"Oh... Oh goodness..." Walker muttered with a shaking hand while staring up at the green woman who towered over her, first literally and now in a figurative sense too. She clenched down on her own teeth before shifting off to the side. There, her metallic serpent - once tall and impressive - laid in quite the stunned fashion, its thick metallic hide being the only reason why it didn't incur more serious injuries. Welp, there went her only chance of dealing with her adversary evenly.
Now that this option was gone, the middle-aged aristocrat really had no choice but to surrender. She had to, lest the fight be dragged down more than needed.
Nevertheless, Walker still seemed quite bitter as she got up to her feet and grunted, "Well, that was supposed to not be more than just some petty cat-fight," just loud enough for the other party to hear. A leer was also delivered, though it shook due to the fact that she was constantly distracted with the dull, almost throbbing pain in her upper arm. She had hit it when tumbling to the floor quite ungracefully, all in some futile attempt to avoid that charge into her abdomen. Holy shit, was that charge executed so quickly. It seemed like the woman's legs were hovering off the ground, while Walker's were stuck.
Fear was one hell of a bitch in that regard, and she knew it a bit too well.
"And..." she continued with a hint of hesitance while waving a hand off to the side, "Let us... End it that way, shall we?" It was at that moment where Walker's stoicism broke, and her frown gave way to a grin. But it was a nervous grin, and certainly one that didn't reach her eyes. The aristocrat laughed while hissing under her teeth at the same time, as she attempted to reach her fainted serpent. Oh, this might be worthless, she assured herself, it is not like I will get remorse in that regard... She glanced off to the side, just a few meters away from her intended destination.
You might as well stop where you are and withdraw that snake.
The woman's voice now rung with desperation as she added, "Please...? You already bested me in this fight. Already defeated my strongest defense, so... There is really nothing to do from there..." In all honesty, though, the only reason why Walker was allowed to utter so much was because the other party was absolutely still. If she used her super speed to advance towards the aristocrat and finish her off... It would be a simplistic task. Just run and get her. How hard could it be?
oh god.... rip Hmmm... here's a follow-up for the fellow.... potential cw for "gore" mention (aka it's not even actual gore but is meant to mimic such) just in case...
The squeaking of the creature's boots signaled its presence long before Walker actually looked over in its direction. She was a bit too aware of the rumors surrounding it, ranging from the relatively mundane to the - admittedly - quite catastrophic. Admittedly, the aristocrat wanted none of it, as she wiped a hand across her face and continued on her way for the most part, because allowing a strange and "potentially dangerous" beast to follow you in the middle of an isolated area is always a smart decision.
At least she eventually looked back over her shoulder, just to see whether the thing that was following her really was the elusive Hmmm.
Wait, big mistake!
Suddenly, the woman was stunned by a piercing cry coming from the creature as it fell backwards onto the floor and started to roll through it. For a moment, Walker was genuinely speechless, her mouth hanging open while it drew in a breath - signified with a sharp inhale - and fell limp. Huh.
"Is... Is everything okay?" she asked with a raised brow before taking a step forward. As far as she was concerned, the beast was still breathing, but... Maybe that was her being a bit too desensitized to death thanks to her mother talking about it so much. Goodness, that was uncomfortable to even think about. She shuddered and glanced off to the side. "I mean no harm, but... You really did surprise me there for a second, even with your boots and noises."
Her question seemed to be answered when Hmmm's muscles started to twitch, causing her to let out a gasp while taking a step back. Spoke too soon, apparently.
Never mind, then... thought the woman with a grimace while biting down on her lip, That is... Sort of unfortunate, if that is the case... Her eyes weren't exactly focused on the confetti streamers the creature was throwing out to simulate entrails, but the flashes of red were definitely enough to make her uncomfortable enough to take more steps back until the aristocrat inched her way out of the scene.
She had no idea what she did, in all frankness, but she sure as hell wasn't going to repeat that anytime soon.