What really matters

True to her original assessment of the bullheaded male, he was quick to rush her -- it was clear he had no patience for her contorted little games. With a shriek of delight Caiaphas waved her shapeless behind at him, waggling with a brazen carelessness only a fool could rival.

He sprung towards her with a snap and she took off, a ghoulwhite streak along the barren ground. She had no intention of dying that day -- or ever -- and with a fit of giggles she pranced idiotically about him, keeping a keen eye on his bristling frame. "You couldn't catch me if you tried. Fat and slow, you lot are. It's why we're better." She teased, maintaining a wide berth from his striking range. But she wouldn't wait for whatever riposte the cloudy male uttered. Wasting no time, the seawretch turned around and skipped impishly off to torment some other unfortunate soul.