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Sable sucked in a ragged breath as the pressure on her throat eased. The moment her airway opened, she tore the chain from her neck with an impatient snarl, her jaw set so tight her teeth ached.
Her eyes dropped to the sobbing elf beneath her. Blood welling bright as wine around the blade still buried in her shoulder.
Pathetic.
Sable’s hand came down without hurry, splaying flat across Yavanna’s sternum and pinning her in place with effortless strength. The gesture wasn’t violent. It didn’t need to be. It was insulting in its ease.
“You think you can choke me out?” she exhaled, still catching her breath but steady now, anger sharpening every word. A humourless, husky laugh broke from her chest. “Elf, I’ve fought ogres the size of carriages and they didn't manage it either."
She leaned in, close enough that her breath brushed the elf’s cheek, warm and steady, utterly unbothered by the pain she'd 'inflicted.
“You are outmatched,” Sable murmured low in warning. “Outmuscled. And if you try that again, you won’t be conscious long enough to regret it.”
“Now,” Sable hissed. “We’re going to try this without the kicking. Without the grabbing. Without the fucking talking and without you pretending you’re capable of killing me.” Her lips curved in cruel amusement.
“Unless you’d prefer I put you to sleep and drag you the rest of the way. Or, if you're quite fond of pain, there are plenty of other ways in which I can hurt you without killing you.." she said, twisting the blade a fraction.
“Choose. Are you going to behave?"
Her eyes dropped to the sobbing elf beneath her. Blood welling bright as wine around the blade still buried in her shoulder.
Pathetic.
Sable’s hand came down without hurry, splaying flat across Yavanna’s sternum and pinning her in place with effortless strength. The gesture wasn’t violent. It didn’t need to be. It was insulting in its ease.
“You think you can choke me out?” she exhaled, still catching her breath but steady now, anger sharpening every word. A humourless, husky laugh broke from her chest. “Elf, I’ve fought ogres the size of carriages and they didn't manage it either."
She leaned in, close enough that her breath brushed the elf’s cheek, warm and steady, utterly unbothered by the pain she'd 'inflicted.
“You are outmatched,” Sable murmured low in warning. “Outmuscled. And if you try that again, you won’t be conscious long enough to regret it.”
“Now,” Sable hissed. “We’re going to try this without the kicking. Without the grabbing. Without the fucking talking and without you pretending you’re capable of killing me.” Her lips curved in cruel amusement.
“Unless you’d prefer I put you to sleep and drag you the rest of the way. Or, if you're quite fond of pain, there are plenty of other ways in which I can hurt you without killing you.." she said, twisting the blade a fraction.
“Choose. Are you going to behave?"
