Ignorant of any others watching, she spun around at the growling voice that called her out. The signature of a Brass Blade made little consequence to her in her state. All she saw was a face and her fist not yet in it.
It would do.
Steel took another pull from her bottle as she made her way towards the man. "Oh, aye, yer think y've got summat to prove mh? Thingin' you'll have a story for yer mates at yer shitehole campsite."
With reverence usually reserved for a babe, or an heirloom, she lowered the rum bottle before waving the miqo'te forward, a lopsided grin smeared as haphazardly on her face as her next words.
"Step to an' see how a cunt really hits, small staff. I'll remind a coreul e's naught but a kitt'n."
It would do.
Steel took another pull from her bottle as she made her way towards the man. "Oh, aye, yer think y've got summat to prove mh? Thingin' you'll have a story for yer mates at yer shitehole campsite."
With reverence usually reserved for a babe, or an heirloom, she lowered the rum bottle before waving the miqo'te forward, a lopsided grin smeared as haphazardly on her face as her next words.
"Step to an' see how a cunt really hits, small staff. I'll remind a coreul e's naught but a kitt'n."
