There was a surprising amount of power in that small body of hers; she tackled Perrix to the ground with little hassle, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her glasses lay off to the side, lenses shattered and earpieces bent - the worst possible thing that could be done to trigger her fury.
But even with the sudden burst of strength, Nikkal was still fairly easy to overpower. Perrix simply reached up and gripped her wrists, pulling them away before they went for the jugular; he didn't get away without a few long stratches, though. She thrashed wildly from her position in an attempt to free her hands from his grip, face contorted into a scowl as she screeched down at him.
"You," she flexed her hands, feeling the tips of her fingers growing numb, "broke," her thighs clenched around his waist, "my," she leaned in as close as their positioning would let her, "glasses!"
Perrix, needless to say, was floored. This much anger had been hiding inside someone so happy and peppy? It was incredibly jarring, but at the same time, the way she was straddling him... with her wrists clasped in his hands, the only way he could safely put an end to that godawful shrieking of hers was to lean up and silence her with his own moth.
Nikkal squeaked at the action, but her surprise was quickly overwritten with fury as she bit down in retaliation, large front teeth piercing the skin of Perrix's bottom lip. She could taste the blood as it spilled; she had never drawn blood from anything else in her life but now it was as if she couldn't get enough. Finally managing to wrestle her arms out of his grip, she sunk her nails back into his shoulders before pushing away.
Was this what caliginous feelings were like? Feeling so much hatred toward someone that you wanted nothing more than to taste their blood? She was sure to regret this when she came out of her rage-induced trance, but for now, Nikkal was content to glare down at him and smile grimly, licking flecks of ultramarine off of her teeth.
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But even with the sudden burst of strength, Nikkal was still fairly easy to overpower. Perrix simply reached up and gripped her wrists, pulling them away before they went for the jugular; he didn't get away without a few long stratches, though. She thrashed wildly from her position in an attempt to free her hands from his grip, face contorted into a scowl as she screeched down at him.
"You," she flexed her hands, feeling the tips of her fingers growing numb, "broke," her thighs clenched around his waist, "my," she leaned in as close as their positioning would let her, "glasses!"
Perrix, needless to say, was floored. This much anger had been hiding inside someone so happy and peppy? It was incredibly jarring, but at the same time, the way she was straddling him... with her wrists clasped in his hands, the only way he could safely put an end to that godawful shrieking of hers was to lean up and silence her with his own moth.
Nikkal squeaked at the action, but her surprise was quickly overwritten with fury as she bit down in retaliation, large front teeth piercing the skin of Perrix's bottom lip. She could taste the blood as it spilled; she had never drawn blood from anything else in her life but now it was as if she couldn't get enough. Finally managing to wrestle her arms out of his grip, she sunk her nails back into his shoulders before pushing away.
Was this what caliginous feelings were like? Feeling so much hatred toward someone that you wanted nothing more than to taste their blood? She was sure to regret this when she came out of her rage-induced trance, but for now, Nikkal was content to glare down at him and smile grimly, licking flecks of ultramarine off of her teeth.