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Vi (slayervi) wrote in wariscoming,

Well that was about as effective as kicking a brick wall and yet the more he kept digging with that emotional warfare, the more she wanted to kick him again. Instead, she muttered something none too complimentary and almost obscene under her breath. "You were a psychiatrist before you became a demon, weren't you?" she snapped. "Credibility is working against you. I'm not in the mood for mind games." Demons were skilled liars to get whatever it was they wanted. Anything he said, she had to take with a grain of salt, easier said than done as it may have been.

Vi tried to duck back again, but wasn't as quick as she needed to be. He had her. Crap. Stuck with a demon who was going to pick at her mentally? Yeah, no. She was out of here as soon as she could get loose. There was a time to fight and a time to run, and she'd already made the mistake of thinking it was the former rather than the latter. Live to fight another day, as long as innocent lives were not in immediate danger.

"I know my type is new to the area so here's a little something. I'm a Slay-er. We don't sur-rend-er," she replied, staring up at him defiantly, emphasizing the syllables in the two words. "So I guess you're going to have to follow through on your stereotypical villain mantra." He would have to take her down because she was going kicking and screaming if all else failed. "Tag. You're it."

In a desperate bid to get free, she kicked out again, aiming for sensitive anatomy.