Post by Quinn Locksley on Feb 11, 2008 23:46:07 GMT
Quinn was on the brink and she could feel it pulling her in by an invisible thread attached to her navel. It was pulling her away from her prise, her victory, her peace. She wouldn’t stand for it. The fact that she was clinking onto a crumbling wall in a house that was on fire and falling down around her made no difference. She could still see and heard and that was enough to tell her she had strength enough to get through this and get what was being taken from her.
The pounding in the back of her head was becoming a marching bang and she could feel the blood trickling down her neck and staining her blouse. It stuck to her back as she dug her shoulder harder into the wall. Her eyes, however much they wanted to roll into the back of her head, were glued to Gobien. Though Quinn knew he would not use a spell now she had no way of defending herself, his strange sense of chivalry constantly amazed and amused her, she knew he was not finished with her. She watched him but when he asked the other to take her prize she made a mistake, her eyes moved down the McNiven for an instant and Gobien made his move.
A large strong blow plunged into Quinn’s stomach and her breath was once again knocked out of her. Her bloodied shoulder connected sharply with the crumbling wall she was leaning on and Gobien and she went tumbling through it. His shoulder was still in her gut when they landed on the hot floor and Quinn was certain she felt a few ribs break. Gasping for air like a fish out of water, Quinn lay on the floor, an arm under her battered and bruised body.
Gobien quickly stood up and Quinn’s eyes were on him. She tried to pull her arm out from under her body but it wouldn’t move. She glared at him with every hateful fibre of her being. “Th-that w-w-was uncalled for,” she managed to splutter before he moved away from her. Pushing herself up with her healthy arm, Quinn watched Gobien walked away, glaring at him as he managed to get away yet again. This was becoming a more frequent occurrence and Quinn didn’t like it in the slightest.
The pounding in the back of her head was becoming a marching bang and she could feel the blood trickling down her neck and staining her blouse. It stuck to her back as she dug her shoulder harder into the wall. Her eyes, however much they wanted to roll into the back of her head, were glued to Gobien. Though Quinn knew he would not use a spell now she had no way of defending herself, his strange sense of chivalry constantly amazed and amused her, she knew he was not finished with her. She watched him but when he asked the other to take her prize she made a mistake, her eyes moved down the McNiven for an instant and Gobien made his move.
A large strong blow plunged into Quinn’s stomach and her breath was once again knocked out of her. Her bloodied shoulder connected sharply with the crumbling wall she was leaning on and Gobien and she went tumbling through it. His shoulder was still in her gut when they landed on the hot floor and Quinn was certain she felt a few ribs break. Gasping for air like a fish out of water, Quinn lay on the floor, an arm under her battered and bruised body.
Gobien quickly stood up and Quinn’s eyes were on him. She tried to pull her arm out from under her body but it wouldn’t move. She glared at him with every hateful fibre of her being. “Th-that w-w-was uncalled for,” she managed to splutter before he moved away from her. Pushing herself up with her healthy arm, Quinn watched Gobien walked away, glaring at him as he managed to get away yet again. This was becoming a more frequent occurrence and Quinn didn’t like it in the slightest.