"Shit, shit, shit..." the woman hissed while holding her badly lacerated arm, as if she was trying to shield it from the other party. Coughing harshly - and thinking for the moment that it might produce something - Brown continued to curse under her breath as she glared at the lion-humanoid standing before her. Honestly, considering his towering form, the woman was just surprised that she managed to make it out of this brawl alive, though...
At what cost?
She bit down on her lip while steadily sheathing her iron dagger, but not before she growled, "I get your point. I knew that I should not have tried attacking you and your... Crew like that, but... Holy fucking shit..." Her eyes fluttered off to the side while finally lifting her hand away from her arm, if only so that she could move around in a less cumbersome manner. "I think you went a bit too far," groveled Brown as she bit back a pained grimace, "if only because... I am just a woman with a dagger, and you... You have that fucking fruit on your side. Or whatever that means." Way to ignore the existence of your entire team of creatures there, miss.
"It was never a fair fight, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt," the aristocrat grunting while leaning against a nearby wooden post, "Perhaps you were just acting out of self-defense. Besides, I was talking trash, then swung at you first with that dagger." With a harsh laugh that bordered upon a gull's guffaw, she sniffed before running her fingers through her matted, disorganized hair.
"And, besides, I have enough rationality to know when I am defeated. So go mind yourself, hm? Don't batter an innocent to death, especially when they have already relinquished their weapon." And with that, she showed off her empty hands, ignoring the blood that was obviously dripping from one.
It was always clear that Brown was trying to downplay the severity of her injuries, but... As long as she could worm her way out of this little mishap, she'd be fine... Or maybe she was just trying to come up with some famous last words like the melodramatic bitch she was. Who knows! All she knew for sure was that she was bested, and there was really no use succumbing to the arrogance that plagued her late husband - as well as her friend. Oh, and the fact that this wouldn't exactly look good for her, since now, the wolf wasn't an omnipresent, all-powerful creature that existed through fear.
"And no, sir, I will not try taking my weapon out just when you have your back turned. I think I have too many bones broken for that, you know. How about you at least show me the directions to the nearest clinic, to keep this civil? How about that?"
Haha... Civil and Brown... Really funny.
"in this house we have no choice but to fight fight fight to the death" - Brown probably
actual follow-up is below the spoiler as always. :")))
With a pout, Brown flicked the blood off the blade of her dagger while eyeing her... Foe, she supposed.
Now that the adrenaline from the fight started to ebb itself away, the woman was aware that the man she had just fought did resemble the one she had met in the elevator a while back, but... She shrugged. No sympathy would be elicited from her, though - funnily enough - him being a man was the least of her problems. She just... Didn't care, for one reason or another. He picked a fight with her; he lost. That was it. There'd be nothing special from there.
"Lad!?" reiterated the aristocrat with a guffaw while continuing to flick the blood off the dagger and onto the ground. However, her attempt to clean the weapon stopped as soon as a thought surfaced into her mind, It would be better if I could show off that this dagger was put to use... As I deserve it... So, with a giggle, she just spun the weapon casually, not seeming to care about the risk of it slicing through her fingers.
There were better things to deal with anyway.
She hummed before adding, "I have no idea you keep fighting yourself like that. Because a 'lad' is the opposite of what I am." With a flutter of her eyes, she took a step forward as she started to coo to the other party, daintily holding up a hand to her chin as she did so. "Aww, what's wrong? You having an identity crisis over there? So you project yourself onto other people, and try to fight them from there?" Her voice, dripping with saccharine, quickly reverted to its normal self, because - let's face it - it was pretty fucking obnoxious.
"Usually I would commend you for that," grunted the woman, "but this time, I imagine that it backfired. Quite miserably, really!" Brown grunted something under her breath while listening to the man ramble on and on, though she didn't seem that interested. Again, it wasn't because he was a man, funnily enough. It was just because she genuinely didn't give a shit. If he was cocky and faced the consequences, then so be it. Brown didn't care, because it wasn't her responsibility.
The only time she even regarded his words was when she took a look at the rising sun. Huh, she wondered with a raised brow, It really did last the whole night.
But she had dealt with worse things anyway.
"If you say so," she said with a monotonous tone, "Just know I still have no idea who the hell this 'Johnny' is, so you might as well drop the act and stop acting like a total fucking prick." Gee, and it was right there under her nose. She really was oblivious! Or, maybe, this was just her being apathetic again as Brown scoffed and walked off, partially because apathy really did strain at her muscles, and partially because the lingering pain from earlier was starting to be a pain in the ass again. Fun!
Maybe she should try Johnson into the ring every so often just to see how he does.