Date: 2009-03-31 04:31 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (angry)
Oh this was so not the scene she envisioned when she left the flat this morning.

She watches him move like quicksilver, liquid and powerful, and all the things she had planned for this morning just evaporate. There is a sickening crunch and she doesn't have a chance to watch any more when she sees a brace of tartans trying to take a chunk out of her calf muscle. One goes flying with sharp kick.

She picks up the unopened wine bottle and swings it at the remaining rabbit, hard enough to send the bastard flying. "Just once," she growls. "Just once I'd like a picnic to come off without --" Another swing and another rabbit goes hurtling through the air, arse over teakettle, "having to fight my way out!"
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