[The Tower would make the ideal setting for a black romance, given that even the restriction on killing your kismesis wouldn't really come into play. But that day? Feferi's interests were elsewhere, and while the flattery might have been attractive at another time, right now, she had an assassin to kill.
She hadn't entirely broken the one arm, and she knew it, but with the muscle damage she'd done, she suspected it was disabled. Still, best not to leave any doubt, and when she stepped forward, she planted one foot hard right on top of the bones in Chloe's wrist. As the metacarpals snapped with that satisfying crunch, the Empress grinned, all too sharklike.
It wasn't before that knife sliced at her arm, though. It was a downward cut, and it would bleed out quite a lot, but all she did was laugh.]
But you aren't, today.
[Another laugh, and that trident is pulled from Chloe's arm to just ghost over her skin before skewering her through the right shoulder.]
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She hadn't entirely broken the one arm, and she knew it, but with the muscle damage she'd done, she suspected it was disabled. Still, best not to leave any doubt, and when she stepped forward, she planted one foot hard right on top of the bones in Chloe's wrist. As the metacarpals snapped with that satisfying crunch, the Empress grinned, all too sharklike.
It wasn't before that knife sliced at her arm, though. It was a downward cut, and it would bleed out quite a lot, but all she did was laugh.]
But you aren't, today.
[Another laugh, and that trident is pulled from Chloe's arm to just ghost over her skin before skewering her through the right shoulder.]