Post by Quakerlol on Jan 4, 2012 15:42:47 GMT -6
The Catalyst did not normally attend social events put on by the college such as these. She did not enjoy mingling with her peers, preferring to remain with a small group of friends and study. However, she was returning from judo practice, it was cold, and the bonfire being put on in celebration of the troll lacrosse team winning the state finals provided a welcome source of warmth. She occupied a picnic bench near the flames, leaning her sparring staff up beside her and basking in the glow. The heat made her thirsty, and so she decided to go purchase a drink from the nearby stand. She got up from her seat, leaving her staff unattended.
Nearby the Agitator was standing with a large group of friends, shoving each other around and laughing loudly. Most were slightly drunk and clutched beverages in their hands, spilling them whenever they jostled. Many of them were wearing their troll lacrosse jerseys to mark them as the heroes of this event. Aarsamir wore a jacket over hers, sensitive to the cold. Soon one of her friends noticed the Catalyst sitting alone and laughed, jabbing the Agitator in the ribs pointedly. Aarsamir laughed it off, but kept a close eye on her. When she got up to get a drink Aarsamir motioned to a few of her friends to follow, and told the others to keep a sharp lookout. Nonchalantly they slipped over to the picnic table and surrounded the staff, whisking it away with nobody the wiser.
The Catalyst finished paying for her water and turned back to her spot, pushing through the crowd of people. The Agitator and her friends attempted to repress their laughter, but most of them were too drunk to do so properly. Kyachril reached her spot and looked around for her staff, confused. Had she returned to the wrong table? The laughter was getting louder now. The Agitator furtively looked over her shoulder and made accidental eye contact with the Catalyst, whipping her head back around in the least suspicious manner possible (which wasn’t much). Her friend group began shuffling closer to the fire. The Catalyst resumed looking around for her staff. Had it fallen on the ground?
The Agitator took one more quick look around and tossed the staff into the fire. Sparks flew from the pile of burning wood as her friends cheered loudly. This finally caught the attention of the Catalyst. She ran up to where the cluster of friends was, shoving the Agitator aside in her haste. The cheers abruptly stopped. She looked into the fire, saw her staff, and realized that it was far too late to save it. She turned slowly to the Agitator, smiling sweetly.
"I assuume that was yyou," she said as politely as possible. The group of friends began backing away.
The Agitator was still slightly dazed from being shoved to the ground. "What wars me?"
The Catalyst leapt, tackling the Agitator. "Shit!" Aarsamir yelled before being pinned to the picnic table behind her. Kyachril held one arm down and grabbed her by the throat.
"Whyy did yyou do that?" she asked very nicely, whispering in the Agitator's ear. She got only a gargled noise in response. The Catalyst loosened her grip but bent the Agitator backwards over the table, immobilizing her in an uncomfortable position.
The Agitator gulped in air. "Dunno," she responded flatly. "Thought it would be funny. Guerss what? It wars."
The Catalyst's smile thinned. "Hmm? Funnyy? YYou think that was--" she asked, tightening her hold, "funnyy?"
Another strangled noise escaped Aarsamir's windpipe. She grabbed the hand holding her and tried to pull it off her throat. "Get- off- me-" she managed to articulate.
The Catalyst's arm began to weaken under the onslaught. "Tell me WHYY!" she demanded, pulling her head up to face the Agitator.
"I a)ready TOLD you!" Aarsamir replied, digging her nails into Kyachril's arm. "Aargh!"
The Catalyst swore in the ghostly tongue of Arath, a sound that cannot be properly expressed using this script. Aarsamir was momentarily puzzled. "What the SHIT wars that?!?" she demanded.
Kyachril laughed and released her hold on the Agitator, leaving her rubbing her bruised windpipe and confused. She turned around and caught sight of a yellowblood, one of Aarsamir's main posse. She smiled and attacked, getting him in a headlock. "Whyy, preciselyy, did yyou let her do that?" she asked politely.
