"Oh shut the ******** hell up you little p***k. I'm still stronger and faster than you," Ilyrosa growled, not even bothering to stand and instead opting to sit up. She was glad she had remained sitting as the unmistakable sounds of Damien falling against the shelf graced her ears. Seemed she wasn't the only one to hit her head and have problems focusing. It was only after she stopped focusing on trying to kick his a** that the tell-tale sounds of the manager speaking with police dimly made it through her muddled brain.
Oh great. Damon was going to be absolutely THRILLED when he heard about this. There had to have been at least fifty dollars in destroyed products around them that she had wasted and who knew how much the p***k had wasted. ******** THRILLED. "Get over yourself. You wouldn't have won anyways," Ily hissed as she slowly got to her feet and stood. Her little smokescreen attempt was already almost gone, having settled at last on the slick ground making it even more treacherous to walk on. "You're lucky you're Gabe's brother or I would have wrung your little neck out," she added with a hiss, glare softening a little. Well, other than the impending bill, there wasn't a whole lot of damage done right?
