Kintla Flatlands Queen B*tch 101

Owh, I thought it was blood. My mistake! Though it would be cool indeed. How'd you mean in the future? You think it would be good for them to meet again sometime?

The spawn of Satan rolled her eyes at the thing, though she would admit that it had spirit. But when the word missy hit her eardrums, she growled. Missy?! She was a damned queen, for crying out loud. Finally, the queen raised her hackles, signs that she was getting more serious about this matter. She felt the fire in her soul burning again, just like the way it had done when she killed one of her own blood, and this time Avalon wasn't there to stop her. Oh, I'm sorry, did I look interested in where the hell you came from? She snarled. This thing wasn't leaving this place without something to remind her of this encounter. Okay, yes, she hadn't been here that long, but that mark said enough. It was fucking obvious that these wolves were only playing. The insults went right over her head, anything this creature said sounded annoying. She eyed the thing's movements, lowering her head to cover her neck when seeing the creature wanting to fight with the spawn of Satan.

Better go back to wherever the fuck you came from, waste of air. She said, finally trying to grow in size, neck still covered. If this bitch wanted to fight, she could get it.

My mind blanked, I'm not good at insulting people. please, learn me master!