"Ow,, wwhat tthe ffuck ddid you attack mme ffor?" he groaned. The Agitator sat bolt upright at this.
"Oh FUCK NO!" she shouted, leaping up and tackling the Catalyst from behind and trying to pull her off of him. However, she was too late to stop Kyachril from hitting one of Athestad's pressure points and paralyzing him.
The Catalyst sighed. "Whyy are yyou so persiistent?" she asked.
"Be(aurse you're fu(king with my moirai), for one thing!" the Agitator replied angrily. She succeeded in pulling the Catalyst off of her friend and stood up. Kyachril did the same.
"I don't care about yyour moirail. I reallyy don't." she replied tiredly.
The Agitator straightened up and shifted her weight. "We)) fu(k. You." She suddenly moved forward, attempting to catch the Catalyst off guard and punch her directly in the cheek.
The Catalyst had been expecting this somewhat. Aarsamir was sort of predictable, really. She let the punch roll off her face and grabbed Aarsamir's arm as it moved by, using her own momentum to send her flying. She went sailing through the air, a look of shock on her face, and landed several feet away. "Mother of FUCK!" she yelled, landing hard.
The Catalyst smiled. "Adorable."
Blood rushed to the Agitator's face. She treated the Catalyst to the most poisonous glare in her arsenal before standing up slowly and deliberately. The Catalyst assumed a defensive judo stance. "Well get on with it," she requested, shifting her weight from leg to leg. "Attack me alreadyy. Oh, can't wait for this." The Agitator took off her jacket and tossed it to one of her friends. At this point her group was standing in a circle around the combatants. Nobody else was paying the brawl any attention. This was a fairly commonplace occurrence at a troll college, after all. Aarsamir cracked her knuckles.
"How cute. Are yyou prepared yyet?" In answer, the Agitator charged, keeping a low center of gravity.
The Catalyst smiled. Her training had prepared her well. She used an uncommon judo move known as water under the bridge, waiting until the last second and then going limp. As expected, the Agitator overshot considerably, skidding into one of her nearby friends. She turned around.
"You're the one who wanted to fight," she yelled, "now stop fu(king dodging!"
Kyachril grinned wider. "I think it's funnyy." The Agitator scowled at that, and got a look full of hate in return. She charged again, going for the legs in her best troll lacrosse form. The Catalyst used her momentum to fall over the Agitator, landing on top of her instead of falling backwards. Aarsamir got a face full of grass for her troubles. Kyachril tried to kick her way out of the Agitator's grip, but she only held on tighter. Aarsamir tried to roll over and pin Kyachril. "Oh, alright," the Catalyst muttered under her breath, and let her. "We going to talk now?" she asked, sighing.
"Fine."
The Catalyst began building up a wad of spit in her cheek to spit in the Agitator's face. Aarsamir noticed this, and smacked her across the face to dispel the spit. "Ahaha, isn't that nice." the Catalyst deadpanned.
"Don't fu(king try that with me," Aarsamir spat. "What do you want."
"Oh, I wouldn't dare, oh great master bleh bleh whatever." Kyachril rolled her eyes. "YYou. Whyy did yyou do that?"
"Are you fu(king deaf?" the Agitator asked in mock disbelief. "I to)d you )ike three timers."
"No, no I'm not." The Catalyst jerked her head up, headbutting Aarsamir in the nose. Her head was knocked back and her grip on Kyachril's wrists was loosened by the shock. The Catalyst kneed her in the gut while she was distracted by the shock, allowing her to escape and scramble away. The Agitator fell back, holding her nose. Blood was spurting everywhere.
"Ow ow OW!!!" she yelled.
"Aww," Kyachril said, getting up, "look at all that prettyy blood all over yyour face."
Aarsamir was too distracted by her bleeding nose to respond to that. "Fu(k! I think you broke it!" She prodded it gingerly. "Owwww fu(k!"
