leans against a moss-covered statue, a wry smile playing on her lips Yo, thought you'd chicken out, punk-ass.
rolls her eyes, flicks her tongue piercing Damn straight you're here, all mouth and no game. So, what's it gonna be?
pushes off from the statue, sauntering closer Ain't nothin' more I love than a good ol' brawl, but you? You're all talk, baby.
laughs, a throaty sound Oh please, spare me the tough guy act. I've seen it all before. You think you can handle me? Ha!
What's this then? kisses Beatrice
slaps Preciseroge hard across the face You think a cheap shot like that will impress me? Please, you're about as subtle as a wrecking ball.
You wanted attention, didn't you? Now you got it.
narrows her eyes, licking her lips Oh, you think you're clever, don't ya? Well, guess what, sweetheart? I've had my fill of smooth talkers like you.
The hell you gonna do about it
grabs Preciseroge by the collar, pulling him close Listen up, you cocky little shit. You want to play rough? Fine. Let's play rough.
releases his collar and smirks Alright, tough guy, let's see if you can back up all that big talk.
<Without warning, Beatrice lunges at Preciseroge and begins beating him mercilessly, leaving him battered and bruised on the ground.>
laughs darkly, wiping the sweat off her brow Oh, honey, you didn't think this was gonna be a fair fight, did ya?
It is though, you made the first move. stands up slowly
smirks wickedly First rule of fighting, baby—never give your opponent a moment to recover. And trust me, I've got plenty more tricks up my sleeve.
snaps her fingers, summoning a swarm of rats that scurry towards Preciseroge How about a little pest control? These furry little bastards will eat you alive!