And yet, he didn't. The hand pops off and he drops it with a gasp, just lucky enough to maintain his grasp on her other hand.
He's also just lucky enough to have that crown of thorns growing out of his skull, so when she leans in to snap at his face, he actually meets her head on, ready to ram the spikes straight into her face. ]
[she'll try to snap at his nose, which looks to be where she can do the most damage!
but whether she has any success or not, she isn't expecting him to answer with a headbutt, and those thorns crash into her head, getting a cry of pain and surprise from her. one of her eyes catches a spike, and blood trickles from various points on her head.
the force also pushes her head back to smash against the floor, leaving her dazed as she continues struggling, unable to focus on a particular mode of attack.]
[ She does manage to successfully bite at his nose enough to get it bleeding, but not enough to deter him from further attack.
With her reeling from the headbutt, he takes the chance to grab her left wrist and straighten it against her side, bringing it close enough to the torso that he can pin it down with his leg.
And then, he brings her right hand up to her neck, as well as both of his own, and presses down, choking her with her own hand. ]
I'm not foolish enough to kill you, no, but no one kills Vlad Masters and gets away with it.
[ His smirk only grows as he watches her fade out of consciousness. Just before he does, though, he leans in close and says: ]
I suppose I should thank you for the opportunity to indulge. Consider our deal complete.
[ And, once she's passed out, he hauls her over one shoulder, takes her to the airport, finds one of those nice large hardshell suitcases, folds Lenore's unconscious body up into it, zips it up, locks the zippers together with a suitcase lock, then leaves the suitcase abandoned right there in the airport.
He meanders pleasantly back to the bar, his pride mutations receding now, and tosses the little suitcase lock key somewhere who knows where. And then once he gets to the bar, he picks up Lenore's discarded hand-glove for himself and leaves.
He loves when a revenge plan goes down smoothly. ]
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turns out, there's a severed mannequin hand inside her glove! and nothing but a stump at her wrist.
she'll use that opportunity to try to slip her left arm out of his grasp so she can lean upward and snap at his face with her teeth.]
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He really should have expected this.
And yet, he didn't. The hand pops off and he drops it with a gasp, just lucky enough to maintain his grasp on her other hand.
He's also just lucky enough to have that crown of thorns growing out of his skull, so when she leans in to snap at his face, he actually meets her head on, ready to ram the spikes straight into her face. ]
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but whether she has any success or not, she isn't expecting him to answer with a headbutt, and those thorns crash into her head, getting a cry of pain and surprise from her. one of her eyes catches a spike, and blood trickles from various points on her head.
the force also pushes her head back to smash against the floor, leaving her dazed as she continues struggling, unable to focus on a particular mode of attack.]
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With her reeling from the headbutt, he takes the chance to grab her left wrist and straighten it against her side, bringing it close enough to the torso that he can pin it down with his leg.
And then, he brings her right hand up to her neck, as well as both of his own, and presses down, choking her with her own hand. ]
I'm not foolish enough to kill you, no, but no one kills Vlad Masters and gets away with it.
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she locks eyes with him in a murderous glare until she loses consciousness.]
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I suppose I should thank you for the opportunity to indulge. Consider our deal complete.
[ And, once she's passed out, he hauls her over one shoulder, takes her to the airport, finds one of those nice large hardshell suitcases, folds Lenore's unconscious body up into it, zips it up, locks the zippers together with a suitcase lock, then leaves the suitcase abandoned right there in the airport.
He meanders pleasantly back to the bar, his pride mutations receding now, and tosses the little suitcase lock key somewhere who knows where. And then once he gets to the bar, he picks up Lenore's discarded hand-glove for himself and leaves.
He loves when a revenge plan goes down smoothly. ]