Thread: Water how we love you so. {BlisteredBlood and Zaila}

Hearing the man ask that she tell him just how she planned on following through with her words was enough of an incentive to summon whatever sliver of power still remained within her and use it against him. The summoning was performed, but the power was kept just below the surface of her skin, ready to be accessed when she wished it to be. If this man -did- know of her abilities then he probably carried a talisman or was equipped with an enchantment that would counteract her power. Pray you never find out. Her tone had turned cold as well, unfeeling and emotionless since she had not even a hint of compassion for this man. As far as she was concerned, he was nothing more than the most vile thing hell itself could spew and land in front of her. He wasn't even fit to be called a man...more a creature of grotesque and disgusting properties. It seemed at first that he didn't react to her ending statement, but before she could react, a hand came flashing from the side and exploded across her cheek which sent her stumbling back into the bed from the impact. Pain spread through the area quickly and the broken blood vessels beneath the skin quickly reddened the offended cheek. A soft whimper escaped her as she raised a hand to press it to the assaulted region, warm skin throbbing beneath the soothing, cool hand. Bastard... was muttered beneath her breath, eyes shooting up and glittering with anger and defiance to his words. There was absolutely no way she would admit defeat to this man and certainly no way she would cow to him. She served one being and one being only and she inwardly prayed the wonderful goddess would save her from this torment and end her suffering while the other half of her consciousness remained trained on the man's actions and whatever it was he was spewing. At his question concerning her comprehension, she simply gritted her teeth and raised herself up into a sitting position, eyes burning into his, jaw tight with consternation despite how close his proximity he now was. Lithe form bent beneath him, palms pushing into the comforter as she scooted back a bit, that defiant gleam still present within her bottomless, obsidian pools. Fingers clenched into fists behind her, concentration going into her limbs where it grabbed that little morsel of power she'd managed to summon about ten minutes before he chose to invade her personal space. It was just enough to show the man merely a hint of what she was capable of. How does your hand feel? would be asked before she enacted the sliver of power, using it to concentrate on the blood vessels in his hand which were twisted and contorted, tightening them to the point of making his fingers open up seemingly all on their own. All the veins would be brooking the surface, engorged with forced blood and throbbing painfully, possibly excruciatingly, as she continued to twist them. Many of your men died by my hand. I never makes threats, only promises. Now...let me ask, who is it that has dominion over who? Oh she was well aware that he still had a perfectly working hand and two legs that were more than capable of dealing a powerful kick or a knee, but she viewed those as secondary concerns since now it was all about showing just how resolute she could be and just who he was dealing with.