galacticdemon.

There’s cold, cruel laughter as hands slip once more out of sight. She had to give it to him: he was a good shot. Better than most. But if he was counting on catching her for his next meal he was in for a disappointment.

❝ Oh, am I getting you all hot and bothered? ❞ she taunts, fully materializing now. Ryoko is brazen enough to straddle him at his place on the floor, lips inches from his own. Close and uncaring that he likely had the barrel of his gun centimeters from her gut. Her true power has barely been accessed

❝ Of course I’m mocking you, ❞ she admits with no shortage of smugness. ❝ So are you going to shoot me or what? ❞ 

^{she breaks the kinds of physics spike hasn’t even dreamed of.  her worth seems impossible to get hold of and he knows for a fact now that she is prolonging this.  does this mean he will give up ?  a stubbornness in his mind is reluctant to let go  /  it says no,  and then he finds them intimately close.  not graced by a lover’s touch,  but an enemy’s taunt.} 

^{the grasp on his gun is tight and the finger settles nice on the trigger.  he doesn’t move back from her because that isn’t his style.    he’s smirking,  eager to find a challenge that’s near impossible to surpass. maybe this will be his last ride.} 

^{and he still smirks when he pulls the trigger,  creating that spark of the gunpowder that sends forth the bullet through the barrel and into her gut.}