Post by Annabelle Hope Evans on Dec 20, 2015 4:25:59 GMT -5
Annabelle glared at the queen with a spiteful frown upon her lips, she pushed herself off the ground facing the queen. Her hands quickly dusting the dirt from her pants and wiping her hair from her face, the wind had suddenly picked up and the fire that engulfed the church shot to the air with a bright explosion. Anyone still trapped inside was surely gone by then, but she had a strong suspicion all of the people inside then stood cowering in fear from the queen and her dark forces. Her eyes grew harsh as the queen spoke, never once interrupting her taunting voice but rather standing casually folding her arms across her chest and softly kicking the small stones away from her with the tip of her boot.
"Do you ever get tired of your own voice?" Annabelle asked snidely pointing an accusing finger towards the queen, no longer in the mood for silly games "Yes the boy worked, I might be a thief but I'm not a killer, especially when they've done nothing to harm me. And yes, I'm an orphan, good guess by the way" her feet quickly stalked around the queen speaking as if the dozen guards around them meant no threat at all "but you know what I do better than 'create my own pain'?" her tone taunting and dangerous "whatever the hell that means" she shook her head with a glare "causing yours" her fist reeled back before viciously making contact with the queen's nose.
"and with all due respect" she bent down slightly to meet the queen's gaze "screw you your highness" an annoyed chuckle slipped past her lips before they curled into a satisfied smirk "you don't know anything about me, 'cause if you did you'd know I never back out of a fight" she held the dagger's tip towards the queen's throat looking threateningly at the enclosing guards.
"Step closer gentleman, you'll be serving a corpse" though she had a huge suspicion the queen's magic wouldn't allow for such an easy defeat and truth be told the didn't intent on killing the queen. Not so soon anyway.
"Do you ever get tired of your own voice?" Annabelle asked snidely pointing an accusing finger towards the queen, no longer in the mood for silly games "Yes the boy worked, I might be a thief but I'm not a killer, especially when they've done nothing to harm me. And yes, I'm an orphan, good guess by the way" her feet quickly stalked around the queen speaking as if the dozen guards around them meant no threat at all "but you know what I do better than 'create my own pain'?" her tone taunting and dangerous "whatever the hell that means" she shook her head with a glare "causing yours" her fist reeled back before viciously making contact with the queen's nose.
"and with all due respect" she bent down slightly to meet the queen's gaze "screw you your highness" an annoyed chuckle slipped past her lips before they curled into a satisfied smirk "you don't know anything about me, 'cause if you did you'd know I never back out of a fight" she held the dagger's tip towards the queen's throat looking threateningly at the enclosing guards.
"Step closer gentleman, you'll be serving a corpse" though she had a huge suspicion the queen's magic wouldn't allow for such an easy defeat and truth be told the didn't intent on killing the queen. Not so soon anyway.