[While she doesn't feel threatened by him, even with his little pet— she's sure she'll be able to keep up without even trying— that issued challenge still lights a fire within her, spurs her onward, and there's a wide spray of bug guts as she cleaves through a termite that had practically launched itself at her blades.]
Come on, come on, you bastards! That the best you've got?!
[Termites...
Maybe you should run while you still can. There are two bloodthirsty maniacs out to play today.]
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Come on, come on, you bastards! That the best you've got?!
[Termites...
Maybe you should run while you still can. There are two bloodthirsty maniacs out to play today.]