Kintla Flatlands guns for hands

She lowered her chin so her neck was out of reach and stared into his eyes with a challenging sparkle. If he thought he had a chance at killing her, he was sadly mistaken. First of all, she had beat his sorry ass mere minutes ago and if wanted to try again so soon, she could give him a few real scars to remember her by. Second, they were so close to her pack that even if he did get a good grip on her, her screams would be heard and responded to. He didn't have a chance.

"Doesn't matter what I want, you wouldn't be able to do it anyways." she sneered, her persona changing within the space of a few seconds, her eyes turning cold and deadly, a confident shine glossing them over.

She wondered what he would do. If he tried to kill her, and when she reacted fought against her, there was the possibility of death for either of them, and the sparkle in her eyes showed that she suspected it wouldn't be her that would end up ten feet under. "You're too weak" she hissed, her eyes narrowing.