Kissenn turned around and placed a hand over where Bill's fate would hit her head. A loud, meaty slap echoed across the room as Kissenn was thrown back a foot or two by Bill's attack.
The palm of her hand burned bright red, as she analyzed the gravity of the attack. It was a meaty, and heavy slap. "What a problem."
Bill sighed and shrugged. "Anyway, gal, why you hate poor lil' old me? I have done nothing to ya."
Bill winked at Kissenn, who did not grace her question with an answer. "Hey, are you not going to say something? Anything? I am asking why you hold a grudge against me."
"I do not know. I just dislike you." Kissenn retrieved her sword and advanced against Bill, her crimson eyes focused on the silver-haired woman who narrowed her eyes.
'You don't know. What the fuck you mean, woman?' Bill swore in her mind.
