Day 11: Psych 101
Prompts Used: Struggling, Defiance
Warnings: Minor Blood/Violence
Characters: Ar'eonis'terrinxx (Grand Champion - Chiss), Unnamed Background Characters
Hair a mess as loose strands hung in her face, nose bloody, hands tied behind her back (and boy was it uncomfortable with her armor not meant for that position). Still, Terrin scowled at her captors, snarled, even tried to sink her teeth into one of their hands when it found her chin to force her to look up.
"Needed ten of ya and a fire-proof net just to get me cornered and pinned," she sneered. "Real impressive. Go fight a monkey-lizard next time—maybe you could actually solo one of 'em."
They were bounty hunters, and to hell if she knew what they were after her for.
…Mostly because there were a lot of things she'd done to tick off the wrong people and there were probably dozens who wanted her head for one reason or another, but hey. A job's a job.
The group was clearly new at hunting. One of them even flinched when her glare shifted to him. The only reason they'd taken her down was the damn net catching her jetpack had made her crash right at their feet. They didn't even have a carbonite freezer or proper bindings for her wrists: She could already feel it fraying as she struggled and it rubbed at the rough edges of her armor.
"How's that one I set on fire doin' anyway? He sure screamed. Hah!"
"Shut up."
A fist cracked against her jaw before she'd even seen the leader step forward. Oh, that was a good one. It would definitely leave a bruise.
Terrin grinned anyway, lifted her head to stare the leader straight in the eyes. They were face-to-face now. She could taste blood on her tongue; the punch had made her bite her own lip open.
Then, she spit.