Nope. Forget it. It's her turn. She's annoyed and frustrated and nothing can stand in her way when she's like this - not even him.
"Look - you already got one. I can handle this."
There's a loud bang from inside that causes her to instinctively push him away with her arms and hopefully out of harm's way. Turns out it's just the cellar door being ripped open, but she had no way of knowing ahead of time.
The biggest one - the brick shithouse she mentioned earlier - isn't there. He's most likely gone down the stairs. Which just leaves her newest friend blocking her. He's tall and burly and has too many muscles. If he's actually paying attention instead of striking first, Daryl will notice... this guy doesn't look good. Or normal. At all. His fingers are elongated and claw-like with gnarly nails at the tips. The features of his face are unlike any person or zombie he's likely seen before. He's bloody and gross with exaggerated bone structure, long, sharp teeth, and the eyes - they're sunken and pure white.
"This little bitch doesn't know when to quit," he snarls.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not standing right here, dipshit," she replies, sounding unamused.
The banter is part of it, okay. You can't rush things like this. There's an order to things.
The trucker demon launches himself into the air, and she reacts accordingly. They end up circling each other, Mia not daring to take her eyes off him as he floats with his clawed hands extended.
"That's cheating and you fucking know it," she mutters, rolling her eyes. For someone so petite, she definitely knows how to rush forward and tackle. She thumps the handle of her machete into the guy's stomach, once then twice - then wails on him to get him to hit the floor.
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"Look - you already got one. I can handle this."
There's a loud bang from inside that causes her to instinctively push him away with her arms and hopefully out of harm's way. Turns out it's just the cellar door being ripped open, but she had no way of knowing ahead of time.
The biggest one - the brick shithouse she mentioned earlier - isn't there. He's most likely gone down the stairs. Which just leaves her newest friend blocking her. He's tall and burly and has too many muscles. If he's actually paying attention instead of striking first, Daryl will notice... this guy doesn't look good. Or normal. At all. His fingers are elongated and claw-like with gnarly nails at the tips. The features of his face are unlike any person or zombie he's likely seen before. He's bloody and gross with exaggerated bone structure, long, sharp teeth, and the eyes - they're sunken and pure white.
"This little bitch doesn't know when to quit," he snarls.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not standing right here, dipshit," she replies, sounding unamused.
The banter is part of it, okay. You can't rush things like this. There's an order to things.
The trucker demon launches himself into the air, and she reacts accordingly. They end up circling each other, Mia not daring to take her eyes off him as he floats with his clawed hands extended.
"That's cheating and you fucking know it," she mutters, rolling her eyes. For someone so petite, she definitely knows how to rush forward and tackle. She thumps the handle of her machete into the guy's stomach, once then twice - then wails on him to get him to hit the floor.