In the process of seeing if someone really would turn blue if deprived of oxygen, Katherine was in head-tilt when she heard the challenge. Her prey struggling in futility as she held them aloft with a hand clamped firmly around neck.
But with the announcement coming over speakers, it was anyone's guess where her primary target was located. Still, it provoked quite the grin of satisfaction across the brunette's features. Her reckoning had been on the money. There was a Slayer here. Just had to lure it out to her.
"Oh, honey," she responded with sardonic emphasis. The latest would-be added notch to her bed-post of kills being hurled away like yesterday's trash, crashing into the surrounding audience. Hurt, gasping for air, but at least alive. "And here I was thinking blind dates were going outta' fashion..."
Blood was in the air, literally, but a summons like that had Katherine on edge in the good way. A quiet before the storm. Excitement and anticipation.
"How about no, nuh-uh, no way and, hmm, lemme' think... Yeah... Pretty sure that's not on my to-do list, Stakesworth."
Her next gesture might have seemed odd, at first glance. Katherine reaching for her belt, unhooking the clasp and snaking it out of the loops in a swift, practised motion. The ideal behind it, however, soon became clear as she sounded a viciously loud crack in the air: A belt by way of disguise only. In truth, a long, flexible metal cord she could use like a bullwhip.
"So, here's a better idea: You show yourself or I start flaying me a space whore..."
Again, switchblade in one hand and whip in the other, Katherine cracked it just inches away from one of the scantily-clad Princess Leias, who was likely heavily regretting tonight's decision to go in metal bikini.
In truth, though, Rhiannon held the upper hand. Outnumbered, yes and the fanged brunette was certainly armed, but the Slayer could strike from any direction and there was a wealth of improvised weaponry to be had in a place like that. More to the point, the vampiress seemed the type to give up other considerations in favour of a show-down.
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on 2013-11-08 03:16 am (UTC)But with the announcement coming over speakers, it was anyone's guess where her primary target was located. Still, it provoked quite the grin of satisfaction across the brunette's features. Her reckoning had been on the money. There was a Slayer here. Just had to lure it out to her.
"Oh, honey," she responded with sardonic emphasis. The latest would-be added notch to her bed-post of kills being hurled away like yesterday's trash, crashing into the surrounding audience. Hurt, gasping for air, but at least alive. "And here I was thinking blind dates were going outta' fashion..."
Blood was in the air, literally, but a summons like that had Katherine on edge in the good way. A quiet before the storm. Excitement and anticipation.
"How about no, nuh-uh, no way and, hmm, lemme' think... Yeah... Pretty sure that's not on my to-do list, Stakesworth."
Her next gesture might have seemed odd, at first glance. Katherine reaching for her belt, unhooking the clasp and snaking it out of the loops in a swift, practised motion. The ideal behind it, however, soon became clear as she sounded a viciously loud crack in the air: A belt by way of disguise only. In truth, a long, flexible metal cord she could use like a bullwhip.
"So, here's a better idea: You show yourself or I start flaying me a space whore..."
Again, switchblade in one hand and whip in the other, Katherine cracked it just inches away from one of the scantily-clad Princess Leias, who was likely heavily regretting tonight's decision to go in metal bikini.
In truth, though, Rhiannon held the upper hand. Outnumbered, yes and the fanged brunette was certainly armed, but the Slayer could strike from any direction and there was a wealth of improvised weaponry to be had in a place like that. More to the point, the vampiress seemed the type to give up other considerations in favour of a show-down.