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The words hurled at her back caused Honey Badger to dig her heels into the cold ground and swivel to face her enemies at a distance. She was tempted to run back there and slap those words right out of the red bitch's mouth. It really was a pity they couldn't just fight each other; it would have been an excellent match. Her ears pinned back to her skull and she leered at the mismatched silhouettes standing vigilant in front of their misshapen mountain home.

"Fuck you!" she screamed brattishly before pivoting and beginning to move again. There was no fight to be found there, so she would have to seek one elsewhere. As she loped along, she briefly ascertained her wounds—just some shallow contusions from the hard landing—as a predatory smirk found its way onto her black face.