Post by bryna on Dec 16, 2008 22:19:42 GMT -5
"'Cos yer bloody well 'ave to!" Kate roared, the kick sending her staggering to the very edge of the lake. Turning on her toes with a speed that belied her bulk, she lunged at the smaller girl with deadly intent, her makeshift staff a blur of chaotic motion. "I ain't 'ad time ta learn fancy-pants kicks and punches and somersaults, a'rite? I ain't 'ad training! I ain't 'ad nuffin' like that, and I ain't got no bloody time fer honour, neiver."
She wasn't pulling punches any more, she thought grimly. If this damn kid wanted to pick fights, wanted to insult her, wanted to insult everything she stood for, then so be it. But she wasn't going to rest until she got the bloody little rat into the water - and probably held her under for a fair while, if that'd learn her.
"I know what I'm doin' 'cos it's all I've ever done," she growled, raining down blows with fists and feet and staff. "I know what I'm doin' 'cos I'm the best bloody scrapper on the Thames. I know what I'm doin', lass, 'cos I'm Kate-bloody-Bassett!" She grinned fiercely, the two or three gaps standing out against startlingly white teeth. "Trust me, lass, wivvout trainin', honour ain't worth bugger all where I come from. Honour'll getcha nowhere, bar, 'appen, face down in t'mud wi' a knife in yer back." There was blood on her face - her staff had thwacked into her nose as she had teetered on the shore, a rookie mistake that she damn well wasn't going to make again - her stomach ached like hell from the blow, and her hair, still dripping wet, was now in a sort of bird's nest on the top of her head.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so alive![/size]
She wasn't pulling punches any more, she thought grimly. If this damn kid wanted to pick fights, wanted to insult her, wanted to insult everything she stood for, then so be it. But she wasn't going to rest until she got the bloody little rat into the water - and probably held her under for a fair while, if that'd learn her.
"I know what I'm doin' 'cos it's all I've ever done," she growled, raining down blows with fists and feet and staff. "I know what I'm doin' 'cos I'm the best bloody scrapper on the Thames. I know what I'm doin', lass, 'cos I'm Kate-bloody-Bassett!" She grinned fiercely, the two or three gaps standing out against startlingly white teeth. "Trust me, lass, wivvout trainin', honour ain't worth bugger all where I come from. Honour'll getcha nowhere, bar, 'appen, face down in t'mud wi' a knife in yer back." There was blood on her face - her staff had thwacked into her nose as she had teetered on the shore, a rookie mistake that she damn well wasn't going to make again - her stomach ached like hell from the blow, and her hair, still dripping wet, was now in a sort of bird's nest on the top of her head.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so alive![/size]