"Please! Please don't! I didn't mean it, I-"
"Oh, shut up."
Rose glared down at the pathetic man before her, her glaive's tip scratching a thin line into his neck. She was pissed. This man had been a Class C bounty, barely worth her time, and yet she had to chase him all the way from Scara Brae, across Corone, until she'd finally caught up with him here in Underwood, only to find him sniveling like the piece of shit he was.
And it was raining.
She could almost kill him just for that. Her hair felt like wet tentacles against her face and she was just sure that her armor would rust. But the bounty was larger if she brought him in alive, so she held off. But it was tempting. "I'm really jumpy right now, and I'd hate it if this blade of mine went right through your neck. I mean, oh gosh, wouldn't my face be red. I think I'd just die of embarrassment." Rose snarled, sarcasm dripping from her words. "So shut up."
He did, eyes wide as her looked at her. She wondered momentarily what he was looking at before realizing he was staring at her eyes. Of course. A bright, glowing green surrounded by a void of black, why wouldn't he be staring at them. It just pissed her off more. But at least he'd shut up, like she'd told him. "Good." She continued, but left the glaive there. "Now, I'll give you two options. The first is you can come with me to the station peacefully and quietly, where I'll hand you to some nice men who'll put you away for your crimes. You'll be locked up, yes, but you'll be alive."
She leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. "Or, you can try and resist. I really don't care what crimes you committed, or what you plan on doing after jail time. I'll cut you down all the same." She bared her teeth, showing off her fangs. "So what do you say. You going to resist?"
Eyes wide, the man shook his head.
"Good." She leaned back and turned around, removing the glaive from his throat. "Now, come with m-" That was all she got out before she heard him leap at her.
With a small sigh, Rose lifted her glaive without looking, and there was a slight tremor as the criminal impaled himself on it. "Gah...gah..." Was all he managed to get out before he dropped to the ground with a thud. She studied his prone body for a couple of moments before cutting his head off with unnecessary violence and grabbing it, heading off into the street while grinding her teeth.
And it was still raining, dammit.