"Hmm did I?" she replied sarcastically. "What a suurprise."
The Agitator glared at her and stood up. Kyachril was looking around for impromptu weapons when Aarsamir punched her in the gut, spattering blood from her hand on the Catalyst's white judo uniform. "Owch," Kyachril said, grabbing the Agitator's arm in an effort to send her flying again. However, Aarsamir saw this coming, and swept her legs out from under her with a kick before she could. They fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs as the Agitator's nose started bleeding again. Kyachril punched her in the stomach with her free hand, but the Agitator took it stoically and pinned her down. "Ow."
"Oh, not this siituation again," the Catalyst said sarcastically.
"We)) fu(k you, you started it." Aarsamir's nose was dripping blood onto the Catalyst.
"Ugh..."
"Now, do I need to te)) you again, or are you going to stay away from Atherstad?"
Kyachril rolled her eyes, wrinkling her nose at the blood. "I could care less about that yyellow."
"We)) why did you atta(k him then?"
"He was laughing right along with yyou."
"Yeah, so wars fu(king everyone."
"Also, I figured it would piss yyou off."
"Congratu)ations, you did that. You happy now?"
The Catalyst sighed. "Not reallyy happyy, no, but at least the shock is wearing off. YYou are a despicable fool for messiing with me."
At this the Agitator blushed slightly, but it was invisible under the blood smeared on her face. "Thanks." She spat in the Catalyst's face.
The Catalyst seethed with anger. It was impossible for her to wipe the blood and spittle off of her face since her arms were pinned, so all she could do was glare. "What a horrendouslyy embarrassiing thing to do."
"Oh," the Agitator said sarcastically, ")ike atta(king me out of nowhere warsn't fu(king embararssing?"
"Attacking out of nowhere... I don't think I did that."
"Uh, yeah." Aarsamir smiled sardonically, blood dripping down her face "You know, the part where you pinned me to the fu(king pi(ni( tab)e. You rea))y are dumb."
"I was in front of the fire, onlyy a blind fool wouldn't have seen me." the Catalyst retorted.
"We)) I wars bursy!" the Agitator replied angrily. "You know, bursy hanging out with friends. Maybe that's not a (on(ept you're fami)iar with."
"Yyou could have prevented all this if yyou didn't throw myy staff in the fire."
Aarsamir's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Fu(k, that wars your staff? I thought it wars jurst some wood for the fire."
"Oh, yyes, and yyou show that yyou are blind and stupid once again." The Catalyst knew perfectly well that the Agitator was lying, but riling her up was simply too much fun to resist.
"Bit(h!"
Kyachril sighed. "Are we just going to layy here and talk then?" Not waiting for an answer, she shoved Aarsamir off of her with her arms and legs, getting up quickly and backing off. The Agitator rolled onto her feet, wiping some of the dried blood off of her face with her jersey. The Catalyst acted as if she was gingerly feeling her injuries. Perceiving this as weakness, the Agitator charged once again.
((THEN THIS HAPPENS www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcrThLIYvhw&feature=related ))
The Agitator fell hard on her back, swearing. Kyachril was delighted at how well that worked, and at the impressive way in which Aarsamir was sprawled in the dirt. The Agitator pushed herself up into a sitting position, dazed.
"HA!" the Catalyst crowed. "It takes a true fool to not see that coming. I had myy arm stuck out and everyything."
"Don't... (a)) me a foo)." the Agitator said quietly, holding her head.
"But yyou are a fool," Kyachril said magnanimously, "and it's ok because I forgive yyou for being so incompetent."
"I don't need your FUCKING FORGIVENERSS!" Aarsamir started to get up again.
"Unfortunatelyy for yyou," the Catalyst continued, "I do not forgive yyou for burning myy staff." She ran forward a few steps and kneed the Agitator in the face. An audible CRUNCH was heard from Aarsamir's already-broken nose. Her head snapped backward.
