It hurt.

There was no denying that. Being shot at that close range, even if it didn't even break her skin, was painful.

But it didn't compare to that. Nothing compared to that. Nothing ever would.

Elizstrazia gritted her sharp teeth, leaping back to evade the razor edge of the sword that had lashed out for her neck.

She was invited here. She had a contract.

Fuck this bitch.

[b][i]Fuck this bitch.[/i][/b]

She wanted it, she was going to get it, plain and simple. It didn't matter who she was, what she said, none of it. All that mattered is that she was going to end up a corpse.

And not one that was in only one piece, either.

"They won't even [i]recognize[/i] your corpse when I'm done, you piece of trash!" Eliztrazia snarled, digging one clawed hand into the earth and ripping free a chunk of it, lifting it into the air and hurling it towards her opponent. But the moment it left her grasp, she was already off and running, aiming to get around to the woman's side.

All she'd need was one good hit.

Then she'd show the bitch what a mistake she'd made.

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