Battle of Wills
“You talk like you have the authority to do so.”
“Don’t I? After all, it was you who demanded an explanation.”
“You should watch how you speak to me, little girl.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because those whose tongues wag too freely get them cut off.”
A laugh. “Ah, yes, I suppose that’s meant to scare me.” Giggling, intermitten between words. “You and your lot, you’re all the same– you think a little intimidation tactic is enough to shut up anyone. It might work on your little cronies, but unlike them I’ve got some backbone. I don’t need to follow some pompous, arrogant would-be warlord to get my kicks and keep my pride. I’ll tell you now that I’m not going to–”
A loud thump. Harsh breathing from two sets of lungs.
“Yes, you will.”
“…”
“…”
“…You going to hit me now?”
“…”
“Didn’t think so.”
“You’re trembling.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m defeated.”
Heya,
No names, no descriptions, and yet I can fully imagine the scene. I doubt there’s anything else left for me to say. ^_~
Keep it up,
- César
ooOooOoh…sheksheeee….