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Esmé was shocked, mostly by her rather gruesome appearance rather than extent of her injuries. He thought he specifically told the Herb Hooker to verbally tell him of any disfigurements before letting him gaze upon her. He was about to chastise her about it, but that is when she lunged at him. Caught up formulating further critiques of her unsightly countenance Esmé had no time to offer up a proper defense. He was certainly surprised to say the least. 

As he felt her hands wrap around his neck Esmé felt revulsion at the fact that a woman was touching him, worse yet a woman with such filthy hands. He always presumed that cleaning under one’s fingernails was a given, but the depravity was the underclass apparently knew no bounds.  And the less he thought about her open wounds oozing in his general vicinity the better.  Oh, god did the filthy degenerate want him intimately. He knew he was rather irresistible, but he was way out of her league. He would have let out a scream if he was not being strangled. 


He attempted to struggle against her grip, but it was unsuccessful, a pathetic display really. She had him pinned down and there was little he could do. As he slowly lost the will to fight back as the oxygen depleted, he felt a righteous frustration. How dare this plebeian insect dare attack him. He was her rightful better, she should be in awe of his majesty. Well, at least he would make a beautiful corpse on such a nice day. The birds were chirping and the Sun was shining in through the hole in the wall. Sun…Light. Oh, right he had powers.


Using his little remaining strength. He focused on an area between his face and his attacker's. It was his last chance before he suffocated. Manipulating the light would temporarily blind them both and hopefully she would let go of his neck in shock. And if that failed at least he could die not seeing her haunting visage. He smirked as the light between them erupted like a silent flash bang.