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Snake boy was definitely a sore spot, then. Quintinite made a mental note of this, then smiled charmingly at Harmotome as the toe of his boot came into contact with her shin. She was glowering at him now, all spitfire and sass, and it was met with a cool eyed, perfectly innocent look in return.

Or maybe not so innocent. Quintinite went to kick her again.

"Maybe you're secretly lovebirds." And then, "Lovesnakes?"


HP: 7 / 20
DMG: 4

Oops, he'd hit a nerve.



"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," Quintinite whispered from the ground, wheezing a little, and swung his leg out to knock her off of her feet.


HP: 2 / 20
DMG: 4

Pyro only waited two seconds after she was back on her feet.

"OKAY DARLING, SOME COWS AREN'T MEANT FOR HIGH HORSES!!!!"

To Quinnie, he waved before following Harm off to harass her.

As was his rights.

Spactator

Strengite groaned when BB lost and in such a similar fashion to how she went down as well. At least BB didn't have a chick slamming her head into the ground like Strengite had, her head gave a quick throb at the reminder of her injury. "Where was the hundred and ten present 'Anna'?" She jeered at the other Lieutenant as the braided and stacked fighter stormed off before turning her attentions to the Tron boy who reminded her that Drag Queen looked like a Alice in Wonderland reject in drag. She had caught the blush at her air kiss and the return wink... maybe her day wasn't going to be pointless afterall.

When the boy suggested they meet up later Strengite kept silent but shrugged back at him before promptly watching his a** as he started to leave. Not bad... hers was better but few asses were. She strategically waited before he was nearly out of the room before she caught up with him, sliding her arm through his and pressing up against his side, one of the best ways to fluster a guy or get him interested, either way worked for her purposes right then. "Latter? How about now? You can show me around, maybe get some food. Just enjoy each other's company, that kind of thing."

''Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly.' The line from the poem drifted through her thoughts as they made their way from the area. Today really wasn't turning out too horrible. Not at all.

Mab was absolutely thrilled by the way that Hamburgertome's battle with the brilliant and dashing Lieutenant was going. Had he mentioned that he was a fan of anyone in the Negaverse that actually understood what proper skincare products were? Because Quintinite absolutely seemed to not only have a good grasp of what they were, but also how to apply them to his skin so that he didn't end up looking like a wrinkled, gnarled hag.

Which Harmotome did. The cow. The utensil tossing Halloween trollop!

Of course, it helped that Quintinite was fit and Mab did so have a weakness for fit gentlemen, it really was a weakness. It was also the only redeeming feature in having to play rugby all those years...or running the Long Ducker (even supposing that charity wasn't enough of a reason, and let's be real, for a teenage boy, it wouldn't be).

Quintinite seemed to be able to enrage Harmotome the most by implying that she was romantically inclined towards the snake General, which was quite interesting to Mab; he would definitely have to remember that and keep it for his later arsenal of barbs and brands with regards to the young woman. It was even more effective than calling her a cow or mooing, which was delightful in such a catty way that he couldn't help clapping his hands in delight and tapping Cornetite's knee. "This is utterly brilliant, look! He's taking the piss out of her, it's amazing! I don't think I've ever seen a woman turn that shade without clown paint! Bravo, Quintinite! Bravo!"

Things got a bit tricky near the end, with both of the officers looking utterly gutted, the back and forth of blows and 'witty' repartee leaving them battered and flushed - there was even a point where Mab had to gasp and bite at the hem of his skirt thing in order to not scream with frustration at the thought of Harmotome being allowed to continue on one step further, but thankfully Quintinite's wand held a bit of magic after all and he was able to trounce the little git roundly at the last minute by knocking her off her feet and onto her arse just before General Aurostibite came out and waved his little red flag of victory.

A fitting win for the matching officer.

Mab was on his feet, jumping and cheering wildly. "Go Quintinite, Go! You showed her! Yes!" and "Take that you bloody COW!"

Not that she hung around, no. She was heading off to sulk, with snake General following her. Mab being Mab flounced down to the ring-side to pick up a bottle of water and sashay his way into the ring to take it to Quintinite. "Congratulations darling, that was absolutely lovely."