>Yeah, this conversation wasn't happening. Almost instantly after the words left her lips your right fist swings straight for her fucking face.
It almost gets there. Almost. But she's quick, much quicker than you and your exhausted body from running all the way to the tower. Her fingers catch your fist and lock it in place, that fucking grin still on her lips. You had almost forgotten how much you hated this particular SISTER. It was a good thing she was here to kindly remind you.
CAN I FuCKING HELP YOu. YOu WENCH.
you can, actUally. yoU see...........theres a game were sUpposed to be playing, dearest brother-
>She twists your wrist back and pain shoots up to your elbow before ricocheting around somewhere between your shoulder and your fingertips.
and i fUlly intend to play. or have yoU forgotten?
>You still wanted to punch her head off. That seemed like a wonderful idea.