Good! Then how 'bout you just sit back there n' think about it? I'll take care a' the--
[ How rude! The dragon didn't even let her finish! Just as she was getting to enjoy the smell of seared, damaged flesh from her dangerous weapon, Peacock was knocked into next week with a swift swipe. The way she tumbled away, chainsaw still in hand, simply screamed of dismemberment and terrible accidents, but somehow, the pesky cyborg found a way to stop rolling around, sticking her landing to boot.
Honestly, that ordeal should have knocked an inexperienced pawn out of commission, but Peacock had managed to take her weight of the blow on her heavy prosthetic, which now belched out steam from knocked open pipes and jerked erratically as she straightened herself out. ]
Is that all ya got, ya ugly brute!? [ She definitely shouldn't have been taunting like she was; even if she caught herself, a hit from a dragon wasn't something to just laugh off. Pain tore through her ribs from where her arm was knocked into her, and she had a few spots on her shoulders and stomach where her uniform seared from far-too-close calls with her fiery chainsaw.
She'd definitely feel that in the morning. For now, though? Despite all her obnoxiousness, at least she was proving somewhat hardy enough to back it up. And like a broken record, she repeated the dangerous strategy. Only this time, the cyborg had to attack near the hind legs, thanks to just how far she had been swatted aside. ]
Bettah start fightin' or yer gonna miss all the fun! Ya don't wanna get upstaged by a lil' gal, do ya!? [It was becoming harder and harder to carry her voice over the distance, but she was pretty darn devoted to challenging her colleague all the while.]
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[ How rude! The dragon didn't even let her finish! Just as she was getting to enjoy the smell of seared, damaged flesh from her dangerous weapon, Peacock was knocked into next week with a swift swipe. The way she tumbled away, chainsaw still in hand, simply screamed of dismemberment and terrible accidents, but somehow, the pesky cyborg found a way to stop rolling around, sticking her landing to boot.
Honestly, that ordeal should have knocked an inexperienced pawn out of commission, but Peacock had managed to take her weight of the blow on her heavy prosthetic, which now belched out steam from knocked open pipes and jerked erratically as she straightened herself out. ]
Is that all ya got, ya ugly brute!? [ She definitely shouldn't have been taunting like she was; even if she caught herself, a hit from a dragon wasn't something to just laugh off. Pain tore through her ribs from where her arm was knocked into her, and she had a few spots on her shoulders and stomach where her uniform seared from far-too-close calls with her fiery chainsaw.
She'd definitely feel that in the morning. For now, though? Despite all her obnoxiousness, at least she was proving somewhat hardy enough to back it up. And like a broken record, she repeated the dangerous strategy. Only this time, the cyborg had to attack near the hind legs, thanks to just how far she had been swatted aside. ]
Bettah start fightin' or yer gonna miss all the fun! Ya don't wanna get upstaged by a lil' gal, do ya!? [It was becoming harder and harder to carry her voice over the distance, but she was pretty darn devoted to challenging her colleague all the while.]