Her eyes returned to normal as he stood up, still terrified. Before, when she did it, there was no killer intent; now, there was malice, killer intent, and insanity behind her words. She wanted to kill him.
She started to walk away when Joseph drew his sword, Olivia stopped and laughed, "Face me!" He demanded Olivia didn't like his demands; who was he to command the Great Olivia?
She turned around her eyes glowing red, with malice and evil. She looked at him with a smile, a crazy, disgusting smile, she drew her sword, "I'll skin you! I'll skin you! Oh!" Joseph approached and swung, she watched as it basically moved in slow motion.
She ducked, weaved, and laughed; she even shut her eyes and felt the sword waft past her. Suddenly, she felt a burning hot sensation in her stomach; Olivia opened her eyes to see the bottom of her shirt on fire.
Oh, it burnt, burnt like hell. She wafted away the flames and looked at him. Olivia was now angry, untamed, and no longer playful with her prey. She was disgusted and ready to kill him.
She charged at Joseph and split him right down the middle, his body split into two parts, and he fell backwards. Joseph was dead and she walked off satisfied, "The hell?!"
Joseph said as he perceived the future, 'She's intent on killing me.' He was terrified but he dodged the downwards slash that killed him in another timeline. Joseph perceived the right and dodged, and uppercut her in response.
Olivia's head jolted back as she tried to impale him through his liver and he parried. Joseph, using his speed, slashed her face, a clear indicator that Joseph could have killed her.
Yet she did not relent; she tried to sweep his feet, and Joseph jumped up; seeing he was in the air, she tried to bisect him horizontally. However, it was blocked again, and he kicked her hand, forcing the sword out of her hand.
She froze. 'What?' She thought as Joseph disarmed her; she had every physical attribute; she was a better swordsman, stronger fighter, faster fighter, had better eyesight, a better perception, so she thought, or better pain tolerance.
"How did you-" Joseph snapped back, "Shut up! You walk around all superior because you are an emo, a sad girl? You respect no one and disrespect everyone; I've had enough; if you pull anything like this, trust me, I won't stop at disarming you."
"Get up; we still have a mission to complete." He said in a commanding tone, despite him being scared that she would just get up and snap his neck; she complied.
She stood up and smiled, she was so far gone, her eyes still gleaming crimson. She got into his face and smiled; oh, she wanted him dead. She smiled in his face, and he stepped back; this repeated again. "What?"
He asked her as she just smiled a wide and crazy one, "You're really lucky. I mean to best me in combat is insane, and you are lucky, considering the fact you ain't some great swordsman."