It was enough that Steel felt as ugly as the words the Blade was throwing at her...but hearing them was confirmation of every hissing whisper in her head about herself.
She looked down at the smirking miqo'te, then at the second body arriving behind him. Her head moved around as she was suddenly aware of the growing crowd. She thought she'd heard a familiar voice. Maybe seen a few familiar faces. It only exacerbated her shame and disgust.
Everyone was watching. Seeing some wannabe hero fail and become nothing more than some roaring child.
The Blade was right. She was ugly. She should find somewhere to hide and die in a bottle.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she roared out what sounded like the word "No" before she stepped to, rolling her arm forward and swinging a massive uppercut at the Blade. It was far from elegant, but the weight of her musculature and her self-anguish was loaded in to her fist. If it were to strike, it looked enough to blow the mortar off of the side of a castle wall.
She looked down at the smirking miqo'te, then at the second body arriving behind him. Her head moved around as she was suddenly aware of the growing crowd. She thought she'd heard a familiar voice. Maybe seen a few familiar faces. It only exacerbated her shame and disgust.
Everyone was watching. Seeing some wannabe hero fail and become nothing more than some roaring child.
The Blade was right. She was ugly. She should find somewhere to hide and die in a bottle.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she roared out what sounded like the word "No" before she stepped to, rolling her arm forward and swinging a massive uppercut at the Blade. It was far from elegant, but the weight of her musculature and her self-anguish was loaded in to her fist. If it were to strike, it looked enough to blow the mortar off of the side of a castle wall.
