He grunted as the blow struck him in the jaw, and he twisted the knife-handle. "Can't... can't kill you here. But I bet it hurts. I wonder if it'd scar if I sliced up that haughty fucking face of yours. I could peel the damn thing off like a banana skin. Give you a proper family resemblance." He giggled dementedly.
Ohyeah. Pain. The worst of it was overridden by sheer fury, though--she hadn't felt this angry since, well, since she slugged it out with Teatime in the Tooth Fairy's castle. Something about homicidal men made her want to pummel them senseless, apparently.
"Oh, don't you wish," she grunted, bringing the poker around in a swirling arch and cracking it across the back of his head. "There's--OW--nothing to you--I bet I could...could pin you to the bloody wall."
He hissed in pain at the second blow, but used the momentum to push forward, knocking her down. He pulled the knife up with another twist, and held it up, letting her own blood drip onto her face. "I know you think I'm nothing. A lot of people have thought that. It's not as satisfying as it should be, proving them wrong like this." He snarled again. "But it'll do."
"I don't...know what I used to think of you," she grunted, grinding her teeth against the pain of the knife's passage, "but I'm not exactly dazzled by your personality now."
The knife was out--thanks gods for small favors. Catching one boot around his ankle she flipped them both, rising to her knees and raising the poker over her head, the blood on her face hot and sticky and smelling like electrified pennies. Baring her teeth in an expression that was more grimace than grin, she brought the poker straight down into his chest, twisting as she went. "Turn about's fair play, isn't it?"
Susan winced, drawing a pained, hissing breath--bloody hell, those things were sharp.
"Don't bugger with a classic," she grunted, yanking the poker back out with a sickening, squishy splort and rolling away from him, fighting a losing battle to get to her feet.
"You don't know shit about classic." Pulling himself painfully to his knees, he raised the knife again and grabbed her hair. He might not be able to kill her here, but he could scalp her...
Okay, that was a bad idea. Susan's hair had, quite literally, a mind of its own--it had attacked the last hairdresser who had attempted to cut it, and he hadn't been trying to hack it off with a razor-sharp knife. Coils and tendrils wound around his arms before she could even think of some other retaliation, creeping up and wrapping around his neck like a snake.
The phrase well, DUH wasn't in Susan's vocabulary, but if it had been she would have used it. There were very few times her hair's sentience had come in handy, but she was damn glad she had it now.
"I don't think it likes you," she said, drawing back and punching him yet again. She didn't linger to see how effective it was--bugger this. The man was nuts, and worse, the hair was really the only advantage she had over him. A few staggering steps and she was out and away, fading inconspicuously so nobody would question the sundry bruises, cuts, and bloodstains, or the gory poker.
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Date: 2006-12-06 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 02:26 am (UTC)"Oh, don't you wish," she grunted, bringing the poker around in a swirling arch and cracking it across the back of his head. "There's--OW--nothing to you--I bet I could...could pin you to the bloody wall."
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Date: 2006-12-06 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 02:51 am (UTC)The knife was out--thanks gods for small favors. Catching one boot around his ankle she flipped them both, rising to her knees and raising the poker over her head, the blood on her face hot and sticky and smelling like electrified pennies. Baring her teeth in an expression that was more grimace than grin, she brought the poker straight down into his chest, twisting as she went. "Turn about's fair play, isn't it?"
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Date: 2006-12-06 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 03:18 am (UTC)"Don't bugger with a classic," she grunted, yanking the poker back out with a sickening, squishy splort and rolling away from him, fighting a losing battle to get to her feet.
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Date: 2006-12-06 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 03:53 am (UTC)"I don't think it likes you," she said, drawing back and punching him yet again. She didn't linger to see how effective it was--bugger this. The man was nuts, and worse, the hair was really the only advantage she had over him. A few staggering steps and she was out and away, fading inconspicuously so nobody would question the sundry bruises, cuts, and bloodstains, or the gory poker.