Even as Clerise felt her FEAR shield dissipate, Jezebel slicing into her flesh and leaving a thin stripe of red against pale skin-- Clerise grinned. Because she was learning-- or would be able to.
"Why in the world are you apologising," she asked, incredulous, even as she stretched. "That's why I'm a ********' trainee and need to. You know. Train." She struggled up for the last time, looking a bit...green, and a good bit woozy.
"Also don't call me kid," she muttered, cocking her head with a half smile. It had less oomph this time, and he HAD just trounced her. She guessed it was allowable, for now. The last move that had knocked the shield down had been less...oomphy. She didn't have the words for it, but he was suddenly ...less. Balthazar faded, slipping back into being naught but a simple pocket watch, nestled in the grass before her.
She knelt to pick him up-- and burst into laughter as soon as Robert said that 'she could have had a nice life.'
"WHAT." Stomping towards the larger hunter, she jabbed at his chest with a finger. "This IS my nice life. I KNOW you know this-- I chose to come here. I chose to set aside the remains of my life to ******** start over." Clerise huffed, tapping her steel toed boot against the turf. "Don't be a t**t."
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