Stop
. That was what everything around Red was trying to tell her as she charged across the hall. The mysterious voice on the other side of the intercom demanded it under threat of restraint and removal, the group she was heading for demanded it when the fork flew into her weapon, prompting the bench to collapse into metal strips. Even the strips demanded it as they attempted to wind around her limbs like constricting snakes, all of them acting in unison, like they were not just telling her, they were commanding her.
Stop.
Hah... But she just wouldn't be herself if she stopped, would she? The whole situation... It actually seemed reminiscent of the one other fight she'd gotten into outside of the Arena, a while back when her powers had started kicking in. It was happening in the same room, for the same reason in fact, and her reaction was almost exactly the same. Well, save her tearing up the bench. She'd grabbed her lunch tray back then instead, which had proved to be surprisingly effective as a bludgeoning instrument. Until it broke, at least.
Who was it back then who'd grabbed her ass, anyway? Red had totally forgotten their name, or maybe she'd never learned their name, but she didn't know their number either. Oh well, it probably didn't matter.
KRRRRRT
While she pulled her arms away once she realized the bench was falling apart in her grip, some of the metal strips had successfully wrapped themselves around her arms. The redhead could feel them tightening against her skin, trying to restrain her movements, pulling towards the ground like they wanted to pin her... Which they probably did. However, the sad truth was that they simply were not enough.
Her arms flexed against the curve of the metal, pressing her own force back against it just by bending her limbs, while her unrestricted legs carried her onwards at a fast pace. Though she no longer had a weapon in hand, Red didn't look like she had ANY intention of stopping.
I am Inferi.
10-Nov-2015 23:05:45