain is pleasure, after all.

@[member="Darth Vornskr"], @[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine listened to his son's side of what had transpired to make Kaine come all the way down here to break up the scuffle, to Evelynn submitting to his authority on the matter. He knew instantly his son was lying about being the innocent victim in this scuffle, having been the one to break Evelynn and mold her into the Sith she was, he knew that she wouldn't attack unprovoked. That led to the matter of the dead bird, while Kaine by no means was a lover or life, or did he really care if a weak creature like that died. Both of them were in the wrong, but for different reasons. Kaine had an idea forming on how to settle their disputes fairly, and in a most enjoyable fashion. He looked to Evelynn first, "Attacking the Prince is a serious crime, Evelynn. You should not have lashed out at him so, you should have contacted me telepathically. Next time I'll take more from your body." He looked to his son now, gripping his cheeks with his right hand forcefully, and making him look at Kaine. "You let this mouse get the better of you? This mute creature? I thought you were better than a mouse, but what is there that is lower than a mouse?"

He released his hold on Slade, and turned to address both of them at once. "This matter will be settled as I see fit. You both will be stripped of clothes and armor, and made to fight in the arena. The field be force dampened, so your skills as a swordsman will determine this matter. The swords will be blunted, but still sharp enough to cut flesh and sting on impact. The match will begin in one hour, return to your quarters until I call for you. NOW." The emphasis on the last word spoke volumes of Kaine's impatience at this whole affair, and the growing anticipating to watch his bastard son and his top apprentice settle their differences in the Ring of Blood.

Should be fun.

@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Gulping as his father held his cheeks squishing them together he was honestly more afraid of him then he was the Evelynn, quickly he answered his question that he asked "Worms father, worms are lower than mice." Looking down in shame the young boy's heart filled with anger for what had happened. His mother would never allow this to happen to him, she was good to him while kaine kept them hidden in the deepest parts of the galaxy. His bastard son who never amounted to anything. But how he would prove them all wrong one day. He was young still but this was his first step on the road to being a man. Taking your punishments and owning up to what you had done. With that Slade nodded to his father and spoke

"Yes father, I will go prepare myself." Glaring at evelynn as he walked out this was far from over and even though she would most likely beat him in battle he would make sure she broke down worse than she already was

"Keep your whore on a tighter leash father." He said exiting the room to prepare himself for battle. Slade wasn't the strongest person he was only fourteen and just going through puberty. He weight a hundred and twenty pounds at most but he was strong enough to swing a sword, and that's what he was going to do. Swing a sword directly at that traitorous woman's black heart

@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Louise]

So this was the price for trying to meditate?

She nodded at her Master, a glimmer of annoyance in her eyes. So be it. This was hardly her area of expertise. Hand-to-hand combat was always going to be her downfall. Really, it should have been what the girl focused upon, her mother's death ultimately came from impoverished duelling skills, so why let that risk run?

The mute would not respond to the mouse comment. They would see. One day.

After the boy had said his lovely departing words and left the room, she stared at Kaine with a pinch of that good old silent fury. Let me take him to Rattatak, My Lord. I'll make him into a man. With that said, she too departed to prepare. Unless you'd rather have a weasel for a son.

Think about it.

---

Evelynn relaxed in her chambers, actually managing to achieve a moment of calm before this storm. Naturally she had already stripped herself of all clothing, finding a certain comfort in nudity. An animal comfort. The battle of the lightweights drew nearer.

Despite now living a more regal kind of life, Evelynn was still painfully thin. Her body sharp and bony, and that pallid flesh quite literally covered with scars. The faded X across her chest of course had been Kaine's work, along with the more pronounced one across her throat and of course the fabled missing finger. However between Nemene and her own curious fetishes the rest of her body was the roadmap to suffering. Nicks and cuts, burns and harsh bruises that were yet to fade.

Some called her a mouse.

Others a whore.

But she was pain made flesh.

@[member="Darth Vornskr"], @[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine watched his son and his apprentice depart from the chamber, where he was left alone to ponder Evelynn's words. It was true that his son was less than appealing in the eyes of the Dark Lord, he had much to learn, so very much. His attitude was less than adequate as well, overly cocky and arrogant to no end, even in the face of bodily harm. Tenacious some would call, but others would call it foolish bravado. Kaine was leaning towards the latter statement, but he cared for his son in some capacity. All of the Zambrano family members were important to Kaine's grand plan, and he needed Slade to become a true Sith like he was. It was in that moment that after the bout between Slade and Evelynn, Kaine would allow Evelynn to beat some sense into the child, and mold him into a man. As silly as tasking a woman to turn a boy into a man sounded, Evelynn understood the fundamentals of the Sith Code, and she would provide a good mentor to the child while Kaine himself was busy with his own apprentices.

