I Guess I Should Run [King]

This was quickly going from funny to really pissing Live off. She moved closer, her eyes narrowing, now standing only five or so feet away from the girl.

"My eyes are fine but unfortunately your brain seems not be functioning quite properly. I think my IQ is dropping just talking to you."

She couldn't believe this girl. Everything Live said just seemed to go right over her head. That was what was really provoking her. That she couldn't even get the satisfaction of her insults causing some form of damage. Right now her words seemed to have the effect of throw cotton balls. She supposed she would just have to throw something a bit harder then.

"You might need to be the one who visits a doctor." This was clearly a threat. Well, hopefully it would be clear to the other girl. Live was just trying to push this girl to her breaking point now before she hit hers.

Live was angry simply because she could be angry and had (barely) an excuse to be so. But then again, if you had lived the life she had, you'd probably be pretty angry too.

At this point, Live's hostility at the girl was all from her jealousy and then spurred on further by her lack of response to insults. Clenching her fists, Live felt her last hold on her emotions slip and with that her fist went hurtling towards the girls stomach. If it managed to connect, hopefully causing the girl to double over, Live would attempt to kick her causing her to fall. Hopefully. If the punch missed, well she'd have to try to dodge any retaliation first and then go from there.

As Live's fist made contact with the girls stomach, all she felt was pain. It almost vibrated up her arm into her shoulder. It felt like hitting a brick wall. She pulled her fist back, stunned and confused.

Then she was on her back. It knocked the air half out of her lungs and she gasped trying to reclaim the oxygen she had lost and wrap her head around what had just happened.

"Wha..t the..hell.." She barely managed to choke out as she rolled onto her her hands and knees looking up at Milk.

Hell no Live didn't concede. Just turns out her opponent was a bit...tougher than originally anticipated. Sure, she had known the girl was gonna be strong based on her physique and work out but she hadn't expected a stomach of steel. Literally. Or at least that's what it felt like when she hit it. She could tell she hadn't broken any bones in her hand but if that's the way it felt punching the rest of her, well a broken knuckle was definitely in her future.

"Not a chance. Just seems... well guess we're gonna actually have to fight a bit more than I expected."

Live pushed herself to her feet, stepping back a bit, and standing face on towards the girl and bringing her hands to hover just in front of her heart. She didn't have a lot of (or really any) experiencing fighting like this but she was about to try her darnedest. She couldn't be all talk. "Obviously you have some kind of ability here. Guess that means you won't mind if I use mine?" She questioned, with a raised brow.

As she did so, her gray eyes began to slowly turn to black, the color seeping into the white of her eye as well until she now had what looked like two black holes where her eyes had been.