[Instinct is exactly what guides her as the blade bites into her skin. He gets her right across the chest when she doesn't move out of the way, slicing into the suit she wore and across the dress shirt beneath. A red line of crimson blossoms into existence as it traces the path the blade took across her skin.
It wasn't anything that would harm her or even slow her down regardless of how deep it might appear to be. As pain flooded her system, she revels in it before focusing. Instinctively she jumps back and lands into a crouched position, head tilted to the side for a moment before reaching up to dip her fingers into the cut and then lick the blood off her fingers.
A second later, she was rushing him again, staying low to keep from being hit in the chest again and looking to tackle him around the waist and into the nearest wall if he didn't get out of the way.]
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It wasn't anything that would harm her or even slow her down regardless of how deep it might appear to be. As pain flooded her system, she revels in it before focusing. Instinctively she jumps back and lands into a crouched position, head tilted to the side for a moment before reaching up to dip her fingers into the cut and then lick the blood off her fingers.
A second later, she was rushing him again, staying low to keep from being hit in the chest again and looking to tackle him around the waist and into the nearest wall if he didn't get out of the way.]