Atrelda was caught off guard, and she even though she moved faster and avoided the worst of the blow, there was still a nasty gash in her collarbone. Her orange tubetob was starting to be stained with red.
"Tch."
This...this little bitch!
Her green eyes blazed, turning the slighest bit red. It created an ugly colour, but the affect was still scary.
Marq squirmed, her feet and knees knocking together innocently, childishly. His hands were behind his back.
Crap, crap, crap. What do I say? These thoughts were not connected to hers, but his face pretty much displayed them.
Eh, I... kind of.