Takes a swipe at her with his scythe. She's over here just looking way too smug; way too happy... Hell, just even LOOKING at her makes him catch the kiddies something fierce and he doesn't now why but he also, doesn't give a shit. If she took a look a bit to the left, she would see the blade flashing as it aims for her side and the leering face of the one about to split her open wide staring back at hr in fiendish delight.
Being the prey doesn’t occur as often as it should, Rina believes; and that, alas, is because it’s rare to find people as cheeky as her when it comes to hunting. Hanging around in shady alleys is a habit of hers, and especially useful to lure any possible victims into her rough grasp, that typical smile of hers still playing along her lips, even if less cheerful than usual. However – something is different. She can sniff it. Literally, she smells it in the air, coming from somewhere on her side, and without any forewarning –
“WHOA–!” a blade slashes through the cold air, and weren’t it for her reflexes, which bring her to jump away from it with nigh inhuman skill, she’s certain it would’ve outright sliced her stomach open. The scythe did hit her; but it’s no less than a thin, superficial scratch, which barely shows through her hoodie’s fabric. Oh, what’s this? Rina’s expression gains vivacity that previously lacked. Her eyes squint, curiously peering at her attacker with no trace of fear, no whatsoever intimidation getting to her. What’s this, what’s this? As she stands up, Rina places fists on both sides; one index finger swipes across the new injury to coat it with a thin layer of blood. Neon azure intently stares at the fingertip, before her gaze turns back to Zack.
Does she smell… a hunter? That’s a poetic, fancy way to put it. Maybe just saying murderer would be better.
“That’s not exactly the nicest way to say hi,” Rina says, more amused than she is shocked. “But I’ll take it!” Does she want to bite back, or would she rather get eaten alive? Decisions, decisions… she ponders, and in the meantime she reveals her own set of disturbingly human teeth. (One would expect – many would expect – her to have the denture of a predator.) “Sooooooo?…” And she stands there. Waiting. (Come on, though guy. Use that pretty little scythe of yours!)
[ @slaughter-angel ] ▸▸ THINGS ARE BOUT TO GO WRONG!
