You might just be receiving a Lappland special treatment, patata. And if you want to get your filthy paws on womens' feet so badly let me give you a tip, the ladies prefer a little more delicacy than that!
[ ah, she loves the smell of heavy body wounds and the sound of crunching bone in the morning. if this even counts as morning. but she has the acute senses of wolves and her ears cock happily in his direction as she lowers her window down fully so 1) he can admire the sound of her metal theme song still blasting from the speakers and 2) she can lean out a little more and admire the sight of car-smashed plant.
all things considered she didn't have the ramp-up to really fatally run him over and as grievous and sociopathic as this shit is, it's still totally nonlethal! he can totally walk it off, whether one leg is gone or not! and she can see his limb transforming... interesting, this guy sure has something up his sleeve, even while crawling at her car like a zombie in some horror movie.
hm, well. she doesn't have a weapon, but she could still... let's say, maybe smash him straight into some pillar or into a wall of the garage.
she revs in readiness to do just that, while her free hand goes to snatch a shard of splintered glass from the window he'd busted. it's not a sword or anything, but at least it's a cutting edge. ]
delicious
[ ah, she loves the smell of heavy body wounds and the sound of crunching bone in the morning. if this even counts as morning. but she has the acute senses of wolves and her ears cock happily in his direction as she lowers her window down fully so 1) he can admire the sound of her metal theme song still blasting from the speakers and 2) she can lean out a little more and admire the sight of car-smashed plant.
all things considered she didn't have the ramp-up to really fatally run him over and as grievous and sociopathic as this shit is, it's still totally nonlethal! he can totally walk it off, whether one leg is gone or not! and she can see his limb transforming... interesting, this guy sure has something up his sleeve, even while crawling at her car like a zombie in some horror movie.
hm, well. she doesn't have a weapon, but she could still... let's say, maybe smash him straight into some pillar or into a wall of the garage.
she revs in readiness to do just that, while her free hand goes to snatch a shard of splintered glass from the window he'd busted. it's not a sword or anything, but at least it's a cutting edge. ]