Wiping the blood from her nose on the back of her sleeve, she flashed the woman on the ground before her a sick grin. Chest rising and falling quickly, she tried to ignore the ache in her side. Although it was becoming quite obvious that Catherin had won the duel, it had cost her much, and recovery would take a while. Dropping to her knees, she placed a leg on either side of Lucy’s torso, white locks making a curtain around the two as she leaned above her. Smile widening, she took in the look on the woman’s face with a sick sort of sadism, eagerly placing her hands upon her neck. Tongue pressed against the corner of her lips as she gave a tight squeeze squeeze, waiting for her face to turn red. Just as she was sure the woman was on the verge of fading out of consciousness, she let up, leaning close until her lips brushed against Lucy’s ear. “I ain’t gonna kill you just yet. I’m havin’ too much fun with ya,” breath coming out slowly, she let out an airy laugh, “The thought of ya havin’ to go back to Starrick an’ tell ‘im ya’ failed...make’s me all warm an’ fuzzy.” Pressing a wet kiss to her cheek, she pulled back, pushing herself up off the woman. Stepping over her, she spat on the ground beside her, devilish grin returning. “Give the man my regards, yeah?”
