[centre]~Anton~[/centre]

Anton was breathing hard, and she cracked her knuckles. Fay's words lingered in her ears, [colour=blue]"Take it, and you won't get another one..."[/colour] That one free shot could be all Anton got for the night.. She was so far in the whisky..

Suddenly Anton's fists were acting of their own accord. Using her unnatural strength, Anton's knuckles aimed a blow at Fay's jaw. Anton was too far in, she would barely remember this in the morning. She could see the anger etching onto Fay's features, and got ready to run. She doubted she would get far, but she began to run anyway, not even using her speed. She was practically looking pain in the eye. Fay was bound to get her.