An undercurrent of something… something incredible. Jinx is alight with energy, something brilliant and something terrible. In these moments she’s strong, stronger than usual-- stronger than she could imagine. There was nothing that the anarchist could do that would slow her, or would hold her back. Pure energy.
A scream. It’s a shot to her system, and Jinx’s head tossed and swung. The source of it-- the silvery woman. She was fast, but so was the anarchist. Brilliant, burning and bright, as the woman came closer. Moving with a brilliance, Jinx swung, and her call is sharp in response. Quick steps and a tossing head. The mare, however, doesn’t run or flee. As the stranger reached out, Jinx did in turn. An eye for an eye. It only made sense, though Jinx had no idea if she’d make contact or not. She can feel the impact of teeth on her shoulder.
And shoulder into her ribs. In her mind, this was some sort of (maybe a bit fucked) game. Nothing was ever particularly serious to Jinx. The stranger shoved, and she shoved back. Her head was tossing, and she was burning-- near burning alive. Everything was fast, and Jinx could hear the blood rushing in her ears. She stuck close to the silvered mare, lashing out with her teeth once more. It’s disorganized, manic. Jinx was positively manic.
“WHO?” Honestly, it was a shout. It was a yell, it was a shriek. The voice from within her chest was far too loud for their close quarters. Jinx needed to know. This was all a game to her. Life was a game. She pressed forward into the stranger, resistance, energy. Jinx was burning.
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