by Naya on January 24th, 2011, 3:55 am
Naya was moving away from the scene, proud, if she may admit it, at her satisfying slap. Her stance was proud, back straight and strutting as she moved away from the short girl (now with a red hand mark adorning her face - a mark which Naya thought quite suited her. Naya would be happy to provide her with another whenever she needed it).
So it came as some surprise when Naya's shoulder was pulled back, twisting her around and a small clenched fist slammed into her nose. Blood gushed out of it, and Naya was certain she had heard a crack. She shrieked in pain - pain which only instensified as she fell to the floor, the shorter girl straddling her. Two more times did that fist connect with Naya's nose. If it were not broken before, it would most certainly would be now. Her nose was smarting in pain, a physical pain which she had not felt before in her life. It was not something she would be repeating.
The girl once again demanded an apology, and Naya once again refused her the luxury of such an honour. Naya would most certainly not apologise to this girl, no matter how many times she broke her nose for it. Glaring at the girl as she moved away, she struggled into a sitting position, moaning as blood continued to gush out of her nostrils. Clamping a hand under her nose, protecting her mouth from swallowing any of the blood, she continued to glare, refusing to honour the girl with any sort of a reply. Naya began to struggle upwards, grasping a nearby table, helping to push her into a standing position. She swayed, head pounding, but managed to stay upright, glaring at the rude girl.
Before she could continue to shout at the short woman (and possibly lay a punch or two right in that smug face), another woman waltzed up to the angry pair. She, too, was quite short, merely a couple of inches taller than the freaking midget, and hard dark black hair with strands of red and violet in it. Her skin was quite pale, compared to a lot of the Vantha. Her appearance was striking, and Naya paused for a moment to observe the newcomer.
Deciding her appearance was unworthy of attention, Naya turned back to the shorter midget, readying her hand into a fist, eyes zooming in on ehr target - the pudgy nose in the middle of her face. Beginning to swing back her fist, she halted as a soft voice addressed the pair - the voice of the newcomer who had unnecessarily involved herself. How dare she accuse them of being drunk? She had only had two ales, that was hardly a drunkard! This girl was impetuous and just as rude as the other short midget. Halting her fist before it plunged into the FIRST short woman's face, she addressed the second.
"How DARE you? I am not cocky - you are, waltzing up into a private matter! Nor am I drunk! How dare you assume such things? You are both pathetic, not I, not Naya the Storyteller!" Drawing herself up, dropping her forgotten first, she muttered to herself. "What is it, Midget Day?"