Her initial reaction is the depression that's been haunting her for weeks despite her best efforts to shake it - what does happen... and does it matter?
Then the words strike something, deep in her core, and in her moment she's on her feet, every light in the place ablaze, and a snarl in her voice. Possibly not her best tactical choice, but not at her best at tactics when shoved into a corner. "Am I supposed to be a good little mage, sit in a corner, fold my hands and wait, peaceful and calm? While such a creature as that talks about having a taste for hunting the humans I've been protecting so long? I am a fighter, Olga. You know that."
She catches her breath, hissing as the wounds along her jaw pull open again.
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Date: 2011-03-09 05:32 am (UTC)Then the words strike something, deep in her core, and in her moment she's on her feet, every light in the place ablaze, and a snarl in her voice. Possibly not her best tactical choice, but not at her best at tactics when shoved into a corner.
"Am I supposed to be a good little mage, sit in a corner, fold my hands and wait, peaceful and calm? While such a creature as that talks about having a taste for hunting the humans I've been protecting so long? I am a fighter, Olga. You know that."
She catches her breath, hissing as the wounds along her jaw pull open again.
"You watched it happen."