“Believe me, no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.” :3c
The final clouds of dust and dirt from the explosion settles and the Enforcer quickly makes it to her feet. She could imagine Caitlyn chiding her at this moment. ‘Your emotions are getting the better of you.’ ‘Anger clouds your judgement.’ Something like that right?
She stands atop a crumbling mountain of rubble–undoubtedly a result of her ‘latest work’. Leaning forward with her manic expression (and one Vi would love to rip from her damned face if the gods allowed her the opportunity just once). But this seemingly eternal game of cat and mouse ends predictably which actually makes Jinx’s words a touch ironic doesn’t it? Vi spits the taste of iron from her mouth–an unfortunate combo of saliva and blood.
“Think you’re real fuckin’ cute, yeah?”