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She looked at the floor, then her head snapped up at the sound.
Scythe
He stopped the carriage and went to check on him. "Miss me?" He smirked.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
He fell back and grabbed his wrists, struggling to pin him.
Tii
She watched out the window. "What are they doing?"
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
He kicked him, then grabbed a sword out of Scythe's sheath and slammed it as hard as he could into his chest. "Just die already!" He screamed, kicking him away.
There was metallic clank and he chuckled, sword still in his chest, and stood, towering over him. "That would be a bit difficult."
Tii
"Oh." She looked down. After a moment of silence, she looked back up. "Why?"
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
He pulled it out, fingering the bloodied blade with his metal arm. "Incredible isn't it? I rather like being part robot." He lunged forwards, tackling him.
Tii
"Oh. Ok." She looked down and fiddled with her hands.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
He pinned him to the ground by his neck wih one hand and squeezed, cutting off his air so he'd pass out.
Tii
She glanced over at Hatter. "Um..." She paused, unsure what to call him. "Sir, I'm hungry."
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”