The strong survive. That was the one message Stryfe had drilled into him all his childhood. And he was very strong indeed.
When he struck she parried, when she ran he followed.
"I am what I was made," he replied, once he'd caught her, and while most of his face was hidden behind his helmet, his mouth was curled into a smirk. "And you? Who do you claim to be, little girl?"
As he spoke, he reached out with his powers to find out, trying to invade her brain and bind her body simultaneously.
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Date: 2012-06-05 05:57 pm (UTC)When he struck she parried, when she ran he followed.
"I am what I was made," he replied, once he'd caught her, and while most of his face was hidden behind his helmet, his mouth was curled into a smirk. "And you? Who do you claim to be, little girl?"
As he spoke, he reached out with his powers to find out, trying to invade her brain and bind her body simultaneously.