Syo stepped back again, giving herself a clear distance between herself and this hulking brute of a man. (And damn, what a man he was! Did his coat pop open back there, or was it just her imagination?)
She kept her lips curled up, letting an air of cool, unwavering confidence flow through despite his demands. To her,Dedan was a burning barrel of oil, a ferocious firecracker seconds away from exploding all over her. It wouldnāt matter what she said to him now, and either way, sheās always been fond of a good show.
"ā¦You leave my presenceĀ immediately! That is unless you want me the tear out your spine and use it to choke you with!ā
"I dunno, big guyā¦"
Syo licked the flat end of her scissorsātauntingly, teasingly, letting it lingerāand swept them through her brown locks, combing her hair back. She withdrew another pair from her leg holster and posed like a matador at a bullfight.
āYou think you can do it?ā
And sweet beef, what a hell of a bull.
Dedan kept his place, not moving an inch despite Syo's clear attempts at budging him a tad. It was clear that she was itching for a fight. And if that meant that Dedan had a chance at brutally murdering her, than that was fine by him. His balled fists then clenched outwards like long, slender claws. His teeth grinded together and sounded like nails on a chalk board. And his eyes looked cross, and that Dedan was prepared to snap Syo's neck any second.
"Girl, you must have a death wish..."
Dedan then began to prepare for battle, putting up a steady stance and allowing her to make the first move, cocky enough to believe that he would be able to retaliate.
"And I will be pleased to grant it."










