PROSE MODE.
Skipper lugged herself forward, throwing a resounding open palm strike at Aiden, whose tongue was literally down the throat of some shameless side chick.
Her hits were always a solid ten.
Calm, cool and merciless.
The force she'd used was enough to knock him off balance and make him back up a bit. His hand flew to his face, pressing on the lip that was bleeding. He'd barely seen it coming, it was fast and precise and incurring slow damage evenly around his face.
"S-Skipper?"
She summoned Bosco and his boys at once, they materialized to her left.
"Aiden!"
The skinny lady who'd seduced the werewolf into the alley for a quick lip session rushed to him on the floor. His face swiftly drank in a magenta hue.
She snapped her head back to the heavily pierced brunette with chartreuse and viridian highlights. She glared at Skipper so intensely, it could probably have melted her.
"Hey, what's your problem bitch?"
