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[quote][b]RPQuistin (Nov 20, 2001 04:38 p.m.):[/b] Their battle was fast and furious and bloody. She flew at him, and he didn't realize she'd drawn her dagger until it sliced across his chest in a long, stinging and shallow cut. The force of her attack knocked him back a few steps, and he threw his fists out automatically. One hand caught her a glancing blow, and she staggered to the side, hitting the wall and spinning around to face him again. Savage bloodlust he'd missed in her before was evident now, and fighting rage lit their eyes in mirror emerald-gold fire. They both snarled, and bared their canines at one another, and launched into another attack. This round was more drawn out; he striking with his fists and using his superior strength against her, she flitting in and out in a dancing feint and stab, her dagger drawing lines along his arms and back. Their style was perfectly matched, as teacher and student fought, but there was nothing playful or careful in their sparring today. Robert wanted her incapacitated enough that she would be helpless and forced to obey him. Kat just wanted him dead for his lies. Blood flew from him and bruises bloomed on her face as he managed to catch her off-guard and threw her against the door again. She hit and slumped to the floor, panting with exertion and hate, and she was ready to throw herself back into the fray when he grinned her same shark smile at her, and growled. "Don't fight me, Kitten, or I'll kill Terrence just like you killed Jax." Her thoughts were fuzzy and disjointed, but as she looked up at her father and blinked to focus, the fear that he would actually kill Mode overtook her. He would do it, too. He had no love to hold him back. It was not an idle threat. She wanted to cause him as much pain as he'd ever caused her, and while she held no fear over her own death, she could not let Mode be hurt. She had to protect him. If it meant letting her father win now, then it was worth it. Anything was worth it. "I hate you," she whispered bitterly as she painfully managed to stand. She tucked the dagger back into its sheath, and surreptiously palmed the doorlock behind her as she glared, and he smiled triumphantly and was reaching for the papers again when she whirled around. Her hand hit the palmpad, the door slid open, and Kat bolted. She would wait until Mode found her and made her his, and then nothing, not even her father, could tear them apart. [i]Nothing.. nothing... then he'll be mine...[/i] She ran, and ran, and ran.[/quote]
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