casting shadows

She stuttered. She fucking stuttered. And she didn't even notice it. Why, she'd ask herself but she couldn't get an answer. She was going to focus on trying to bring him down right now than think about him tying her up in chains again and-- No.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'd rather be caught dead than dream of you!" Hecate didn't pull back, she kept trying to topple him down--a front kick, a swing of her staff to his neck, a frontflip with a drop heel before hopping forward to his rear, and an attempted floor sweep from behind, "If you think you're such a hotshot then you probably need a reality check."

Hecate bristled at his words. She didn't like it when people spoke of her like they knew her. No one in the world was allowed that. She wouldn't dare allow that. But her frustration stemmed from something more than just that.

"Hah! Please; if you think that's what I'm worried about then you clearly don't know who you're up against," she scoffed. She wasn't going down to his line of thinking. "I will stay true to my goal, regardless of every other factor I have to encounter, may it be people, ideals, or even of my own. So what if I have inhibitions now? They are mine to decide for and mine alone. My goals are above them in the end--" Hecate held her staff in front of her defensively, "And you are mine to capture."

Hecate felt her blood boil at his response, muffling an inward scream as they both jumped forward for an attack. She made use of her staff, sweeping him from the side with a twist around in her step, so she could lock him down to the ground--his neck in place with the staff, locked in her grasp, her knee planted on his back, pulling so as he could feel strangled. Her body leaned forward to his ear, whispering in a strained voice--trying to keep herself steady.

"Listen here, '17. If you really think you can play me with that then hear me this: I will not stop until I know you're good as dead, screaming for your life, and torn apart for Reintic to really need to fix your broken body. I will break each limb of yours over, and over again, at each and every chance I get. No matter how many times you recover--I will find all in my power to make your life hell before I give you the salvation of returning you to the lab."

"You're sick," Hecathe seethed, twisting the staff as if to snap his neck. Not that that would have killed him, she thought. It wouldn't even knock him unconscious for even five minutes. "I think Zach would be a much better company than you," she added, not even caring if he would have heard her once she discarded her staff. She stood up, digging her heel into his back while she held his wrists, "A masochist you say? How about this!" she said as she abruptly pulled his arms back to attempt to dislocate his shoulders.

Hecate dropped his hands unceremoniously but she kept digging her heels on his back at his lower spine. Her staff was on the side so she resorted to launching the electrodes off her palms to connect to his shoulders and allowing the current to flow. She had to shove the memory of him saying he was not into shock away from her mind.

"I guess we'll just have to do that over and over again, like I promised," she said as she withdrew her weapons, a sickly sweet tone coating her voice. She dug her heel deeper into his back before dropping it once in the same spot and then kicking him aside with her other leg.

She moved to pick up her staff, twirling it in her hands before she let it settle in her hands while she made her way to Eden's fallen form, "I mean, I do have the rest of my afternoon just for you, you know?"