Sometime later~

The arena would be prepared, somewhat crowded with a mixture of Epicanthix guards, Graug warriors, Vanr Honor Guard, and the occasional nobleman who had come to witness such a amusing event. Voluptuous slaves strolled up and down the isles of the arena seats, trays of refreshing food and drinks. What the slaves wore could be hardly called clothing at all, rather a set of see-through garments meant to tease the spectators from a distance, but when the slaves approached the garment became more corporeal again, obscuring what was hidden behind. High above them sat Kaine upon a throne not unlike the one in his throne room, surrounded by a cadre of concubines who fed him fruits and pleased him when it was required of them. Kaine waved them away for a moment, before using the force to amplify his voice to boom across the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a momentous occasion. Prince Slade has been slighted by Lady Evelynn, and vice versa. To settle their difference, I, your King, have decreed that this dispute shall be settled by non-lethal combat in this very arena... Now then, let's bring out the combatants!"

The portcullises at each side of the arena would open, letting each combat come out from their respective entrances.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"] @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Standing in the arena gripping his training blade Slade looked across to his opponent and sneered. "You will pay dearly whore, perhaps when I'm done with you lesser creatures like you can go about their proper duties like spreading their legs for any drunken warrior of my fathers army to procreate." His words were harsh and quite mean. While Slade was still learning he was quite weak in the force but he was great at fighting with a blade. At least a lightsaber, that didn't have any weight to it. These blades were made of metal and were heavy. Almost too heavy for him, he had to use both hands just to lift the one handed blade. But it wouldn't matter, he would teach Evelynn a lesson in respect for those above you.

Or at least that's what he thought in his own little world. There were no force powers in this arena and now that he knew Evelynn couldn't talk he was glad he could say whatever he wanted and the wench couldn't speak back to him. "Well wench, as your lord I will allow the lady. And I say that very loosely to have the first move. In all your shabby demeanor." Twirling his blade he looked at the woman and prepared himself for combat, his short was off and all he had on were his black slacks and dress shoes. @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Louise]

Fortunately for the little runt, Evelynn was by no means a large woman. She stood at an average five foot six and was fairly underweight for somebody of that side. She wasn't going to be wielding with one hand either, not if she wished to have control over the weapon. The fact that the Force was dampened here gave Slade a sliver of a chance, but only a sliver. Although in saying that, she seemed to be having a harder time lifting the blade than he did, struggling to hoist the metal onto her shoulder.

In a moment her eyes widened, the skin upon her shoulder erupted into flames. Of course. Devaronian blood-poison, one of Nemene's favourites. In fact, the pair had even experimented with it in their...spare time. No, no. Don't let your face give it away, give him a surprise. Calm. Composed. You've felt much worse pain than this. Wait until it cuts.

She managed to turn her slight grimace into a pleasant smile, her only response to his foul little insults, the boy insisted on calling her a whore, which was hilarious given that she was one of the few women within the castle that hadn't actually taken a ride on the Zambrano Express.

Standing completely naked the woman strolled towards him with a grin still plastered upon her face. Keeping any indication of serious pain under wraps. Her pace was slow and leisurely, the flat of the blade resting upon her right shoulder as if she were some burly knight. Then she halted, only a couple of feet away from him. What could the mute do? I mean, the girl looked to struggle to pick up her own bloody weapon!?

Then a flash. She leapt forward, and suddenly lacking the extreme feebleness from before attempted to bring the hilt of the weapon down upon the top of the boy's head. A nice crack on the head would be the first lesson, if it hit.

What? Did you really think she was that weak?

@[member="Slade Zambrano"], @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Well she was naked, very naked. Slade had never seen a naked woman before and it was quite wonderful really. the girl didnt have an ounce of fat on her and made Slade feel really interesting things. but knowing what this was he refocused and got back to his normal self. Slade laughed almost at the face of the pathetic creature in front of him, it was quite hilarious to see the woman try to stand against him. "What's the matter whore? Did you spend your time karking with every man and servant at this castle before facing me? You are nothing you filthy little gutter tramp. My father should of cast you down the moment he saw you. You are garbage and you prove it here you impudent sl-" being cut of the woman suddenly charged him and came at him worse than naked Miley Cirus on a wrecking ball

Quickly moving his head to the right it took every ounce of his reflexes to dodge the incoming attack. Rolling forward through the dirt he stood back up to see the woman's nude back side. Slade was a pale child, a very pale child but his face was more red in this instance than ever. Not out of hatred or anger but other teenaged feelings. Shaking his head once more he quickly came at the woman with a slash that aimed down her back @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Close but no cigar.

The boy moved, a pity for perhaps a solid strike upon his head would have knocked a shred of sense into him. Maybe another time, and maybe a lot of times.

Turning her head she found him red-faced, and before she could even react to that he charged. Whirling around she brought her blade upwards and the swords clattered together with a vicious vibration greeting her hands that gripped the hilt, which was unappreciated as one of the most uncomfortable sensations out there in the world, like rubbing your teeth on a towel.

Rather than pressing on and forcing a test of strength the woman took a step backwards. The reason for his red face finally becoming apparently. Oh. Dear. She openly laughed. An uncomfortable sight considering the only sounds that came from Evelynn were rasping gasps of air. The act of laughter naturally causing her meagre bosom to heave.

Mood whiplash, she stepped forward once more, swinging the blade around from the right, so that the flat of the blade would hopefully impact with the boy's left shoulder.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"]