The jibes and the reference to the hated Lavi did not seem to be having the effect upon Rithrynn that Liaena coveted and strived for. Far from it, no rebuttal was even forthcoming much to her distain as both the elf and draenei looked down at her with wide eyes. “fatass”
Nope. Still nothing as Liaena stared in increasing perplexity. Squinting up at them, they didn’t even appear to be looking at her anymore, instead focusing on something above and over her left shoulder. Liaena frowned as she started to turn. “what is—“ BLAM
Light sparked again in the form of pain in the girl’s brain. It wasn’t so much that she had acquired symmetrical bruising from the incident with the front door earlier, because she had already had those from the incident with the jamjar. It was more that somebody had taken those bruises, along with the ones from faceplant in the snow and Rithrynn's assult, added interest and then stuck her entire brain into a food processor to pour back in again through this hole in the back of her head that someone had created by stabbing it with a fork repeatedly. “Human girl – human girl! Are you all right!?”
“I HATE THIS INN, AND I HATE THESE DOORS! WHY, ON AZEROTH DO YOU NOT STICK THEM ON PROPERLY!?!” “ffuyoodnaghhhnnowww…unngh” came out instead, which was far from what she had planned for. Telling Neema to stop holding her head like that because human spines weren’t supposed to bend like a hairpin seemed like a good idea too, and she wriggled weakly in her grip.
This fight was still going to happen. She wasn’t sure how, but Rithrynn had defiantly engineered that door fall somehow, it had been much, much too convenient to be a happy coincidence. She was going to get up off this floor, find her in that big purple blur and end her. Right now.
She was going to get up off this floor….
off the floor...