[ Grell is so accustomed to negative attention, she hardly pays it any attention, at first - but once the little devils start their heckling, her fur begins to bristle, her ears gradually burn red! She’s unable to contain herself, then; snatching one up by it horns, she lifts the fiend to eye-level, snarling with her maw of ragged teeth. In fact, have they grown even more? ]
It would appear that our documentary neglected to inform you that I might be the most bloodthirsty bitch of our age!
[ Without further warning, she tosses the imp up just enough that she could readjust her hold, and swing him like a baseball bat, right into another smartassed bystander. The crowd topples back a few feet, and their reactions are mixed; some relocate toward the back of the floor, and others are ready to jump at her!
Now that she’s riled up, Grell is more ready than ever to take them on! It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t have her scythe - she’ll just as well take them in hand-to-hand combat! Extending her newly-acquired claws, her features twist in a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame!
But wait— the raised fur at her forearms warps into enlarged blades! Even more concerning, they begin to move! It’s a slow roll, at first, building speed until they’re whirring to life, much like the belt on her once-beloved chainsaw.
It catches her a bit off-guard, and briefly raises her arms to witness it with question - MANY questions, in fact - but, never mind the impossible, she’s ready to roll with it!! ]
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It would appear that our documentary neglected to inform you that I might be the most bloodthirsty bitch of our age!
[ Without further warning, she tosses the imp up just enough that she could readjust her hold, and swing him like a baseball bat, right into another smartassed bystander. The crowd topples back a few feet, and their reactions are mixed; some relocate toward the back of the floor, and others are ready to jump at her!
Now that she’s riled up, Grell is more ready than ever to take them on! It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t have her scythe - she’ll just as well take them in hand-to-hand combat! Extending her newly-acquired claws, her features twist in a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame!
But wait— the raised fur at her forearms warps into enlarged blades! Even more concerning, they begin to move! It’s a slow roll, at first, building speed until they’re whirring to life, much like the belt on her once-beloved chainsaw.
It catches her a bit off-guard, and briefly raises her arms to witness it with question - MANY questions, in fact - but, never mind the impossible, she’s ready to roll with it!! ]