[B]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend[/B]

"[color=66cd00]Vous êtes bête comme vos pieds.[/color]"

Gratia Mindaro's fingers stopped moving, their rhythmic drumming falling silent immediately. The air grew harsh and uncomfortable, once more clouded with an immense fog of dirtied, sickly emotion. Bibere Vinum was active, greedily gulping down the very essence of her enemy's soul with the thirst of a dying man in an oasis. An eerie bloodlust had overtaken her, much as if she had found herself in the middle of a battlefield. Yet there was no battle here, no monsters she sought to slay, no [b]fight[/b] to get her blood pumping, to give her the fulfilment and [i]power[/i] very much craved. She had triumphed over Vitoria Dodici with insulting ease; there was [I]nO FuN[/I] in crushing a crippled insect beneath her feet.

Instead, she despised it. A piece of scum; a filthy, mindless [i]thing[/i] that thought itself human, and fell so far below the mark.

That was why she truly enjoyed this.

Watching it squirm.

"[color=66cd00]I [i]could[/i] kill you,[/color]" said the teenaged Huntress in a tone that could imply agreement, an undercurrent of distorted cheer running through her words, "[color=66cd00]but it should be quite obvious, even for a fucking funny farm escapee of all things, that, [i]eurgh[/i], [b]i WaNT yOU alIvE[/b] ... for now.[/color]"

It was unnecessary to leave Vitoria Dodici in the realm of the living. Removing the shitstain would be pest control ... charity work.

However -

A giggle.

"[color=66cd00]Come on, open that little mouth of yours wide. Just pretend I'm one of those million stinking cocks you gag on [b]e̗̗᷁v̧̗̗e̗̗ͦr̛̗̗y̗̗̒d̮̗̜̗a̗̘̗y̗̗͌![/b] It'd be a shame if I allowed Nuit to lower herself to trash of your level![/color]"