That was not the way Navaan liked being eaten, Lilianas!
The step forward got the vampire moving, at least, breaking through her horrified-fascination-paralysis. "I didn't even know you could have unsexy fights!" she wailed as she booked it around the playground. "I've never been less turned on in my liiiiiiiiiiife!"
She ran towards her dripping doctor's bag and snatched it up. There was still all sorts of things in there, many of them ruined by the shattered glass and alcohol. She rooted through the bag, grabbing what few salvageable things she could see and consigning the rest to Sithrak. Which meant she had to make it count. She just needed a few more things...
"Oh hey! Thanks bottle of rubbing alcohol I grabbed off the mantle!" she said, fishing that out. Along with a pair of panties that were four sizes to large for her with a (sadly, now illegible) number scrawled across the ass. She opened the bottle and shoved the panties two-thirds of the way in, hearing the thing shamble closer and closer...
There! Last item! In her pockets, not her bag, thanks you, Lady Luck! She looked up at the massive, screeching seafood sorceress and yelled, "NEVER FUCK WITH A DOCTOR, LADY!" and flung her bag at the creature. It sailed through the air, landing pretty harmlessly at the thing's feet.
Exactly where it was intended to go.
"FLAMBE MOTHERFUCKER!" Because it was followed a moment later by a makeshift Molotov cocktail, aimed right for the highly flammable remains of her bag.
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The step forward got the vampire moving, at least, breaking through her horrified-fascination-paralysis. "I didn't even know you could have unsexy fights!" she wailed as she booked it around the playground. "I've never been less turned on in my liiiiiiiiiiife!"
She ran towards her dripping doctor's bag and snatched it up. There was still all sorts of things in there, many of them ruined by the shattered glass and alcohol. She rooted through the bag, grabbing what few salvageable things she could see and consigning the rest to Sithrak. Which meant she had to make it count. She just needed a few more things...
"Oh hey! Thanks bottle of rubbing alcohol I grabbed off the mantle!" she said, fishing that out. Along with a pair of panties that were four sizes to large for her with a (sadly, now illegible) number scrawled across the ass. She opened the bottle and shoved the panties two-thirds of the way in, hearing the thing shamble closer and closer...
There! Last item! In her pockets, not her bag, thanks you, Lady Luck! She looked up at the massive, screeching seafood sorceress and yelled, "NEVER FUCK WITH A DOCTOR, LADY!" and flung her bag at the creature. It sailed through the air, landing pretty harmlessly at the thing's feet.
Exactly where it was intended to go.
"FLAMBE MOTHERFUCKER!" Because it was followed a moment later by a makeshift Molotov cocktail, aimed right for the highly flammable remains of her bag.