Re: Team 1: Shatterstar & Abaddon
Abaddon could only smile when the taller, ginger half of the assless chaps squad glared at her disapprovingly. He and Erik had been watching her with no small measure of contempt and wariness since the pink-haired porn star had lost his stomach over a little death and hightailed it. Personally she couldn't understand what they were so upset about, they still had his money and didn't have to worry about him being so useless in combat. Best of both worlds really, and certainly not a good enough excuse for Erik to presume he had the right to lecture her about 'playing nice' with the other members of the Brotherhood. She had only tolerated it because she saw potential in the older mutant, otherwise she would have enjoyed taking her claws to his eyes as punishment for his imagined superiority.
"You can glare at me all you want, you over-grown ass-bandit," she looked up at him. He may have towered over her, so much so that it was nearly comical that they be paired together, but it would have been a mistake to assume that he was the more dangerous one simply because of his size. "Doesn't mean that people aren't going to die here, it won't even stop me if we get in a situation where I have to kill someone. But out of the two of us I'm pretty sure you're going to do the killing first."
She squeezed her hands into fists then released, extending her fingers then extending her claws out to their full five inches, looking down at them then up at him again, "You've got a lust for blood, big boy, I can smell it. I've just got to push you a little more, make you give in and enjoy your pointless existence a little more. At the very least it'll give your little wet-back bitch a thrill, violence and blood always make sex better."