Marzopup
Yes, this IS a selfie
Elizabeth had never tasted blood before.
By all accounts she should have thought it was disgusting. And it was. Her initial reaction was to fight her gag reflex as her mouth filled with the coppery taste of red liquid, accompanied by a metallic smell that filled her nostrils and made them flare up. But that reaction gave way to a more primal one, as the wolf in her started to protest when she was about to let go.
No! Bite down harder! BITE DOWN HARDER!
I'm a hero, I'm not EATING the damned guy!
Besides, his blood tasted fine, but his flesh was as rotten as his smell. She felt like a vulture feasting on dead carrion--seriously, was this guy a zombie? It was disgusting.
She might have taken longer to debate the merits of ripping off Scatterbrain's hand, pupils blown, until a sharp searing pain in her jaw made let go. Elizabeth cradled her mouth in pain, whining a little.
What the hell was that?
Her only guess was that she was still human, biting down with the full force of her quirk. Refusing to let herself go full beast mode has some damning consequences. That much she knew. Scatterbrain clutched his broken, bloody hand, teeth gritted in pain.
"You deranged psycho mutt!"
Elizabeth hadn't even realized she was growling, eyes still closed. She tried to answer with 'says the man that tries to beat teenagers to death for fun' but just opening her mouth was too painful.
Yeah. Definitely broke it.
She wobbled out of the way of other hit by Scatterbrain. Elizabeth reared her fist back for another punch--only for her to suddenly lose the ability to move at all. Her brow furrowed, and Elizabeth opened her eyes, watching Scatterbrain as he struggled to throw another punch at her.
His fist came inches from connecting with her nose before he seemed to be jerked like some sort of puppet, turning away, shuffling his feet. Wow. Now he really did look like a zombie. Elizabeth took stock of her injuries as the paralysis subsided.
Broken ribs. Bloody nose. Adrenaline making her body feel as though it was on fire. Her jaw totally shattered from the force of that bite.
And, as she realized when the paralysis faded and she pitched forward face first on the ground with a groan, borderline unconscious.
By all accounts she should have thought it was disgusting. And it was. Her initial reaction was to fight her gag reflex as her mouth filled with the coppery taste of red liquid, accompanied by a metallic smell that filled her nostrils and made them flare up. But that reaction gave way to a more primal one, as the wolf in her started to protest when she was about to let go.
No! Bite down harder! BITE DOWN HARDER!
I'm a hero, I'm not EATING the damned guy!
Besides, his blood tasted fine, but his flesh was as rotten as his smell. She felt like a vulture feasting on dead carrion--seriously, was this guy a zombie? It was disgusting.
She might have taken longer to debate the merits of ripping off Scatterbrain's hand, pupils blown, until a sharp searing pain in her jaw made let go. Elizabeth cradled her mouth in pain, whining a little.
What the hell was that?
Her only guess was that she was still human, biting down with the full force of her quirk. Refusing to let herself go full beast mode has some damning consequences. That much she knew. Scatterbrain clutched his broken, bloody hand, teeth gritted in pain.
"You deranged psycho mutt!"
Elizabeth hadn't even realized she was growling, eyes still closed. She tried to answer with 'says the man that tries to beat teenagers to death for fun' but just opening her mouth was too painful.
Yeah. Definitely broke it.
She wobbled out of the way of other hit by Scatterbrain. Elizabeth reared her fist back for another punch--only for her to suddenly lose the ability to move at all. Her brow furrowed, and Elizabeth opened her eyes, watching Scatterbrain as he struggled to throw another punch at her.
His fist came inches from connecting with her nose before he seemed to be jerked like some sort of puppet, turning away, shuffling his feet. Wow. Now he really did look like a zombie. Elizabeth took stock of her injuries as the paralysis subsided.
Broken ribs. Bloody nose. Adrenaline making her body feel as though it was on fire. Her jaw totally shattered from the force of that bite.
And, as she realized when the paralysis faded and she pitched forward face first on the ground with a groan, borderline unconscious.