A Bad Feeling
@vladofbanditlord
“Get your blood hands off me!” Trinity cried, screeching as the rough bandits of the Bloodshots dragged her up the ramp, all the while the siren kicking and yelling to let her go. It was a day like this that made Trinity burst into a cold behavior. Literally. One of the bandits had scars that bleed from his arms, thanks to the help of the throwing ice daggers her power dealt with him. A snarl on her lips told that whoever she was being dragged to that she wasn’t happy. “Tell me why the fuck you brought me here and I might not kill you all.” She hissed, whirling to face the red-headed leader.