"Haha, nice one retard," the Catalyst said. She believed that she had immobilized her enemy, and so dropped her guard.
In a swift motion the Agitator got up angrily and knocked her over, kneeling on her chest and punching her in the face. She was too blinded by rage to remember to pin her opponent's arms, raining a barrage of blows down on her face. "You BITCH!" she shouted, punctuating her words with punches. "You- ARROGANT- BITCH! Don't- FUCKING- (a))- me- a- retard!"
The Catalyst muttered another curse in the ghostly tongue of Arath.
"Don't fu(king even THINK about it!" Aarsamir yelled. Kyachril felt something crack in her nose.
The Agitator ceased her barrage and grabbed the punch-drunk Catalyst's collar, pulling her face up level with her own. She glared at her with smoldering eyes. "Fu(k you, you pretentiours uptight bit(h," she whispered, and pulled her in for a hate-kiss.
The Catalyst froze. For the briefest of moments she wondered why the Agitator was trying to eat her face. Then she understood. She flailed around a bit, hurting from the still-broken nose. Finally she recovered enough of her senses to punch the Agitator off of her. Aarsamir leaned backwards, absorbing the blow and keeping her hold on the Catalyst's collar. Aarsamir wiped her face off with her free hand.
"Well wasn't that interesting." Kyachril quipped. "Ok. Now I'm suurprised. Congrats, yyou caught the better of me." She grabbed Aarsamir's free hand and bent it backwards at the wrist.
"Ow ow ow!" the Agitator said, grimacing. Kyachril leaned forward and snogged her briefly. Aarsamir grinned.
"Now get out of myy face and go awayy, seriouslyy." the Catalyst demanded.
"Fine, bit(h." The Agitator pulled her in for one last kiss, then got up. She flipped Kyachril off, still grinning, and walked away. Her friends followed, chuckling and slapping her on the back in congratulations.
Kyachril was tired and confused. She was happy to finally know why the Agitator kept picking on her. She only wished that it hadn't required the demise of her beloved staff. That, and so many confusing feelings. She fell back on the ground for a minute before getting up and leaving, shedding a few tears that had nothing to do with her broken nose and everything to do with her favorite sparring staff.
Nearby the Agitator was standing with a large group of friends, shoving each other around and laughing loudly. Most were slightly drunk and clutched beverages in their hands, spilling them whenever they jostled. Many of them were wearing their troll lacrosse jerseys to mark them as the heroes of this event. Aarsamir wore a jacket over hers, sensitive to the cold. Soon one of her friends noticed the Catalyst sitting alone and laughed, jabbing the Agitator in the ribs pointedly. Aarsamir laughed it off, but kept a close eye on her. When she got up to get a drink Aarsamir motioned to a few of her friends to follow, and told the others to keep a sharp lookout. Nonchalantly they slipped over to the picnic table and surrounded the staff, whisking it away with nobody the wiser.
The Catalyst finished paying for her water and turned back to her spot, pushing through the crowd of people. The Agitator and her friends attempted to repress their laughter, but most of them were too drunk to do so properly. Kyachril reached her spot and looked around for her staff, confused. Had she returned to the wrong table? The laughter was getting louder now. The Agitator furtively looked over her shoulder and made accidental eye contact with the Catalyst, whipping her head back around in the least suspicious manner possible (which wasn’t much). Her friend group began shuffling closer to the fire. The Catalyst resumed looking around for her staff. Had it fallen on the ground?
The Agitator took one more quick look around and tossed the staff into the fire. Sparks flew from the pile of burning wood as her friends cheered loudly. This finally caught the attention of the Catalyst. She ran up to where the cluster of friends was, shoving the Agitator aside in her haste. The cheers abruptly stopped. She looked into the fire, saw her staff, and realized that it was far too late to save it. She turned slowly to the Agitator, smiling sweetly.
