are-we-weapons wanted a rough touch! How rough will it be?
30. My muse breaks your muse’s arm. (jesus fucking christ)
The sound was like sweet music to her ears, a symphony. She had always heard the crack of bone, but it had far been too long for it to not have come from a human, from something within her own grasp. Feeling the twist and turn of flesh under her grasp, feeling the writhe and that split second of “what” and “did that just happen” really filled Emerald with joy, a sick pleasure. Normally Emerald wasn’t the one to break the mirror, to shatter the glass of fluid fighting with pure brutality, but with the decimation of the warehouse and with this bitch going off the handle bonkers, the snake had decided to put her in her place.
It was just so sudden, so wicked and wild that Emerald almost doubted herself. This was her roots, yes, but damn it almost felt borderline foreign to her. Whipping behind Nora with her agility, acting before thinking, making sure that the wings of the Valkyrie would be clipped. For what use is a hammer without a hold?
Once she had done the deed of using the passion of strength and force to her whim like she had played so many treasures into her pocket, the viper backed off, separating herself from the ginger warrioress. Emerald stood at the ready, bracing herself for any outcome, her vision flickering about to see the damage that had been done so far. Walls had been cracked, dust containers smashed like pinatas, with the technicolor powder strewn about. Guards all over, with Nora’s precious boytoy Ren on one side of the field... And then Mercury on the other...
Fists tightened as the gaze settled back onto Nora. “Go figure that the only thing louder than you is your bones.” She spat at her opponent, the venom on her tone rich.