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Vi (slayervi) wrote in wariscoming,

God, she hated this demon. If there was any way to corporealize it after it was exorcised out of Jacen, she wanted to beat the unholy stuffing out of it. "Right. The things he has done," she replied pointedly. "You are not him." For the first time, Vi was struck by how similar the demons here were to the vampires back home. They had the personality, the memories of the person, but they weren't them. Only in this case, it was reversible. "You haven't. You're just watching the movies, not doing the deed."

It was fair game. He'd used Jacen to take digs at her, she was going to see if she could hit any vulnerable parts in the demon's mental armor. As long as they were talking, she wasn't kicking him and he wasn't knocking her unconscious or worse. She stifled a shiver at the smile that just looked wrong for him, even more telling of the demon riding shotgun. "I am strong and maybe I won't win, but at least I'll go down with the knowledge that I didn't let some demon talk me into being a wuss." Not that there was wrong with surrender, when it was appropriate.

Sorry, she mentally apologized to Jacen, wincing as she pulled back and away after the kick had landed. It was a low kick but it wasn't as if playing fair was a possibility. She started to run but only made it a few steps before something closed around her throat. Startled, she stumbled and landed on her knees. Great. GREAT plan, Vi.

There was still the knife up her sleeve and the one on her ankle, two very sharp blades that could leave a mark. But there was a difference between kicking him and stabbing him. She couldn't bring herself to do the latter. It was still Jacen, he just didn't have the control. Why did this world's demons have to be such pains in the ass? It had been easier when she could just kill them. Sitting back on her feet, she looked up at him. And now he had a hold of her that she couldn't even break, no matter how much she scraped at it. Stupid Force, stupid Demon, stupid broken seals, and stupid stupidness for being so stupid to run into danger without telling someone.

She shook her head silently. No. She'd ask Jacen, not some demonic messenger who would twist it to whatever suited him.