He'd tried to kill her. He'd actually tried to kill her. Sure, kismestitude could get violent. And sure, she'd said some things she probably shouldn't have. But he tried to break their quadrant with murder, and that was something Masari just wouldn't stand for, no sir. With a wicked grin, she stalked toward his hive. Oh, he wouldn't be expecting her at all. It would be lovely. He'd left her for dead with her own machete in her gut. Hah. He forgot about her abilities. He had forgotten how powerful she actually motherfucking was. And now? Now she'd show him all that and more.
Knocking on the door was for someone with patience, and she'd just happened to run out of that. She kicked it down with one well placed movement, and then stepped in with a scowl. Aedran was on his feet in an instant, cursing and scrambling for the handgun that was sitting on the table. She beat him to it though, sneering at him.
"Think you could motherfucking win, asshole? Thought you had what it took? Guess what. You thought wrong." Aedran dove for her, but she stepped back and kicked at his knee, causing him to lose his footing. He landed on his stomach, arms stretched out toward her. With a cackle, she aimed the gun at him with one hand and raised an eyebrow.
"You ain't gonna fuckin' come back. I'll make damn sure of that." With that, she cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, a bullet flying right between his eyes. There was no sound for a long moment after that, her arm dropping to hang loosely at her side until she finally let go of the gun, which clattered to the floor. She kicked Aedran over onto his back, shifting to she was straddling his waist with her feet, bent over him with her elbows on his knees. Then, she lifted one arm, machete ready, and jammed it into his stomach, twisting it.
"Guess you won't motherfuckin' feel that, but now we're even. And I won." With that, she turned and stalked out the door with a sneer, spitting in the doorway as she left.
