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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Dec 17, 2013 21:33:16 GMT -5
The grenade had landed in the dark swell of the exit, least one of the exits, but heck. Could the Firefly even try to find another? Did it truly matter if he did and escaped the warehouse? Would he truly escape? That was sure something, the creature was sure was ticking away in his head. This Firefly. Perhaps saying his name stirred something inside him, perhaps she was more on point, but didn't know who he was until right now. Putting the two together really wasn't a hard stretch. No, not hard at all. Then again his name wasn't her main goal. Nor even the target. He was! Maybe more than he had realised it, but from the senses. The vibration he wasn't completely without his wits or nerves. As the fire walls broke free. Sparks and crackles. Mustering up the bellowing sound, but no there was sounds of a scream. As quick as the fire had sprung, the creature. The Serpent had jumped. Vanished back into the surroundings. The environment. She was not so much the chameleon, just instinctual hide and seek. Lost from sight, but open to the sounds. The Firefly yelling his words, crashing into the echoing of outside raging. The Serpent lost in the dark simply smirked. How really did it feel to know you are being watched? Preyed on? Without much of a clue from where? Feeling that invisible web tightening. As in response to his initial concerns, the Serpent echoes a low darkening laugh. Taste wasn't truly the end result, but there was always a way in. Always!
Felt his unsteady composure like riddles in the vibrations. Could feel the rise. The increase as her lips. Tongue. Echoed the hiss. Growing first in a medley with the bellowing flames, but danced into the darkened shadows. Where she had all but belonged. It was potentially a dash here, slither there, but all it came down to was the near firm placement. As the Serpent, all but shadowed the Firefly. Inches, perhaps. The Serpent could feel the hairs stand up. Feel his heart skip perhaps a couple beats. Dark eyes tracked only so much, because there was little to no way he was going to escape her. Instincts soon brought the Firefly around. Her eyes hardly shifting even for a single moment as she soon facing him, face to face. Mere footsteps away. Not even a shake in her own steps and the Firefly stepped back, actually he kinda jumped back. Hmmm, but he was not without his toys. As his hand held on the flame thrower, only it was thrown in her direction. Least one could assume she was his target. "Not quite!" The Serpent simply stated, responding to him calling out Jesus, even if it was not a direct remark, but hell, she wasn't here to save him. With the ever slight tilt of her head and eyes barely blinked. Letting his words fall and fall they did. "Compliments! Hmmm, where are my manners?" Even in her dark quick tongue she knew compliments was over reaching, but even if he was, Would compliments really change things? Are, well maybe she had been dancing around things just a tad, though never did she lie. She was what she was. As her tongue spoke of manners. Her fangs shortly sprang from her gums. It was merely a matter of what pressure point, but she really wasn't fussy.
Talking about pressure points, the Serpent could feel the ever shake of his fingers around that flame thrower. The Serpent had remained still, but as the thrower was directed. The Serpent took to a stance on one leg. Otherwise sometimes called the Scarecrow. With her other leg raised, her foot near her other knee. With the twist in her body, her dark eyes watched from the corner of her eye, listened with her ear and of course listened to the vibrations radiating through the floor. That as the Firefly pulled the trigger. The creature all, but did a cart wheel on the spot. So quickly the switch of legs, spin of her body was seamless, but certainly allowed the miss of the flames, but perhaps a more on point hit. As her moments brought her closer in direction. Her hands in motion then grabbed for the arm he had potentially extended. In shift motion to twist his arm. The jolt being more felt perhaps in the join in the shoulder. Just as the Serpent should. Used his arm as shear leverage. Not so much wrapping herself that it would break his arm, but leverage as it abled her legs to come more to wrap around his neck. With the twist of her body. Extending her arms back towards the ground. Aiming for the ground space between his feet, in the efforts to flip him over and on his back. The Serpent landed at on her fours, before her darkness began to sweep over him. The hiss. Her dark fingerless covered gloves, etching ever so inch by inch at his torso. Crawling her way over him. Dark eyes. Fangs. She wasn't exactly out for blood, but to an extent. With the halt in her hiss, as in mere moments her dark eyes. Her fangs hang inches over his masked face. Running her tongue over her teeth, before the clench. The motion to sink and sink deep.
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