thump.
thump.
CRACKBOOMRATTLE “FUCK!!”
She rattled off the bench and table she’d been draped over, bounced off the floor, swore (because godsdammit she’d fallen asleep in her plate AGAIN, well, drunkenly fallen asleep) and then crashed in a pile against a chair as the screams and the crashing and the rattling of pint mugs tumbled about her.
“GODSDAMMIT CAN’T A GIRL DRINK AND SLEEP IN PEACE?!”
A bundle of pink haired fury erupted from the barroom, un-helmed, sword in hand. Stared. Demons. DEMONS. Here. Kharanos. DEMONS.
She rubbed her forehead with the hilt of her sword for a moment, blinking. Godsdammit, these dwarfs and their whiskey. Could it…no, wait, she’d gotten blind drunk before and would be again, but even this was a bit strong for a stupurous drunken vision.
CRASH.
She jumped, leaping almost straight up with a speed and height surprising for a gnome. Stared again. A human soldier. Stormwind’s shield. Reinforcements. By the bloody Light, this was real, and…ow, ow OW. So was this hangover. Oh, gods help them. Demons. That’s what the stink was. She hadn’t spent much time as a paladin. Never made it out of training. But to this day she carried an itch in her nose whenever the fel was around. Godsdamn warlocks made her sneeze. And now her head hurt. And her stomach twisted. And…
Sheer terror propelled her upwards, up in a leap that she caught a tree branch and swung herself higher and OH GODS BLEEDIN’ DEMONS! And anger pushed her further.
“I WAS HAVING A GOOD TIME.” She screamed from the tree top. “IT’S CALLED DRINKING. YOU BASTARDS.” In her rage, in her fury, she raised her sword, almost oversized, overhead, tripped on a branch, lost her balance, and then accepted her situation, turning her fall into a screaming bundle of gnomish fury with extra salt.
Wait. Look. Halfway in her fury, she noted a group of soldiers, one warrior… time slowed down, but still she screamed, slight course adjustment…
The demon looked almost comically surprised as one raised arm, poised to fell the fiersome warrior before him, came clean off, and stunned a moment later when a ball of frothing gnome and plate and blades impacted his skull a moment later.
“I WAS DRINKING!!! I’M HUNGOVER! I. DON’T. NEED. THIS. SHIT!”
She fell a moment later, covered in fel grime, and scowled fiercely up at Jarrick, eyes still wild. “STAY OUTTA MY WAY, BIGGUN!”
And leapt back into the fray.
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