"I assuume that was yyou," she said as politely as possible. The group of friends began backing away.
The Agitator was still slightly dazed from being shoved to the ground. "What wars me?"
The Catalyst leapt, tackling the Agitator. "Shit!" Aarsamir yelled before being pinned to the picnic table behind her. Kyachril held one arm down and grabbed her by the throat.
"Whyy did yyou do that?" she asked very nicely, whispering in the Agitator's ear. She got only a gargled noise in response. The Catalyst loosened her grip but bent the Agitator backwards over the table, immobilizing her in an uncomfortable position.
The Agitator gulped in air. "Dunno," she responded flatly. "Thought it would be funny. Guerss what? It wars."
The Catalyst's smile thinned. "Hmm? Funnyy? YYou think that was--" she asked, tightening her hold, "funnyy?"
Another strangled noise escaped Aarsamir's windpipe. She grabbed the hand holding her and tried to pull it off her throat. "Get- off- me-" she managed to articulate.
The Catalyst's arm began to weaken under the onslaught. "Tell me WHYY!" she demanded, pulling her head up to face the Agitator.
"I a)ready TOLD you!" Aarsamir replied, digging her nails into Kyachril's arm. "Aargh!"
The Catalyst swore in the ghostly tongue of Arath, a sound that cannot be properly expressed using this script. Aarsamir was momentarily puzzled. "What the SHIT wars that?!?" she demanded.
Kyachril laughed and released her hold on the Agitator, leaving her rubbing her bruised windpipe and confused. She turned around and caught sight of a yellowblood, one of Aarsamir's main posse. She smiled and attacked, getting him in a headlock. "Whyy, preciselyy, did yyou let her do that?" she asked politely.
"Ow,, wwhat tthe ffuck ddid you attack mme ffor?" he groaned. The Agitator sat bolt upright at this.
"Oh FUCK NO!" she shouted, leaping up and tackling the Catalyst from behind and trying to pull her off of him. However, she was too late to stop Kyachril from hitting one of Athestad's pressure points and paralyzing him.
The Catalyst sighed. "Whyy are yyou so persiistent?" she asked.
"Be(aurse you're fu(king with my moirai), for one thing!" the Agitator replied angrily. She succeeded in pulling the Catalyst off of her friend and stood up. Kyachril did the same.
"I don't care about yyour moirail. I reallyy don't." she replied tiredly.
The Agitator straightened up and shifted her weight. "We)) fu(k. You." She suddenly moved forward, attempting to catch the Catalyst off guard and punch her directly in the cheek.
The Catalyst had been expecting this somewhat. Aarsamir was sort of predictable, really. She let the punch roll off her face and grabbed Aarsamir's arm as it moved by, using her own momentum to send her flying. She went sailing through the air, a look of shock on her face, and landed several feet away. "Mother of FUCK!" she yelled, landing hard.
The Catalyst smiled. "Adorable."
Blood rushed to the Agitator's face. She treated the Catalyst to the most poisonous glare in her arsenal before standing up slowly and deliberately. The Catalyst assumed a defensive judo stance. "Well get on with it," she requested, shifting her weight from leg to leg. "Attack me alreadyy. Oh, can't wait for this." The Agitator took off her jacket and tossed it to one of her friends. At this point her group was standing in a circle around the combatants. Nobody else was paying the brawl any attention. This was a fairly commonplace occurrence at a troll college, after all. Aarsamir cracked her knuckles.
"How cute. Are yyou prepared yyet?" In answer, the Agitator charged, keeping a low center of gravity.
The Catalyst smiled. Her training had prepared her well. She used an uncommon judo move known as water under the bridge, waiting until the last second and then going limp. As expected, the Agitator overshot considerably, skidding into one of her nearby friends. She turned around.
"You're the one who wanted to fight," she yelled, "now stop fu(king dodging!"
