Del didn't see it coming. One minute, she was victorious the next she as being slammed into the wall. The impact was painful, as evidence by the scream that ripped from Del's throat. Her arms shook as she tried to sit up. A trickle of blood running down her shoulder as glass from a shattered picture littered the floor. She was silent for a moment, seemed to debate her next actions as her hair fell from the loose pony tail. "Heh. Ha. Haha." The sound was forced, pained and unnatural. "Do it. Kill me. I dare you." Del demanded, her nails digging into the floor. "I'm just a human. I'm not /worth/ mercy. If you kill me the world would be a little less filthy." Del ensured, nodding around her words as she continued to chuckle. The sound deep and throaty. "Remember you're on the same level as me. No. You're belllllow me." She sang her words as she kept her head down. "I was born to serve but you were /made/ too. You had a birth right to be above me and yet, here you are.~" she continued to laugh, the sound growing more manic. "You've been deemed low enough to be equals with a human! So it doesn't matter what blood is in your veins! It's covered in filth!"