Beatrid was panting hard and staring at the place where the giant had once stood, her hands trembling slightly around the pistols. Oh...fuck. Had she really just done that? The guy was dead, there was no mistake about it...shot through both eyes, a feat doubted she would have been able to pull off if she didn't have the aid of the drugs. Her aim was good, but it wasn't that good, but...shit. She hadn't meant to kill him. She hadn't wanted to actually kill anyone here, only incapacitate. That had been pure reflex.
She'd just killed someone in an illegal fighting ring.
Her mind quickly worked to justify it, though; he was a criminal, and from the bloodstains on his club, he'd killed or at least brutally injured quite a few people here. He'd been about to kill her.
Yeah...it was justified. This mission was justified, too. She had to get inside the ring to see what was really happening for herself. Yeah...
When Kuro landed in front of her, that snapped her out of her shocked reverie and with a jerk she pointed both pistols at him, just a finger-pull away from firing a shot at him. But then her eyes focused and she recognized him, and she quickly loosened her grip, lowered her arms, and rolled her shoulders to ease some of the tension out of them. Shit. As helpful as this drug was, it was dangerous; the jumpy reflexes...she could have done without those. She didn't want to end up accidentally shooting a partner just because they tapped her on the shoulder unexpectedly.
Watching Kuro pull the blade from the man's chest as she caught her bearings and let the adrenaline recede, she grimaced when he sheathed the sword--without cleaning it first. Eugh. That...was pretty nasty. The metal would get all gross, the sheath would be filthy...jeez, he could have wiped it off on the dead guy's shirt at least. But Beatrid said nothing, only took another deep breath, twirled her pistols, and shoved them both back into the holsters at her belt. Well. Alright. Now she knew what to expect from these battles. Literally anything went, including death. Alright then.
She'd be ready next time. No need to feel guilty about this. They were all bloodthirsty criminals.
Not even sparing the giant another look, still working on cleansing her conscience, she headed out of the collosseum and back toward the waiting room, number thirteen. And with every step she took, the shakiness began to wear off, the horror at what she'd done began to vanish, as a new realization dawned.
Kuro hadn't interferred for once. He hadn't tried to "save" her. She'd brought that giant down, <I>she been the one to deliver the finishing blow, and damn if she hadn't done a good job of it, either! How many people could pull off a shot like that? Heh! Not many, she sure hadn't heard of it being done before! And who cared if she'd killed the guy? He was scum. What difference was there between killing scum in the line of "official" duty and taking someone out on her own? He was still a criminal, with or without the official orders. If the higher ups knew about this place, they would have just given her the orders anyway.
By the time she'd reached the room and pulled the door open, she was grinning a little, her back straighter and head higher. With a smile at Kuro, she crossed the room and threw herself onto one of the sofas, stretching out across it and propping her booted feet up against one of the arms.
"Well that was fun, I'll admit," she commented conversationally, folding her arms under her head and leaning back against the sofa's other arm, crossing her legs at the ankle. "Heh! And whatcha think of that shot? Not many can pull that! See, Kuro? Toldja I'm a big girl. Well. Little bitch with a big shot, rather," she boasted cheerily.
Yeah. She'd shown him.
