"You b—" the man began, before Yang's finger in his face stopped his likely profanity-laden rant.
"Yeah, yeah," Yang said, bored and looking at her nails, "you're going to call me a bitch, I'm going to beat the shit out of you for it, and I'm going to walk away from this encounter completely unsatisfied, so, instead, to liven things up and give you a sporting chance,"—Yang whistled—"I'm going to let my friend with an equally raging hard-on for violence and a fucking huge hammer splatter you into next Tuesday."
Before the man could protest further, Nora, already with a full head of steam and a lightning charge, swung Magnhild through the space that the man had been occupying, setting the whole of the kinetic energy stored up until the point of impact to the job of putting the man on an escape vector from both women's gives-a-fuck-about-you bubble.
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"Yeah, yeah," Yang said, bored and looking at her nails, "you're going to call me a bitch, I'm going to beat the shit out of you for it, and I'm going to walk away from this encounter completely unsatisfied, so, instead, to liven things up and give you a sporting chance,"—Yang whistled—"I'm going to let my friend with an equally raging hard-on for violence and a fucking huge hammer splatter you into next Tuesday."
Before the man could protest further, Nora, already with a full head of steam and a lightning charge, swung Magnhild through the space that the man had been occupying, setting the whole of the kinetic energy stored up until the point of impact to the job of putting the man on an escape vector from both women's gives-a-fuck-about-you bubble.