The half-Annfyn was taken aback by the crimson liquid that traced her lance's path; she hadn't intended to injure him as badly as she did. Despite the mask covering the top half of her face, her shock could be seen on her face. She had underestimated the power of the lance, and her own power apparently. For a brief moment, she stared at the blood that had dripped onto the floor, making not only driving with her wheels more difficult but also indicating that he wasn't in the best of health.
Kriff! Was he the second person she'd ever severely injured? The raider girl together with Crix first, and now Darius' ribs? Oh, she hated it. She loathed this even more than she loathed Darius, which was a remarkable feat in and of itself. Sure, she didn't want him in the game anymore, but not like this?! She only wanted to trick him into disqualifying himself!
She couldn't back out now; she knew what she was getting herself into. Sorta. Ish. WELL, it wasn't lancing someone in the ribs and standing in a pool of blood. And, to be honest, everything was more violent than she had expected, she always figured some of it was fake. Like those wrestling shows her dad enjoyed watching. Learn something new every day!
Plus, the money for her new spine came closer and closer. She could almost smell it, even if there were more rounds to come. And she'd just donate 40% of her prize to charity to make up for the bloodshed and give Darius 10% as an apology. Far more than he deserved, considering the amounts of shampoo she wasted just to get the scent of sour vomit out of her hair, but hey.
Jedi first, pettiness second.
No, she wouldn't stand down. One quick glance to the side told her that her friend Altair, the Raging Bull, got the ball. The other two on the yellow team were still somewhat recovering, making Darius, the Sniper, the most obvious danger for Altair. Once again the baboon was in her way.
Clove's large brown eyes snapped back to Darius, and without a word the half-Annfyn attempted to slam the side of her lance against Darius' head, hoping to knock him out with the metal.
Roll: 15/20. Target: Darius.
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