.you've made a grave mistake, dear.

.now.

.what shall we do about this?.

.Mocking smirk dances 'cross features as mahoghany vixen observes her opponent's rash reaction - no matter that the snap was redirected, nonetheless, it was given out of rage and disrespect to the silent warrior.

Dial lowers to those form of Jaro, before brutale so effortlessly whirls and lands square kick to Angel of Hell's chest, sending her backwards to the outskirts of the territory. Spinning back around to face her foe, harsh snort echoes through nostrils, auds plastered to skull.

.i'm done playing with your pathetic form.

.no more games.

.you are not accepted, not by me anyways.

.and if you are.

.your life will become a living hell.

.in other words.

.to so plainly put it.

.your ass is grass.

.and i'm the lawnmower.

.capishe?.

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