OoC: Sorry guys.

BiC:
Kariette decided she did not like the tin man. Or in this case, metal man. He was selfish, and sadistic.

What an a-!

Her thoughts were interrupted when the heartless man lifted her up off the ground and threw her down the street. She rolled a bit before stopping. Pain washed through her body like it was cleansing her sorrow-filled soul. Her right side ached, and she silently groaned.

Get up. Her mind screamed. Kariette ignored the voice. She wanted stay where she was. Where her body could relax. Her eyelids fluttered shut slowly. It'd be a nice place to sleep.

But just then, the metal man lifted her into the air again, ready to throw her. The wake up call kicked her body back into motion, and she squirmed. She wished she wasn't in this situation. She wished the man would just go away.

She was once again thrown, as she expected. More waves of pain hit her. But she didn't cry out. That'd be a sign of weakness.

Shakily, she stood up, and ran in the oppisite direction of him. Her legs continuously begged to give out, but she still ran. If Kariette wanted him to go away, she'd have to do it herself.

Kariette made her way down the street, heading back toward the market. She searched both sides of the street. Eventually, her eyes found it. A bar.

Her arm ripped open the door and went inside.

She looked around and saw the counter, with a bartender behind it. He looked her up and down before yelling, "Lady, get out! You're one of 'em fighters! I don't want trouble in here! Get out!"

Kariette walked up to him and slammed a pouch full of coins onto the counter. He gave her a confused look. She shook her head, and hissed. "Give me the biggest two bottles of wine or beer you have that are carriable and you won't get hurt. And hurry."

"Y-y-yes, m'am," he stuttered, running into the back room.

Kariette panted softly, trying to catch her breath. Soon enough, this would be over... Hopefully.

He came back soon after, and lifted the bottles on the counter. She glared at them. The bottles looked like they only had eight quarts of wine in them put together. But it was good enough.

"Thanks!" she called, before taking them and going out the door. The one in her left hand was small than the other bottle, but it still put a lot of strain in her arm. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the pain.

The big guy was just a few feet away from her. He smirked, laughing a bit. “I’m not fooled,” he claimed, looking at the bottles. “I know what you plan to use that wine for.”

“Of course you do,” Kariette replied, setting each one down to take the caps off. She lifted them back up and glanced at the rooftops. How could she get up there?

But the big guy didn’t plan on letting her pour the wine on him. He lifted Kariette into the air yet again, this time making sure her forearms were locked by her sides. He gave her a squeeze, to try to make her drop the wine. But if she dropped them, there would be no way to defeat this guy.

He threw her across the road, once more. She lifted the bottles up quickly, careful to make sure they wouldn’t get any of the damage that she was surely going to get herself.

Her back collided with the dirt roughly, and she let out a soft groan. Kariette knew the affliction wouldn’t be very fortunate later on. The bottle were still intact, anyway. That was the most important thing.

She stood up, and glared at the hunk of metal. He started to walk towards her swiftly. She gripped the bottles and ran to him as fast as she could. The wine slowed her down, but it didn’t matter.

He bent down, ready to grab onto her again. Kariette ran past him, then turned around and slammed the left bottle onto his neck. The liquor sizzled as it dripped down his back, and onto the ground.

The man faced her with a glare in his eyes. He swung his arms at her, but she dodged and smashed the second bottle onto his front side.

Soon enough, his body would be covered in rust.

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One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me