Operatic Intentions (Christine and Erik)
Enigma’s eyes narrowed as she stared at her rival and annoyance, watching as Christine headed for the stairs. Her brilliant mind whirled, calculating angles and positions before a grin curled over her lips, the last sight many people had seen before they died.
“Oh Christine!” Enigma called cheerily, skipping down the stairs towards the woman, the golden rod in her hand extending into the heavy cane. Just a few...more...steps...
As Christine turned, she swung the cane towards her temple, intending to send her flying straight back and hopefully break the little bitch’s neck. After the hit connected, she dropped the cane into the shadows, knowing she could retrieve it later, but since everyone had seen her walking with it...she couldn't just keep it around.
She grinned, before reaching out to grab the woman, screaming, but having timed it so she just missed, watching as Christine fell, a wicked grin on her lips.
“Oh Christine!” Enigma called cheerily, skipping down the stairs towards the woman, the golden rod in her hand extending into the heavy cane. Just a few...more...steps...
As Christine turned, she swung the cane towards her temple, intending to send her flying straight back and hopefully break the little bitch’s neck. After the hit connected, she dropped the cane into the shadows, knowing she could retrieve it later, but since everyone had seen her walking with it...she couldn't just keep it around.
She grinned, before reaching out to grab the woman, screaming, but having timed it so she just missed, watching as Christine fell, a wicked grin on her lips.