[ as hawke picks up on cinder's metaphor, a slow smile spreads out across her face. she can't help but think if this woman wants to not appear threatening, she's doing a very poor job at it, really. so, she crosses her arms over her chest and gives a hum of thought, as if she's considering cinder's words. her eyes fall to the monster, fingers tapping against her bicep. ]
I do. Yet I haven't met a spider yet who I can't, [ she claps her hands together then, sudden and quick ] squish. Spiders are disgusting but in the end, between the two of us -- we both know who's the predator and who's the prey.
[ she shrugs and returns her hands across her chest, the message clear. if cinder wants to attack her, hawke won't hesitate. she's not ronan, no. she's not ruby either. she's older, and wiser, and far more dangerous for all her glibness. the easiest way to deal with hawke is to just let her do what she'd like, really. ]
[ appearing threatening may have been cinder's initial intention but as this... repartee wears on, cinder isn't necessarily bored nor hesitant to attack hawke at a moment's notice but is deliberating her options. the choice to continue talking only serves to do nothing but further cinder's internal irritation, attack and there's a high chance that cinder's reputation will precede her. not an intelligent play to make when there's a probability that hawke knows those pesky beacon students.
predator or prey. if the answer is obvious then cinder has done a very poor job of masking her overall objectives. she waves her own hand, dismissively. ]
Flattering. But I'm not really here to fight, honestly.
[ purposely echoing hawke's initial sentiments. still. it would be anti-climatic to end it here though so cinder shrugs. points her head to the direction of her beast at which it lunges at hawke. ]
He is, though.
[ and when and if hawke manages to defender herself and slice it half as it reaches her, cinder has already disappeared from her previous spot. hiding somewhere when she can witness the fight but not be detected herself have fun with squishing that, hawke. ]
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I do. Yet I haven't met a spider yet who I can't, [ she claps her hands together then, sudden and quick ] squish. Spiders are disgusting but in the end, between the two of us -- we both know who's the predator and who's the prey.
[ she shrugs and returns her hands across her chest, the message clear. if cinder wants to attack her, hawke won't hesitate. she's not ronan, no. she's not ruby either. she's older, and wiser, and far more dangerous for all her glibness. the easiest way to deal with hawke is to just let her do what she'd like, really. ]
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predator or prey. if the answer is obvious then cinder has done a very poor job of masking her overall objectives. she waves her own hand, dismissively. ]
Flattering. But I'm not really here to fight, honestly.
[ purposely echoing hawke's initial sentiments. still. it would be anti-climatic to end it here though so cinder shrugs. points her head to the direction of her beast at which it lunges at hawke. ]
He is, though.
[ and when and if hawke manages to defender herself and slice it half as it reaches her, cinder has already disappeared from her previous spot. hiding somewhere when she can witness the fight but not be detected herself have fun with squishing that, hawke. ]