"Envy is the greatest compliment I could be gifted," she teases, snapping her teeth together playfully at him in punctuation. Though she's grateful that they turn to more physical exchanges instead of verbal banter. She has an itch beneath her skin, a discordance in her bones that only this can solve. Destruction, predatory pursuits, whatever you would like to call it. Hunting is the cure, and they get to it swiftly, moving as quickly as their writhing prey.
She doesn't have time to spare for laughter, but she snorts - unladylike, spontaneous - at the worm crashing into the stump Jigano had been sheltered behind. The sound is disgusting, like throwing a wet rag at a wall, and it's infinitely amusing to her. It's a sufficient distraction as she hurls the other bar, and her ankle is nearly swept from under her as the half-pinned worm writhes. Turning back she snarls at it, a primordial response that she has not been able to outgrow in her human body.
Jigano's words prompt another short bark of laughter, appreciating the puns even if she'd rather focus on murdering these little wriggly bastards. "I'll make sure to take a stab at it," she calls back, lunging for her prey and gripping onto the half-embedded stake, shoving down hard to try and pin it further. As she does so, one hand leaves the bar to crudely shove into the wound she has left, and with the back of her hand against the bar and her palm in the creature's insides, electrifies the worm anew. Hopefully if she can take this one out quickly by frying whatever weird internal organs it has, she can refocus on the angry big'un behind the wall and assist Jigano with his own.
She doesn't have time to spare for laughter, but she snorts - unladylike, spontaneous - at the worm crashing into the stump Jigano had been sheltered behind. The sound is disgusting, like throwing a wet rag at a wall, and it's infinitely amusing to her. It's a sufficient distraction as she hurls the other bar, and her ankle is nearly swept from under her as the half-pinned worm writhes. Turning back she snarls at it, a primordial response that she has not been able to outgrow in her human body.
Jigano's words prompt another short bark of laughter, appreciating the puns even if she'd rather focus on murdering these little wriggly bastards. "I'll make sure to take a stab at it," she calls back, lunging for her prey and gripping onto the half-embedded stake, shoving down hard to try and pin it further. As she does so, one hand leaves the bar to crudely shove into the wound she has left, and with the back of her hand against the bar and her palm in the creature's insides, electrifies the worm anew. Hopefully if she can take this one out quickly by frying whatever weird internal organs it has, she can refocus on the angry big'un behind the wall and assist Jigano with his own.