Kyachril grinned wider. "I think it's funnyy." The Agitator scowled at that, and got a look full of hate in return. She charged again, going for the legs in her best troll lacrosse form. The Catalyst used her momentum to fall over the Agitator, landing on top of her instead of falling backwards. Aarsamir got a face full of grass for her troubles. Kyachril tried to kick her way out of the Agitator's grip, but she only held on tighter. Aarsamir tried to roll over and pin Kyachril. "Oh, alright," the Catalyst muttered under her breath, and let her. "We going to talk now?" she asked, sighing.
"Fine."
The Catalyst began building up a wad of spit in her cheek to spit in the Agitator's face. Aarsamir noticed this, and smacked her across the face to dispel the spit. "Ahaha, isn't that nice." the Catalyst deadpanned.
"Don't fu(king try that with me," Aarsamir spat. "What do you want."
"Oh, I wouldn't dare, oh great master bleh bleh whatever." Kyachril rolled her eyes. "YYou. Whyy did yyou do that?"
"Are you fu(king deaf?" the Agitator asked in mock disbelief. "I to)d you )ike three timers."
"No, no I'm not." The Catalyst jerked her head up, headbutting Aarsamir in the nose. Her head was knocked back and her grip on Kyachril's wrists was loosened by the shock. The Catalyst kneed her in the gut while she was distracted by the shock, allowing her to escape and scramble away. The Agitator fell back, holding her nose. Blood was spurting everywhere.
"Ow ow OW!!!" she yelled.
"Aww," Kyachril said, getting up, "look at all that prettyy blood all over yyour face."
Aarsamir was too distracted by her bleeding nose to respond to that. "Fu(k! I think you broke it!" She prodded it gingerly. "Owwww fu(k!"
"Hmm did I?" she replied sarcastically. "What a suurprise."
The Agitator glared at her and stood up. Kyachril was looking around for impromptu weapons when Aarsamir punched her in the gut, spattering blood from her hand on the Catalyst's white judo uniform. "Owch," Kyachril said, grabbing the Agitator's arm in an effort to send her flying again. However, Aarsamir saw this coming, and swept her legs out from under her with a kick before she could. They fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs as the Agitator's nose started bleeding again. Kyachril punched her in the stomach with her free hand, but the Agitator took it stoically and pinned her down. "Ow."
"Oh, not this siituation again," the Catalyst said sarcastically.
"We)) fu(k you, you started it." Aarsamir's nose was dripping blood onto the Catalyst.
"Ugh..."
"Now, do I need to te)) you again, or are you going to stay away from Atherstad?"
Kyachril rolled her eyes, wrinkling her nose at the blood. "I could care less about that yyellow."
"We)) why did you atta(k him then?"
"He was laughing right along with yyou."
"Yeah, so wars fu(king everyone."
"Also, I figured it would piss yyou off."
"Congratu)ations, you did that. You happy now?"
The Catalyst sighed. "Not reallyy happyy, no, but at least the shock is wearing off. YYou are a despicable fool for messiing with me."
At this the Agitator blushed slightly, but it was invisible under the blood smeared on her face. "Thanks." She spat in the Catalyst's face.
The Catalyst seethed with anger. It was impossible for her to wipe the blood and spittle off of her face since her arms were pinned, so all she could do was glare. "What a horrendouslyy embarrassiing thing to do."
"Oh," the Agitator said sarcastically, ")ike atta(king me out of nowhere warsn't fu(king embararssing?"
"Attacking out of nowhere... I don't think I did that."
"Uh, yeah." Aarsamir smiled sardonically, blood dripping down her face "You know, the part where you pinned me to the fu(king pi(ni( tab)e. You rea))y are dumb."
"I was in front of the fire, onlyy a blind fool wouldn't have seen me." the Catalyst retorted.
"We)) I wars bursy!" the Agitator replied angrily. "You know, bursy hanging out with friends. Maybe that's not a (on(ept you're fami)iar with."
