"I-" Kanti cuts herself off and clenches her jaw, holding a hand to her head. She's been here before, full of rage and the desire to pay what was owed. She remembers his face and her rage and how easy, how preposterously easy it had been to rend him in two. How good the blood had tasted. It had felt good to kill him. Right. She's thinking too much, but she doesn't have time to respond because these armed thugs are reminding her of something else.
She squeezes her eyes shut in preparation for the oncoming headache when she feels that now familiar throb of a memory squeezing into her skull. But the hurt never comes. Instead, the second echo drops like a pebble into a pond, sending small ripples and rearranging things before letting them settle. She finds herself looking at the Blood Keys with clearer intentions.
Is killing them bad? They're trying to hurt her. They're trying to hurt her friends. They're trying to impose their will on her through force. It's fine for her to fight back, to hurt them, to kill them and show no mercy. It's natural, and it's just how things are done and how they always have been. It's no more than they deserve, after all, for their attempt on her life. Except she knows that it is most certainly not how things are done here. They're done like that somewhere else. Somewhere she doesn't know yet. It doesn't keep her from gripping her chainsaw tighter, like it's an anchor in this storm. She presses down on the clutch, letting the blades spin wildly.
"Don't act like you know me. You have no idea what I'll do to you."
TL;DR TIER 2 ECHO
She squeezes her eyes shut in preparation for the oncoming headache when she feels that now familiar throb of a memory squeezing into her skull. But the hurt never comes. Instead, the second echo drops like a pebble into a pond, sending small ripples and rearranging things before letting them settle. She finds herself looking at the Blood Keys with clearer intentions.
Is killing them bad? They're trying to hurt her. They're trying to hurt her friends. They're trying to impose their will on her through force. It's fine for her to fight back, to hurt them, to kill them and show no mercy. It's natural, and it's just how things are done and how they always have been. It's no more than they deserve, after all, for their attempt on her life. Except she knows that it is most certainly not how things are done here. They're done like that somewhere else. Somewhere she doesn't know yet. It doesn't keep her from gripping her chainsaw tighter, like it's an anchor in this storm. She presses down on the clutch, letting the blades spin wildly.
"Don't act like you know me. You have no idea what I'll do to you."