There's a vicious, primordial sort of pleasure to the act of cutting the worm into pieces. A release of any pent up emotion she may be feeling. A reminder that though she has been unfairly stripped of her powers, she is not helpless. Still a predator beneath this delicate, breakable skin she finds herself in. But there's more to be done, and she idly flicks her wrist to dislodge bits of flesh clinging to her, catching her breath for a moment before turning. And laughs not only at the image the last vermin makes, but at Jigano for prepping it for slaughter with such amusing words.
"Making me do all the heavy work? A wonderful gift." But her grin is playful as she twists to deliver a hard blow to the section of the creature closest to her. This time she doesn't hack and chop, because guts don't wash out well. One firm chop and, trusting Jigano will hold it firm, she sinks her hand in one last time to spark her fingers against its nervous system. Saves her a little bit of a workout.
"Making me do all the heavy work? A wonderful gift." But her grin is playful as she twists to deliver a hard blow to the section of the creature closest to her. This time she doesn't hack and chop, because guts don't wash out well. One firm chop and, trusting Jigano will hold it firm, she sinks her hand in one last time to spark her fingers against its nervous system. Saves her a little bit of a workout.
