ARG. NO. Vie pushed against the wall, throwing herself into Kansas. Kansas not having metal doesn’t matter.
Vie decides to demonstrate, thwacking Kansas upside the head as she passes.
Vie uses a Push against the wall to SLAM into Kansas, knocking him over.
Vie doesn’t bother with a retort, as clearly it is lost on people with poor vocabulary.
Working on it. Had a big lunch and sat in bed with tea and a book to help my headache and now I’m half crocheting and half hanging in here so the day is vastly improved.
Thanks y’all.
“Ok!” Vie grabs her belt, and whips is once, and it unravels into rope.
She then decks Wyver so hard she gets dizzy, and ties her up.
“there. Now, LEAVE ME ALONE.”
Vie catches the fist and twists it, breaking the joint.
Vie draws herself up.
Her voice gets very quiet.
Dangerously quiet.
“If you have any regard for you safety and would like your bloodline to continue, I recommend staying. Where. You. Are.”
She meets everyone’s gazes.
And issues one last warning.
“DON’T.”
Vie blocks and retaliates so hard Wyver falls backward.
“Leave. Me. The. %$@#. ALONE.”
She turns to glare at the room. “Anybody else?”
Vie stares at him. “I… have nothing remotely nice to say to that.”