Strickenized
sorry for thge wait. RL literally ki9cked my a** three ways from Friday.
Oh hell no. The lieutenant seemed to be tiring, and Dubhe felt a mixed twinge of her normal urge to worry, and an odd feeling of pride. She was running on adrenaline at the moment, but the motion was not amiss -- and Sailor Dubhe's hand moved to grab Crysies. If she was lucky, she'd catch it -- the agent had done enough damage for one night, and Dubhe moved to plant her feet, exporession absolutely cold at this point -- fgar from her normal sunny disposition.
"I wouldn't try anything else funny..." Dubhe drawled, tone an eerie soft. "Not unless you really don't value walking. But then you wanted a fight anyhow."
The last worfds were all but spat, the blonde scowling.
