elite forces ;
her split lip, bruised forearms (and possibly elsewhere underneath her clothing) and open gash on her right thigh were clear indications of the previous altercations she’s been in thus far. she saw them as trophies of each battle. it was a reminder of that she was still penetrable, nor matter how perfect she was. in her eyes, she had the same physical capabilities as everyone else yet she still came out victorious.
everyone was behaving like savages. they’re lowly urchins that should be praising the ground she walks on. they had the gall to attack her, to challenge her. they all thought they would survive a battle with her. pathetic.
momo swam away from the heart of the carnage, her eyes sweeping the room for any sort of challenge. she stopped, looking down at her leg that left a red mist in its wake as she swam. there was a dull ache but she refused to attend to it. that would be showing weakness in front of all of them. instead she went to force herself to continue swimming and instead came with something blocking her path.
“who do you think you are?” she asks him angrily, crossing her arms. she kept her voice levelled though she didn’t hide the angry tone behind it. “you’re blocking my way. unless you intend to carry me where i need to go, move!”
@mxjimin
