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Just Relaxing
Kiss of Death threw her rifle, stopping two of the three knifes and watching it fly towards Sly. The third knife catching her in the arm that threw the rifle, leaving her it back. The rifle would stop Sly's charge, at least enough so that she could begin to run. One fucking hit without a man trying to poke me with his staff would be great.AvidElmV2 said:Sly grinned as he spun his staff behind his back before giving a bow. "You can call me Sly little lady! International Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Assassin, Thief, and.... STAR BUCK'S EMPLOYEE!!" Sly threw his staff into the air as he pulled out three throwing knives at threw them all at Death. He caught his staff as he ran, dragging it on the ground, creating sparks, before he swung it up diagonally at Death, hoping to catch her off guard.
Kiss of Death wasted no time to run past the corner, weaving her way throughout the city. Towards the outskirt was a home out looking the city, forest on the other side. It was a tame looking house, but riddled within it was a cave underneath to house all of her weapons and armor. Death opened her door, closed it behind her, and then flicked on the lights, not sure if she would see anyone there waiting for her. Wouldn't be a surprise if another man found out where I lived.
However when the lights came on it was empty, except for the lone cat stretching over the side of the chair. "If I could relax as much as you do... You're so lucky Colt." She left the cat to his business, heading down the passage in the stair closet and getting undressed. When she returned upstairs she was in her pajamas, no marks of being Kiss of Death besides the bruise on the back and the bleeding arm. Heather plopped down next to Colt, pulling him to snuggle as she put on Pitch Perfect. "Wish a man would whisk me away with his singing voice, or that I was in college, or that I had some ice cream, any of those would be great actually." The indecisive and craving Heather told Colt.
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