[ She would narrow her eyes; clearly, the bomb was supposed to have killed her. She feels the strangest sensation. Anger, but raw. Unadulterated. As though he had truly wronged her, but not in the obvious sense of the word.
Regardless, that burning fury was most definitely fuelling her ability to walk up to him without falling, although she did stumble once. As soon as she would get close enough, she would grab at that dumb orange tie, wanting to give him a verbal and physical lashing he would never forget.
It was so much more powerful than the usual anger. She felt it pumping adrenaline through her veins; her logic would have told her not to approach when he could lash out, but she couldn't care less. ]
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Regardless, that burning fury was most definitely fuelling her ability to walk up to him without falling, although she did stumble once. As soon as she would get close enough, she would grab at that dumb orange tie, wanting to give him a verbal and physical lashing he would never forget.
It was so much more powerful than the usual anger. She felt it pumping adrenaline through her veins; her logic would have told her not to approach when he could lash out, but she couldn't care less. ]
You STUPID MORON!