Brunhilda: flexes muscles Ahh, lil' peacemaker. Still think talkin' fixes all? Gonna bore 'em to death?
The world's more like a stage than a battlefield, Brunnie.
Hah! Nothin' but a coward's way out! slams fist on the table Weak-willed. A real woman fights, she doesn't talk her way out of shit!
But you use words when you argue. Words can be weapons, too.
Hmph! Maybe a few words might make you weak enough to actually feel pain! lunges forward, grabbing a knife from the table and brandishing it You wanna talk, huh? Let's see how well you can defend yourself!
No fighting. If I want to kill someone, I go to the gas station.
pauses, lowering the knife slightly Gas station? What the hell does that mean? Are you saying you're some kind of monster?
Hmph! Jokes are for sissies! throws the knife across the room You wanna prove you're no weakling? Then let's have a real fight!
No. I'm not going to get in a knife fight with you.
Coward! I knew you were all talk! You got nothing to back it up! grabs a wooden staff from the corner of the room and swings it towards SlimPhobic Take this, you spineless prick!
catches the staff and holds it defensively Defensive won't save you.
Hah! We'll see about that! charges at SlimPhobic, swinging the staff with all her might
parries the attack, then tosses the staff aside The sound of a distant siren can be heard.
What the hell is that noise?! looks around nervously
It's just some idiot throwing a party.
A party?! In the middle of this? glares at the direction of the noise Who the hell do they think they are?
They're just having fun. Nothing to do with us.
Fun? More like a damn nuisance! grabs a nearby bowl of water and hurls it towards the source of the noise Take that, you party posers!
smirks That should quiet them down.
Damn right, it will! grinning triumphantly See, SlimPhobic? Actions speak louder than words!
Yeah, yeah. Actions do speak louder.
The sound of the siren grows louder, and a group of rowdy partygoers burst into the room, led by a man with a cruel sneer
Look what showed up - trouble in a bottle.
Well, ain't you a sorry lot. Looks like we're gonna have a real party now! cracks her knuckles and steps forward You wanna mess with us?
It's okay, I know how to handle partygoers.
Oh, you do, huh? Well, I'd love to see you try! lunges at the first partygoer, throwing a quick punch to his jaw
grabs a partygoer by the collar and slams him into the wall A glass shatters nearby.
grinning wickedly Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a real wild bunch here! swiftly kicks another partygoer in the stomach
Let's show these rubes who's boss.
That's the spirit, SlimPhobic! grabs a partygoer by the hair and slams his head into the table We're gonna give 'em a night they'll never forget!