Princess was doing it wrong. This was not how this was supposed to go. The concept had sounded so easy, her target so weak. So why were all these stupid complications popping up? Why did she have to wind up getting the fake-princess?
Nakato rolled her eyes as the girl went off acting all high and mighty and resigned herself to being patient. Jackals could take prey twice their size under the right circumstances and the girl would tire, as had been her plan anyway, so she just had to--wait! Her knife! She'd left her own knife behind! Back with her clothes!
Aw, shit. Her clothes. That she took off to shift. And had planned on going back for.
She minded the knife's loss more than her clothes, but she couldn't go back now.
Then she started minded the loss of her clothes once she passed through a small cloud of insects she thought were gnats.
Until they started biting, and in the rudest of places.
Nakato let out a snarling string of curses and, smacking at the things, she ran through the swarm and out the other side and then kept going for another yard to put some space between she and the asshole flies. Still the bites stung and, already a bit red, they would soon turn into some wonderfully itchy bumps. Bloody hells, she'd had enough! Screw patience! She didn't even know what she was being patient for or what the signal was for when to stop being patient and act! Oh, no, actually she did know--that was her sign!
Running through the swarm had put her ahead of the girl, so she turned around to face her and block her path, ready to move to block her if she tried to get around.
"Fuck! Ya did that on purpose!" she growled, and paused to scratch furiously at a bite on her arm. "Haha, funny, but we're done. So turn your ass back around, sweetheart."