The raven haired woman raised her eyebrows challengingly. Her ice blue eyes went flat and cold as winter. "Oh, REALLY."
She stared into the man's impudent face a moment longer before nodding...acceptingly. As though she understood his point of view. She turned to go...
--Suddenly, the mechanic was airborne, turning her hips so that her lower body faced him completely. Twisting her upperbody caused a whip like motion to travel down her spine, adding torque. The last thing the man saw was her leather covered shin hovering in front of his face.
The impact of hitting him sent the man flying and cancelled out enough of Delilah's momentum that she simply landed on the balls of her feet with a sigh and a smirk at the unconscious body lying a few feet away. She turned her head with that same unimpressed look in her eyes as she gazed at the other men and women of the group.
"Any one else have any objections?"
The men and women shook their heads in unison.
"Good," she grunted. "Lets get to work."
Foreshortening is my WORST ENEMY.
Also, it seems as though I forgot to add the scars along her arm and face >.> Will prolly update later.
EDIT: Changed the title to a better one. One of the things I love about my character is her passion. She very much listens to her instincts and makes decisons based on how she's feeling.
Usually in a fight, she's stone cold and stoic. At least at the beginning. But once her blood warms up and she starts enjoying herself, her battle-joy becomes evident. I think its a kinder (read: "less sadistic") than blood-lust. (Though, if I'm being honest, it certainly is that, too.)