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The fight felt like it had been going on for hours, but in reality, just a very eventful forty minutes. Of course, towards the beginning jabber had dosed Zanka with some random drug she probably made the night before, but with how much they fought at this point, she almost had the same tolerance as her lover.
Zanka tosses Assistaff into the air, ragged breaths escaping her as the metal falls and hits her palm, the base causing a vibration to shake her arm. Jabber stands a bit away from her, in a similar condition. She watches for a brief moment as the other woman's ribs expand.
That moment is cut to only a few seconds when she finishes her move, swinging the Assistaff through the air in the direction of her rival-turned-lover. The other woman feels the air as prongs dig into the wall on either side of her neck, some of the cool wind causing goosebumps to rise up her collar.
"Ya know yer fuckin' discusting." Zanka catches her breath and begins walking towards the pinned woman. "Yer an insolent, stupid, asshole-ish piece of shit who I wish never walked on the same earth I do." Something looks different in Jabber's eyes as the other woman moves to grab her face, but she continues talking regardless. "But ya wanna know what's so bad?" She tilts her head and digs nails into the supple skin of the woman's cheeks. "That yer so pretty here, up against the wall, I could slit yer pretty throat at any moment, and I bet ya'd thank me, beg for more till ya bled out."
Jabber doesn't respond, no dumb quip or remark. Zanka, aware that half of her fun in these games is pissing her off, hell, Zanka wouldn't be shocked if she had a PHD in rage baiting, takes a step back and gives her a questioning look.
"Bet that's what ya tell all yer girlfriends," Jabber mutters, it was meant to be under her breath, but by the way Zanka's face twists from a look of worry to amusement, she thinks she failed.
"What?" Her smile can be heard in her voice.
She scoffs and turns her head to the side aggressively, looking away from Zanka, dreads flopping with the movement. She could escape and leave if she wanted, and that's the only thing keeping Zanka from being truly worried.
"I saw ya earlier. With that little fuckin' red-head, ya were all giggling, and she gave ya a kiss on the cheek, and you blushed. I don't ever see you giggle like that. Ya only laugh when ya win, and that's some sadistic weirdo shit. What the fuck was up with that?" Jabber's face seems to be a failed attempt at nonchalance, jealousy peeking through.
"Ya weren't- let me get this straight, you stalked me, followed my family, are now, ya're actin all pissed off because I- what hung out with my sister?" A smile refuses to leave her face at the pathetic display in front of her, and the woman scoffs again.
"Ya don't act like that with me."
She gawks and laughs. "I don't act like that with your dumb ass cause if I acted how I act with you around them, they'd kill me or disown me in a second! I ain't cheatin on ya, and I wouldn't cause one ya ain't put a damn ringer on my finger yet- but who would I want other than yer dumb, masochistic self? First time I tried to be 'sweet' with ya, ya know what ya did? Fucking tried to claw my face off and hissed at me till I left. First time ya let me clean a wound I gave ya was last fuckin' week! Is this some weird attempt at tellin' me yer ready to.. what not act like a stray cat anymore?"
Jabber grumbles and ignores the pink that begins to fill her face. "I ain't no damn stray cat."
“Yeah, what's next, ya ain't a masochist?”
Jabber frees Assitaff from the wall, the instrument deactivating as she does, and shakes her head, the instrument in one hand and the other resting on her hip.
Zanka is suprised for not feeling upset at the motion. Lovely seems safe in her grasp for some reason.
"So what if I do?"
"If ya are doin' what?" Zanka pries with a smirk, feeling oddly confident in the speck of emotional vulnerability she was given, and jabber tosses Assitaff at her, starting to walk away dramatically.
She watches, glancing over the woman's tattered and bloody clothes for a moment before laughing.
"Come on back here, Jabbs, ain't nothin' wrong with havin' me help ya out with yer wounds. Remember how much I fought ya on that while back? If I'm causing ya damage, I don't want ya dying! Need ya to last till I can finally put ya in the damn ground."
"Bet ya'd like that, huh?" Jabber turns from the door and back at her.
Zanka smiles as the atmosphere shifts from tense to calmer. "What, not wantin' to wait till next time, thought kitty was all done for today?"
A familiar purple glow envelops Mankira, and Jabber shakes her shoulders out. "Feeling up for round two?"
Zanka spins the deactivated Assistaff in her hands and reactivates it, glowing blue eyes meeting the other woman's. "Do I get to patch ya up after?"
Jabber scoffs, "If ya can even lay a scratch on me."
She grins, letting herself fall into the same dance they always do. "Is that a challenge?"
"It's an incentive, pretty girl," Jabber smirks at her, clashing the claws against Assistaff.
“Flattery will get ya everywhere,” She allows herself to giggle as she makes a calculated move back, using the head of the Assistaff to knock jabber on her ass.
Jabber grins up at her, “I don't think there's anywhere new I could go.”
“Well, there's only one way to find out, huh?”
Jabber's eyes brighten for a moment, and she boosts herself back up on her claws.
“Game on.”