"You know, love," Spike said, curling a hand in the back of the woman's jacket and hauling her, snarling, off of her victim, "Bloke or not, no still means no."
He hurled her, and she flew across the alley, her back slamming hard enough into the bricks that he heard a few of them crack. She landed on her knees, panting, but certainly wasn't down for the count.
When he went for her, she was unsurprisingly all fingernails and gnashing teeth, though her strength spoke of years beyond what he normally came across in Darrow. "You might as well accept it," he said to her, his hand closing around her throat, pinning her to the wall. She opened a wound on his cheek, cool blood sliding down over his chin, though he hardly noticed. "You picked the wrong alley, tonight."
From his coat, he pulled a rather wicked machete, one he'd borrowed from Mike during a hunt the other day and simply hadn't returned. He took a step back, releasing his hold on her, but when she came at him, he made quick work of lopping off her head.
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Date: 2014-01-08 03:29 am (UTC)He hurled her, and she flew across the alley, her back slamming hard enough into the bricks that he heard a few of them crack. She landed on her knees, panting, but certainly wasn't down for the count.
When he went for her, she was unsurprisingly all fingernails and gnashing teeth, though her strength spoke of years beyond what he normally came across in Darrow. "You might as well accept it," he said to her, his hand closing around her throat, pinning her to the wall. She opened a wound on his cheek, cool blood sliding down over his chin, though he hardly noticed. "You picked the wrong alley, tonight."
From his coat, he pulled a rather wicked machete, one he'd borrowed from Mike during a hunt the other day and simply hadn't returned. He took a step back, releasing his hold on her, but when she came at him, he made quick work of lopping off her head.