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[singinghuntress]

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[singinghuntress]

[Fuck you Integra.

Rip is enjoying the feel of flesh give away under her fangs and the first drops of blood caressing her tongue. It's so nice to taste something so familiar again~.

She doesn't even hear someone else approaching or notice he's going for a knife until she hears the all to familiar crack of gunshots.

Both shots grazed her, tearing clothing and nicking skin. At first, she didn't think much of it.. then the searing pain started and Rip immediately let go of her victim enough to let him push her away as she reeled with shock.

The pain was spreading and agonizing! What was that!? She bit back a scream as she turned towards the source, rage burning in her eyes as she spots Integra.]

Zo zhe knight comes to save zhe damsel in distress. How cute.. Now go avay you blonde limey bastard und let me finish my meal.

[fairbrook]

Oh, don't give me that.

[She scoffed. Sorry, she's just not having any of Rip's shit today. The venom in her tone was almost palpable.]

I know as well as you that you see this man as nothing more than a toy in this game of yours. Your battle is with me, madam. Spare him this instant, or I will make no hesitation to strike you down.

[She points her gun towards Rip, watching her carefully, but refrains from shooting her again just yet. While Blackquill was still in her grasp, it made targeting her difficult now that Rip was aware. Still, Integra had more than one backup plan should Rip refuse to obey.]

[shacklebreaker]

[As soon as he pushes Rip away, Blackquill draws the tanto, holding it in a defensive grip, his other hand trying to stem the blood from the punctures in his neck. Even with his skills in swordsmanship he knows he can't outmatch her in speed or strength, but he'd rather have a weapon between himself and her than nothing at all.]

If I turn into a bloodsucking monster... I'm holding you accountable, Sir Integra.

[Nothing like a little ill-timed humour when he could get killed at any moment.]

[singinghuntress]

[Rip was till reeling from the spread what felt like fire against her skin. Those had to be silver and knowing the bitched, probably blessed by some crazy priest or something.

Just her luck. Rip kept her eyes trained on Integra and stayed aware of what her victim was doing.

What a cute little blade. She may have to use that to her advantage. Rip's eyes flickered from the blonde bitches to her evening meal before she forced herself to move. She quickly reached for the wrist of his hand holding the blade and twisted until she was able to maneuver him to be in front of her and the blade still in a defensive pose, only this time HE was protecting her as well.

Rip gritted her teeth, still trying to ignore the pain. She could have sworn it was getting worse.]

Vats a battle vithout a shield? All I vanted vas a quick bite und to find out vhy zhis moron vas hunting me.

It's not polite to stalk a girl vithout providing dinner first. Und besides, battles between us haf alvays had collateral damage, it's vat makes zhe fighting so much fun!