"You are a bitch." Kissenn hissed, rubbing her sprained arm, while Gun Bill rubbed her calf, both on the sidelines of the room, watching other people spar.
Her voice was not filled with venom, but annoyance and anger. She still disliked Gun Bill, even if they drew by time out, Kissenn felt it was a loss on her side.
It made her absolutely livid and her chest filled with determination to curb Bill who smiled, the left corner of her lip twitching so hard it entered a state of perpetually smiling for the time being.
She felt the victory was not that satisfactory since she did not make Kissen give up, and it infuriated her to a degree. It should not have been a technical draw, but Bill did not make the rules.
While the bite was a problem, Bill's leg was not hurt, but she could feel pain because of the girl's sharp teeth. It meant she had some pretty sharp teeth or powerful jaw to manage to bite that hard.
