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[crossestheline]

Hey Admiral, while you're scraping the bottom barrel of hell for inmates, why not grab Attila the Hun while you're at it?

Fuck this place. Even Arkham does a better job.

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[crossestheline]

[Cracks his knuckles, rotating his shoulders.]

You'd be tense too if the sick son of a bitch who shot your friend when she was a kid was on this ship, too.

[silvestris]

I would be. I'd want to just...lay into him.

[And without any warning at all she elbows him in the face, hard as she can.]

[crossestheline]

[Jasons nerves are already on edge because of how tense and angry he is. Jerks his head to the side, not avoiding the blow all together, but enough to lessen the impact of it.

Instantly spins around, sending a swift kick towards her lower back.]

[silvestris]

[She manages to punch his leg, so it at least doesn't hit her back--she's had a bruised spine courtesy of Batman before, it's not fun. But he still hits her hip and knocks her back a ways.

So she grabs the whip and cracks it at him, not at all afraid to cut him with it.]

[crossestheline]

[Jason raises his arms to shield his body, but the whip still lashes into his arms, leaving a few bruises and a laceration that he knows he'll feel later.

Quickly closes the distance between the two of them so she'll have a difficult time using her whip. Makes an attempt to disarm her by trying to latch onto her wrist and jabbing his thumb into one of her pressure points.]

[silvestris]

[She yowls and drops the whip, and lashes out at his chest with her other hand, and those three needles sewn into the glove. She'd have gone for the face, but she's pretty sure Jason would either have hurt her worse, or Bruce would have killed her if she had landed the blow.]

You're better than the Big Bat's been.