"Yyou could have prevented all this if yyou didn't throw myy staff in the fire."
Aarsamir's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Fu(k, that wars your staff? I thought it wars jurst some wood for the fire."
"Oh, yyes, and yyou show that yyou are blind and stupid once again." The Catalyst knew perfectly well that the Agitator was lying, but riling her up was simply too much fun to resist.
"Bit(h!"
Kyachril sighed. "Are we just going to layy here and talk then?" Not waiting for an answer, she shoved Aarsamir off of her with her arms and legs, getting up quickly and backing off. The Agitator rolled onto her feet, wiping some of the dried blood off of her face with her jersey. The Catalyst acted as if she was gingerly feeling her injuries. Perceiving this as weakness, the Agitator charged once again.
((THEN THIS HAPPENS www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcrThLIYvhw&feature=related ))
The Agitator fell hard on her back, swearing. Kyachril was delighted at how well that worked, and at the impressive way in which Aarsamir was sprawled in the dirt. The Agitator pushed herself up into a sitting position, dazed.
"HA!" the Catalyst crowed. "It takes a true fool to not see that coming. I had myy arm stuck out and everyything."
"Don't... (a)) me a foo)." the Agitator said quietly, holding her head.
"But yyou are a fool," Kyachril said magnanimously, "and it's ok because I forgive yyou for being so incompetent."
"I don't need your FUCKING FORGIVENERSS!" Aarsamir started to get up again.
"Unfortunatelyy for yyou," the Catalyst continued, "I do not forgive yyou for burning myy staff." She ran forward a few steps and kneed the Agitator in the face. An audible CRUNCH was heard from Aarsamir's already-broken nose. Her head snapped backward.
"Haha, nice one retard," the Catalyst said. She believed that she had immobilized her enemy, and so dropped her guard.
In a swift motion the Agitator got up angrily and knocked her over, kneeling on her chest and punching her in the face. She was too blinded by rage to remember to pin her opponent's arms, raining a barrage of blows down on her face. "You BITCH!" she shouted, punctuating her words with punches. "You- ARROGANT- BITCH! Don't- FUCKING- (a))- me- a- retard!"
The Catalyst muttered another curse in the ghostly tongue of Arath.
"Don't fu(king even THINK about it!" Aarsamir yelled. Kyachril felt something crack in her nose.
The Agitator ceased her barrage and grabbed the punch-drunk Catalyst's collar, pulling her face up level with her own. She glared at her with smoldering eyes. "Fu(k you, you pretentiours uptight bit(h," she whispered, and pulled her in for a hate-kiss.
The Catalyst froze. For the briefest of moments she wondered why the Agitator was trying to eat her face. Then she understood. She flailed around a bit, hurting from the still-broken nose. Finally she recovered enough of her senses to punch the Agitator off of her. Aarsamir leaned backwards, absorbing the blow and keeping her hold on the Catalyst's collar. Aarsamir wiped her face off with her free hand.
"Well wasn't that interesting." Kyachril quipped. "Ok. Now I'm suurprised. Congrats, yyou caught the better of me." She grabbed Aarsamir's free hand and bent it backwards at the wrist.
"Ow ow ow!" the Agitator said, grimacing. Kyachril leaned forward and snogged her briefly. Aarsamir grinned.
"Now get out of myy face and go awayy, seriouslyy." the Catalyst demanded.
"Fine, bit(h." The Agitator pulled her in for one last kiss, then got up. She flipped Kyachril off, still grinning, and walked away. Her friends followed, chuckling and slapping her on the back in congratulations.
Kyachril was tired and confused. She was happy to finally know why the Agitator kept picking on her. She only wished that it hadn't required the demise of her beloved staff. That, and so many confusing feelings. She fell back on the ground for a minute before getting up and leaving, shedding a few tears that had nothing to do with her broken nose and everything to do with her favorite sparring staff.
